Chapter two...
"Sure. I mean if you want to?"Gerard's stutter had returned with a vengeance. He was terrified, what if frank was joking, and he really did not want to lose him.
"Defiantly." Frank sounded so sure of himself Gerard's concerns dissipated immediately. Frank reached across the table and grabbed Gerard's arm. Frank pulled a sharpie pen form the bag that lay discarded on the floor and scribbled his number up Gerard's forearm, he then looked up and said to Gerard, "ring me," before collecting his bag and nearly running from the cafe. He was nervous, he wasn't normally that forward with people it was that Gerard made all the bad thoughts in his mind, not disappear but unimportant for the short time they were talking.
To put it simply Gerard was left a little confused about what he was meant to do next, how long should he leave it before ringing frank (if he even bothered to ring him), so he done the first thing he thought of. Ring Mikey. Mikey was Gerard's younger brother who seemed for most of the time to be the oldest, this was because he dealt with most of Gerard problems and kept a calm head while doing so.
When Gerard got home, he rang his little brother. Mikey picked up on the second ring, "Gee? What's wrong?" Gerard never rang Mikey during the day, not since he got sober, so every time he did Mikey jumped straight past anything reasonable and directly to Gerard had gone back to the booze.
"Nothing Mikes I just wanted to talk to my little brother is that so wrong?" Gerard smiled to himself; he loved his brother, and just hoped he would be able to help him...
"Gee I know that's not true, now tell me." Gerard rolled his eyes and spilled everything from what he ordered in the coffee shop to the number that he now has scrawled on his arm, "Mikes, He's amazing like fantastically amazing and he has tattoos Mikey, seriously, what should I do?"
"Just ring him gee. Grow some balls." Mikey can be blunt when he wants to be and hangs up before his brother can start to complain.
"Fuck" Gerard mumbles, throws his phone on the kitchen side and starts digging around the cupboard to find anything edible. He finds a bag of toffee popcorn and settles on his huge yellow couch to watch a film. Mikey's phone calls normally help him or put him in a better mood but that call had the complete opposite effect on him and to top it all off he still has no idea what to do. Some point during the film Gerard's eyelids start to get heavy and he falls asleep.
Gerard was dreaming about Batman. Gerard was of course the damsel in distress and Batman comes sweeping in on many occasions and saves his ass. Just as Batman came in for the kiss, Gerard was woken by his face colliding with the cold wooden flooring of the living room. "What the fuck"
"Sorry Gee I thought you were dead" Mikey's voice almost sounded apologetic. Gerard rubbed his eyes and looked up at Mikey who was standing over him in his trademark ripped jeans and 'nerd' glasses.
"So you dumped me on the fucking floor." Gerard was pissed, He was enjoying he dream before Mikey, the fucker, had pushed him of the sofa. "What are you doing here, and how the fuck did you get in?"
"The key under the plant pot," Oh of course Mikey would know the one place Gerard kept his spare key, "Also you said you would come out with me." Mikey starts pouting and Gerard's insides start to crumble he could never ever disappoint his little brother. "Please Gee, I promise it will be fun."
"Fine Mikey, but you owe me. Big time." Gerard really doesn't like any kind of social interaction, unless it's with Mikey or Ray.
"Yeah sure whatever, go shower you smell bro." Wow, Mikey really had a way with words. He grabs Gerard's arm and hauls him off the floor.
