Mikey's POV

"Hey, Mikey, my picture's finished." Gerard said.

I practically jumped off of his bed; I was so eager to see it. I've always loved looking at the creations that poured from his mind. I wondered what the awaiting picture would look like..

"I can see it?" I asked, smiling. Was that a unicorn flying outside my window?

"Yeah." Gee smiled, as if proud, which I could tell he was, and he handed it over to me.

I absorbed every detail of it. My eyes scanned over the paper and the center of the page caught my eye. Was that me? It seemed to resemble a lot like me. Crossed legs, head bowed. Around me were a pair of black feathered wings. Over my head, hung black clouds and a lightning bolt.

"Do you like it?" Gerard asked, obviously loving my reaction.

"Y-yeah! But…what does all this mean?" I felt this picture had deep meaning, and I strived to know if I was right.

"The clouds represent the danger of New Jersey. The boy is you. You're the one everyone wants. Therefore, you're in the center."

"And the wings?"

"Those wings are supposed to be me. Me protecting you. I colored them black, since I don't always do a good job." His eyes looked like infinity.

"Well, Gerard, I think you're doing a great job. And your picture's amazing. I appreciate it, really."

A whole bunch of emotions soared through me.

'Gosh, he cares so much. He was inspired by me…'

A new song began to play.

'Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.'

I sat down next to Gee. I rested my head on his shoulder, and listened to the lyrics. My brother pulled me closer.

"Gee?"

"Yeah, Moikoi?"

"Thank you." The words were barely a whisper. I sat up straight and kissed the apple of his cheek.

'WHY DID I DO THAT?'

Gee must have seen the shock on my face because he said, "What's wrong?"

"Oh uh…n-nothing. Nothing's wrong. Why would you think something's wrong?" I started to stutter.

"Because you're as red as a strawberry and I can feel your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wing," He inched closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I like strawberries."

A very obvious shiver ran down my back. What had just happened? I couldn't even process this. I slightly moved away and suddenly felt sick.

"Gerard, I'm gonna be right back."

"Mkay." I heard him flop back onto his bed.

I ran down the stairs and into the bathroom. I pulled my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and looked at it. Who to text, who to text? I scrolled down my contact list. I stop at Frank. I stared at my screen. What do I write? With my fogged up, hormonal brain, I couldn't control my fingers and I began to type.

'Sup Frank? I have a confession.'

Not even seven seconds later, he responded.

'Shoot.'

My fingers were still like zombies. I found them typing, 'I love Gerard.'

My eyes froze on the screen. Should I send it, should I not send it? I got lost in the moment and press 'Send.'

"SHIT!" The last person I wanted to tell was Frank. I wasn't even sure I felt that way about him. Oh well, too late now…

"Everything okay in there?" Gee called from upstairs.

"Yeah…" I called back. But in the back of my mind, I was really saying, 'I'm not okay.' I checked my phone. Another text.

'This is getting interesting. ;)'

What the hell does that mean?