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Chapter 10

Ray POV

Later on about a week later, I saw Frank watching TV again.

"You know what, Ray?" He asked me.

"What?"

"This show is really speaking to me. Maybe I should go out and make a difference."

"...Frank you are watching 'Teletubbies'!" Upon closer inspection, Frank changed the show and looked through the other shows. "Hey, where's Mikey in all this?"

"He and Gerard went out to have some 'Brotherly Bonding'" I looked at the tattooed man that sat in front of me with "Paranormal Challenge" blaring in the background. "Okay, translation, they're upstairs watching "iCarly". Mikey says that if you want to be a good father, you have to be more associated with children's shows."

"Gerard is listening to Mikey?" I laughed at him.

"He's a good kid at heart, though." I sat down and watched the two teams on the TV look for evidence of the paranormal.

"Did that thing just say 'paranormal'?" One of the girls asked, literally freaking out.

"Baby." Frank snickered. I slapped him on the back of the head after that. (Frank: It really hurt, Ray! Ray: Baby!) I really ad no idea why though. I kind of found it funny that girls freaked out whenever there was a ghost nearby.

Meanwhile upstairs...

Mikey POV

"Well, Gerard?" I asked as he stared at the television, mouth wide open.

"Why are you making me watch these child shows?" Gerard asked me, half-jokingly.

"Because," I said, repeatedly puching his arm lightly," if you want to spend time with Bandit when she's about ten or so, you need to get used to your inner child. Find yourself Way. FIND IT!"

"Okay, Oprah Winfrey, why do I have to find my inner child? It makes no sense how I need to watch these shows." Gerard joked with me a lot when we were kids (O lot to Frank) and every time he did, I ended up explaining something either stupid or unecessary. This was one of those times.

"You need to discover what it's like to be a kid again. Oh my gosh, I am Oprah!" I got up and ran around the room in a circle numerous times.

"Mikey,dear,"Gerard asked me like a therapist,"...what are you doing?"

"Running off my desires!" Gerard looked at me with a confused face on.

"But..." He was cut off when Alicia came in the room.

"He running off his desires again?" She asked with a sigh, looking over at me with a non-concerned yet amused face on.

"Yep." She rolled her eyes.

"Mikey, why are you always running off your desires? What does that even mean in the first place?" I didn't stop running...Or reply... Alicia groaned and left the room.

"Mikey," Gerard asked me, again," really, why are you running around like that?" I collapsed on the floor, and Gerard didn't come and check if I was okay. "You're fine Mikey. I already know."

"Ohhh..." I moaned as I stood up from the floor, " That's enough exercise...for the year." I crawled over and looked up at my brother. My poor, confused, thirty-four year old brother. Thirty-four because of getting older, when he's still young, confused because he was wondering what the heck I was doing by "running off my desires", and poor because...well...I don't know really.

A/N: Hey. Sorry for not updating that much and for the story being so short. My laptop was broken and had problems so we sent it to Texas to get it repaird. Fifteen days later, it comes back with the all problems fixed...but one...We spent fourty-five minutes on the phone to get the charger and it came exactly one day later, or today. Anyways, all TV shows belong to there rightful owners and all characters to their owners as well. I should probably go and give my laptop a break and work on my written story which I MIGHT upload. Bye