I Can't Look At You Anymore

****GERARD'S P.O.V****

I was drunk, very drunk, it was a fucking wonder I even made it home.
I fell over on the stairs; luckily I didn't wake anyone up.
Then I saw his bedroom door.
Mikey.
And then I thought about him sleeping.
So I decided to go and have a look.
I crept into his room and pulled the door shut, being careful not to wake him.
The moonlight was caressing his soft cheeks.
I wanted to caress his soft cheeks.
Mikey opened his eyes and looked up at me.
"Gerard, what are you doing in here?" he asked, half asleep still.
"Shhh, I was just leaving." I stammered on my words.
"Wait, Gee"
But my hand was already on the door.
I walked into my room, crawled under the covers of my bed.
I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
I woke up at noon.
I could hear mom vacuuming downstairs.
I ran for the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach.
Hung over again.
I showered, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for my room.
That's when I saw him, standing in the hall.
"Mikey why aren't you at school?" I asked.
"I'm sick." He walked up to me standing inches from me.
I could smell his soft scent.
I wanted him, Right there in the hall, but Frank.
I snared at him in memory of Frank.
I went to walk past him but he grabbed my wrist tightly.
"I'm sick of playing games with you, I want you, and I want you now."
I yanked my wrist from his grasp and pushed him aside roughly.
"Don't you mean you want Frank?" I hissed.
And I walked to my room, I put on my clothes , found my sunglasses, dug out my car keys, I and left.
(I don't drive much)
I looked up at Mikey's window as I pulled out of the driveway, his angry eyes watching me drive off.
I knew he pulled a sicky, there was no way in hell mom would let him go out.
He pulled a sicky so that I would be trapped in that house alone with him; he never anticipated that I could turn him down.
But it was his fault; he was the one who chose frank over me.
He was the one who made me sit at home wishing he was with me.
I hope he was feeling it now.
His mistake.
And now for you, Frank.
I pulled into Mikey's school, parked the car and headed for the locker room.
Classes were over in five minutes, he would need to come to his locker.
Sure enough I saw his short ass walking towards me.
I knew him, I used to go to this school but, my hair was long now, I had lost weight and I was wearing sunglasses.
"Um, hey. You're in my way." He said to me, I was leaning on his locker.
I grabbed his shoulder and pushed his back towards the lockers.
"Hey what are you doing?" he looked confused.
"Are you gay, little boy?"
"No! Why? Who told you that?"
"Michael Way" I whispered in his ear.
"What?! Who the fuck are you?!"
"I suggest you stay away from Mikey."
"No!" He protested.
I slammed my fist into the locker near him, he jumped.
"Okay! Alright! Fine I'll do it!"
"Good boy, but I warn you, one word to Mikey about this and I'm coming back for you."
Frank nodded as I walked off.
There I had solved that problem.
Frank would break it off with Mikey and Mikey wouldn't know why.
I went home to drop off my car and I went to the pub.