I glared at my little brother as he looked at me in disgust. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He asked, referring to my daily habits.
"Fuck off!" I slurred. What kind of teenage boy would turn down alcohol? Let alone drugs!
Mikey cringed. "Gerard, I'm bringing you home!" He argued. I rolled my eyes.
I didn't normally bring him along like this. I just hung out around a bar or when I'm at home, if no one was around, I would pull out a vodka bottle.
Mikey just made this no fun. That's what the kid does. He just studies on stupid high school shit. He's one of those 'pure boys' who never does anything wrong in their life.
I felt Mikey grab my arm and shove me up the alley, toward the main road.
I felt too intoxicated to fight; my vision was a little lagging. All I did was curse at him all the way home.

I woke up on my bed. I grabbed my aching head. That's the one downside to alcohol – the hangover. I shoved one hand in my jeans pocket, hoping one of my vials of crystal would turn up.
I grinned as I felt the tiny vial hit my finger. I brought it into view as I weakly sat up. The splitting head ache would flutter away like a butterfly once I take in the sweetest sugar.
Before I could inhale much, Mikey knocked as he slowly opened the door. His slow pace gave me time to hide my medicine.
"Hey, Gee?" Mikey whispered.
"What do you want?" I snapped, looking over at Mikey on the other side of my room.
"Bert's over." He said. Bert's my best friend, other than the fuck-head, Mikey who I call my brother.
"Then send him in instead of making me look at you." I snapped, angrily. I was definitely not in the mood to be nice. But, I kind of regretted snapping like that after I saw the look on Mikey's face; his lips forming a slight frown along with his eye brows drooping a little. I heard a small mumble outside my door before Bert walked in.
He waited until the loud creaks of the stairs stopped before he spoke. Yes, my room is in the basement.
"Hey, Gerard." He said, jumping onto my bed next to me.
"Hi." I said quietly.
"Whoa, did you drink last night?" He asked. I nodded.
"Why; do I smell?" I asked, sniffing the collar of my – nope, no shirt. That's great.
"No, you're just a bit quieter than usual." He said, placing one hand on my shoulder. I felt a little weird like this. I felt like I was on display and Bert was checking my price. Well, to any of you I would sound paranoid to think that whenever someone touches my shoulder, but it's not that. I felt awkward because I knew Bert was gay.
Come to think of it, I'm actually still not sure about myself. I'm still attracted to women, but I think some men are attractive.
"Just a bit of a hangover." I said, pushing aside my thoughts. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.
"Alright.. Mind if I light up?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette.
"Mind if I tweak out?" I replied. He smiled and lit his cigarette. I pulled out my crystal that was hidden underneath my pillow.
The room spun slowly as I took my first, small dose. I relaxed as the pain faded away and all that was left was an enjoyable high I received as I took in the last of the treatment.
I inhaled the also wonderful scent of the cigarette smoke. I grinned at the "two" Berts I saw beside me. After a moment, my dizziness faded and I found Bert closing the precious personal space between us. Before I could show panic in any way, he whispered my name.
"I've got your birthday present." He said, playfully. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, my birthday was about 10 months ago. And-
His lips brushed against mine. He semi-forced me into a lying position as he deepened the kiss. I enjoyed this somehow, and let his tongue, which had begun licking my lip, into my mouth, allowing him to explore.
Bert's legs straddled my waist and his hands dug into my hair."Gerard," Bert said, leaning away just enough to speak. I groaned. He wore a smile, "Are you sure you aren't gay?"
I grinned. "Totally." I joked. He chuckled and returned to my lips.
I felt his warm tongue come out from his lips, sliding along mine asking for entrance again. I gave him a warm welcome and smiled. I just hope no certain fuck-heads came into my room right now.
I moaned as Bert ran his fingers over my bare chest.

"Bert," I breathed. He lifted away from my lips and sat on me, his hands still scanning my chest. I then noticed the weirdness of our genitals aligning. Even after our romantic interaction just now, I felt uncomfortable being in this position.
Berts warm hands wandered around my much unwanted baby fat around my stomach. He stopped when his hand made contact with the waistband of my jeans, and his eyes flicked to me.
"Bert, we can't go that far." I warned, putting my left hand on his.
He frowned and slid his hand away.
He just simply laid back down on me. He rested his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

I smiled and rolled my eyes as I felt his hand running up the back of my thigh.
I put my arms around his waist. "Not now." I whispered. He tilted his head upwards and kissed my neck.
I smiled, and then moaned as Bert began nipping at the skin. I felt his lips crease upwards at the sound and continued.
"Has 'now' passed yet?" He whispered, his lips sliding against my skin as he spoke. I smiled and bit my lip.
"No, but you can continue what you're doing." I encouraged.
Bert began kissing my neck again. "If I do,"- a kiss to my jaw -"the temptation will win me over."
"We'll just see." He smiled and began nipping at my neck again. I moaned and prayed to God his temptation would win him over.
My prayer was answered.