Frerard Sequel 12

"I don't know what to write."
I look over at Gerard expecting the answer for all my problems, but sadly he says nothing. He doesn't even look up from the book he's reading.
I don't blame him though, that's the fifth time I've said that.
I sigh… "Wanna have sex?"
He looks up, "I'll have sex with you... when you finish your research paper."
I groan in frustration, "But I don't wanna."
"You have to."
I get up from his desk and lay down on his bed next to him, nuzzling my face into his side.
"Frankie." He softly calls my name.
I wrap my arms around his waist. Mikey peeks his head in the door for a second and comes down the stairs.
"Sup Mikes?" Gerard smiles at his brother.
"Uh…Can I talk to you for a second Gee?" Mikey asks nervously.
I do the mature thing by squeezing Gerard tighter and hissing at Mikey.
Gerard laughs and gets me off him. They walk out of earshot.
I wonder why Mikey can't just say whatever he needs to say in front of me? I mean he's practically my brother too, with how much I'm here… Maybe it's something serious…I hope he's okay. I swear if someone's picking on him again I'll beat the shit out of them! ..…Gerard's floor is so messy…my socks are covered in lint…
I start to pick the lint off my socks and throw it back onto the floor.
Oh great now my hands smell like feet…Gerard has to have some smell good shit somewhere around here.
I search through his nightstand drawers and find nothing.
I get off his bed and look in his desk drawers…still nothing.
I'll just have to wash my hands…I have to piss anyway so it works out.
Just then the two brothers walk back in, Mikey is very red and Gerard looks like he's holding back laughter.
Gerard opens up his nightstand drawer and pulls out a bunch of condoms and hands them to Mikey.  "There ya go Mikes."
"Jesus…Thanks." Mikey mutters at the amount he is given.
I smile real big, holding back laughter, Mikey notices my expression and runs out of the room shoving all the condoms in this hoody pocket.
As soon as the door shuts, "Oh my God Mikey's having sex?!"
"Yeah! Oh my God I was so shocked when he asked for condoms I almost screamed."
I flop back down on his bed.
"I asked him if he wanted and sex tips and his exact words were: "I don't need any tips on gay sex!" I laughed so fucking hard!"
I laugh and roll around on the bed nearly pissing myself.
"Hey I'm going to walk down to the dollar store and get some shit, and I might stop at the comic book store, you want anything?" Gerard says as he puts his jacket on.
"Ah I want ice cream!"
"Okay," he smiles and kisses me, "do your paper while I'm gone! Or I won't let you eat any of the ice cream I get."
I pout, "Fine."
I watch him walk up the stairs and close the door behind him. Then get off his bed and put on some music. This paper is giving me a headache, I just need to get it over with already.
Gerards POV
As I'm walking back home I hear the words, "Fucking Faggot!" in the distance. At first I think it's directed towards me, and my heart starts racing, ready to fight if I need to. But as I look around, I don't see anyone.
I keep hearing voices though, so I walk towards them.
I eventually find them. It's a group of three boys, probably a year or two younger then me, pushing around a smaller kid. He looks maybe 12 or 13, scrawny and clean looking. Well  I would assume he dressed clean if he wasn't being shoved into the dirt.
I'm getting more and more pissed off the closer I get to the group. The things they're saying and the things they're doing....I want to rip each of their heads off.
I drop my things a few feet away and grab on to one of the kids shoulders, pulling him back, and the rage just pours out of me.
"HEY, FUCK OFF BEFORE I HAVE TO KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
They stop for a second to look me up and down. I don't hide my sexuality in the clothes I wear. Today I chose black skinney jeans, a dark blue v-neck and my leather jacket.  So it's easy to tell how they're going to react to me telling them I'll kill them.
One of the other boys says, "Hey! You piece of shit! You can't talk to us like that!" And he goes to swing a punch, I dodge, grab his fist, and twist it around his back, while smashing him into the near-by wall.
There's a moment where I feel like a complete bad ass, then the kid behind me grabs the back of my jacket and trys to throw me down. But I'm a little bigger then this kid so I stay on my feet, and elbow him in the nose.
He makes this noise that I can't really describe, but just hearing it I can tell that I probably broke his nose.
The third boy goes to the nose boy to help him, and before the wall boy can figure out what's going on I grab the little boys hand and my stuff and run for it.
We cut through an ally way and some yards, so by the time we reach my house, we lost them. I'm still holding the boys hand.
"Here, lets go inside." I say as I lead him in, and shut the door behind us.
This is the first time I actually get a good look at the boy. He's gasping for air, and letting out little whimpers. Tears are falling from his cheeks freely.
I brush light curly brown locks of hair out of his eyes and ask him if he's okay.
He shakes his head no and starts to cry harder.
I open my arms to him and he immediately excepts, sobbing into my shirt.
I know exactly what this kid is going through.
After about a minute, he stops crying and steps back. "Thank you." He says quietly, his throat sore from crying.
I smile sadly, "What's you name?" I ask softly.
"Jacob," he sniffles, "Jacob Kinsley."
"My name is Gerard Way," I smile, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Uh," He looks at his hand, which are scraped up and bleeding. His knee is cut up too, from what you can see from the rip in his jeans. And bruises are appearing on his face. He frowns and looks like he wants to cry again.
I put my hands softly on his shoulders, "Come down stairs, and we'll fix you up."
He looks uneasy for a second, but before I get the chance to tell him I'm not a creeper who's going to keep him hostage in my basement dungeon, Mikey comes in and starts freaking out.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Mikey walks over and looks the kid up and down for wounds. Mikey's pretty used to this kind of stuff from me and Frank, but we rarely ever bring home wounded strangers.
Jacob blushes, "Uh.. I-I," he looks back at me.
"Mikey, don't worry, I'll handle it. You just go put these away for me," I hand him my bags of stuff I bought, "and order us some pizza." I turn back to Jacob, "You like pizza?"
He nods.
"What toppings?"
"Uh...no meat, but um...anything else is fine."
"Oh you don't eat animals?" I smile.
He shakes his head quickly, "No, they're just too cute." He says quietly, smiling back.
"Oh, Frank is going to love you."
He looks confused.
"Come on." I put my hand on his back and lead him to my room.

Franks POV
I'm finally almost done with this fucking paper. I just have to write my conclusion and print this four page piece of complete bull shit out.
I reread through my paper for, what feels like, the 20th time. The door opens and I presume it's Gerard. He'll probably get down here and see how much I've gotten done and give me a big bowl of ice cream with sprinkles and whip cream and chocolate syprup.
The music gets turned down low.
"Frank."
His serious voice. Oh no.
I look over and see, not only Gerard, but a small boy who's all beat up, standing nervously beside him.
I look back to Gerard and before I can say anything, he shoots me his sad eyes and says, "Go get the bandages."
I hop up right away.