:Contest Entry: Bedtime Story"Bedtime Story"
"Mikey, for god's sake, it's bed time!" Gerard repeated for the thousandth time.
"But I'm not tired!" Mikey moaned yet again, pouting.
It was 11pm, and Mikey, dressed in his black pyjamas and with a pink fluffy unicorn toy tucked under his arm, had decided to be temperamental. He did not want to go to bed, even though they had a worldwide tour that kicked off tomorrow.
"I don't CARE, Mikey," Gerard told his little brother firmly, "You are touring tomorrow, so you are GOING to bed, whether you like it or not."
"But Geee " Mikey persisted.
Gerard sighed in exasperation.
"Well what do you expect me to do? Read you a bedtime story or something?"
Mikey looked up at his brother with a ridiculously sweet smile.
"Pleeeeease?" he smiled innocently, pulling the cutest expression he could.
Gerard sighed again: being the elder brother could be such a chore.
"Tuck up in bed," he groaned, "I'll think of something "
"Yay!" Mikey squealed, skipping into his room. Groaning, Ge
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