Gerard's POV

I was worried about Mikey. But when I noticed he was less shaken, I was a little less concerned.

The rhythm of the rain on the roof started to quicken and thunder clapped. I winced when I saw my baby brother flinch.

I hated thunderstorms, but not exactly for the same reasons as Mikey. I just despised the reaction storms gave him. In addition to that, I felt responsible because he always came to me to watch over him during a storm. I mean, when your brother's fifteen and still afraid of thunder, you feel like you failed him. But I could handle failing again, jus to be near him and to comfort him once more.

I blushed, realizing my selfishness. I remembered how Mikey knew all of my facial expressions and I knew he understood what every single one meant. I hoped he didn't see me do that.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reading one of my comic books. He hugged his knees against his chest, making me remember how we were as kids. Carefree and energetic, happy children. Now we're depressed, pressured, lazy, sad and gay teenagers. What shocked me was that after all these years, we've changed so much…

The lightning interrupted my train of thought.

"Gee?" Mikey asked timidly. Awh.

"Yeash?"

"Can I…sleep with you tonight?" He looked scared.

"Of course you can, Mikey. Do you think I'd turn you away?"

"No."

"Plus, I'm hopelessly in love with you. I'd never shun you from my side."

Mikey smiled and hugged me. It felt reassuring. It made me feel like I was doing a fine job with the 'protection' I was trying to provide him. His arms wrapped around my waist and I enveloped his neck with my arms. I closed my eyes, trying to think of a way to tell my mother I was in love with a boy, namely Mikey. The thought occurred only for a moment because I was distracted by another stupid lightning bolt.

Mikey pulled me closer, and I think I may have suffocated if he held onto me any tighter. I shut my eyes, embracing the pain. It wasn't as bad as it seemed. I could get used to this…

"Gerard, I love you." He said.

I buried my face in his hair. I was scared for him. I was scared for me. I was scared because someone, if not everyone, would try and tear us apart. I didn't want that to happen.

"I love you too." I opened my eyes and saw that my brother's eyes had closed. "Hey, you tired?"

He nodded. I guided him to the bed. After I covered Mikey with the sheets, I quietly took off my shirt and climbed in with him.

It felt odd having Mikey's body pressed against mine. I mean, it's been a while since I let Mikey sleep next to me. I knew something like this would happen, I just never guessed it to be this soon. I also didn't think any of this through. But the feeling was so perfect, I didn't want to think any of this through.

Mikey shifted over, giving me some more room in my bed. I faced him, my chest against his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his thin torso and gently swept away the light brown hair that fell into his sleeping face.

I sighed softly. How could such an angel fall for me? He knows how much shit we could get into if Bert found out. He could do anything he wanted. The biggest thing he could do to us is try to kill us. The least he could do is put us in the hospital. All I can say is, Heaven Help Us.

I kissed him from his forehead, to his lips, to his neck, trying my best not to wake him up. I guess that little plan failed, because he moaned at my every touch. Nice to know I had that effect on him.

"Mmm, Gerard." My little brother groaned. He wasn't awake. He sounded like he was having a bad dream…

"Mikes, wake up babe, I gotta talk to you."

"Hmm, Gee?" Mikey sat up straight and rubbed his eyes. "What's on your mind?"

"You," I said smirking. "But, seriously, can you be truthful with me?"

"Sure, babe. Ask me anything you wanna know."

"When did you fall for me?" It's only normal to wonder about such things, right?

"After Ray and Frank came over." Mikey smiled. "What about you?"

"Mikey, when you were unconscious from cutting your artery, I realized that if you cut too deep, and bled to death, I wouldn't be able to live without you."

"Aww, you're sweet. Thanks for looking out for me, bro."

"Mikes, I-" I trailed off, getting lost in the labyrinth I like to call, 'Mikey's eyes'.

His hand caressed my cheek, gently bringing my face over to him. I closed my eyes and felt his lips on mine. Why, why, why did we have to feel so right together? At the same time, this felt so wrong…I wasn't worried about what others would think of me, I was concerned about what others would think of Mikey. He got pushed around enough. He didn't need any more trouble.

I didn't think of that anymore, because I knew I could protect him, like the many times I've done in the past. Easy peasy pumpkin peasy.

I was with the boy I love, and that's all that mattered.

"Mikey, can I tell you something?" I said, after we broke apart.

"I don't know, can you?" This kid's funny.

"I meant to say, I had a feeling that today was gonna be special."

My eyes gave out, and I fell asleep on Mikey's chest, and he fell asleep with me.