I Hate Kids 2
Title: I Hate Kids 2
Band/Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Author: bestxwillxfall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Told from the view of Mikey and Gerard’s mom, who’s a single mother. (She doesn’t hate her kids, don’t worry.)
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1
“So? What did he say?” Gerard asked when I opened the car door.
“You get a retake, tomorrow during lunch or after school, so that means tonight you’ll be studying,” I said as I stuck the key into the ignition. Gerard folded his arms and sighed, leaning back into his seat and letting his hair fall into his face. I pushed it behind his ears for him and said: “Were you hoping for something different?”
“Maybe an automatic A,” he said, his sarcasm prominent. Sarcasm was one of the few things I didn’t tolerate, though I found myself using it often. “Did you talk about anything else?”
I slowly pressed my foot against the gas pedal and tightened my grip on the steering wheel, checking behind me while I pulled out of the parking space. “He says you’re a good student,” I started, “he was really surprised by the few recent test failures.”
“Oh yeah,” Gerard’s face flushed with a deep crimson. “I-I, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it’s just been the tests, lately,”
“I know you do badly on them sometimes,” I paused, pushing on the brake and letting another car pass, “Well, not bad, average, but failing?”
“Did you talk about anything else?” He said hastily, trying to change the subject, and I let him.
“Yes, Ray, I mean, Mr. Toro,” I noticed that my grip on the steering wheel had become impossibly tight, my knuckles were turning white and I could feel my face getting hot, “he asked me to dinner on Friday.” While my face turned fully red, Gerard lost all color. Even Mikey looked up from the backseat behind Gerard.
“He what? You aren’t going, are you?”
“Gerard, this is the first time a respectable man has asked me out in-”
“You said yes?! Mom! He’s my teacher! You can’t date my teacher!”
“We’re not dating! It’s one night out, Gerard,”
“You’re saying that now,” he muttered. I would have asked him to finish, but when Gerard was angry he tended to be a bit on the annoying side, not able to drop the subject when it needed to be dropped. He could go on for hours while I just sat there and listened, so there was no need to coax him on.
He flipped himself on his side so his body was facing me; one of his hands running through his hair, his other arm perched lightly on the arm rest next to him. I sighed, ready for a lecture from my own son. He always seemed to think that he knew what was best for everyone.
“If the other people in school find out about this, and they will, it’ll be hell for me!”
“Gerard! You’re graduating, people will forget about you two weeks into the summer!”
“And what about Mikey? He’s just a sophomore; he’s going to have to endure three years of kids being jackasses to him!”
“Don’t swear in front of your brother,” I said sternly. Gerard rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, ready to continue lecturing me.
“And it’ll be weird if he’s ever at our house! Mikey and I will be doing our homework and you two will be doing each other!”
“Gerard Arthur Way!” He cringed at the sound of his middle name. “That is enough! It’s one date, don’t get so worked up! And don’t you ever say anything like that in front of me again, do you understand?”
“Yes, mom.” He shifted his body so he was sitting normally in the passenger seat. Mikey had been sitting in the back, listening and fidgeting with his folders and pencils.
Making dinner had been horrible that night. I made Gerard sit at the dinner table with his math books and notes, making sure he studied. Every once in a while he would mutter something about how he couldn’t believe that I had accepted Ray’s offer, and then he would profess his undying hatred for math. I pretended as if I couldn’t hear him.
“You can close your books, dinner is ready,”
“I don’t think I should stop studying,” he said smartly, looking up from a jumble of calculus notes. They had been color coded.
“Then you can go into your room while Mikey and I eat.” I shot back. He slapped his book shut and threw all the notes into his backpack.
“Fine, you win.” He said, his face set at a frown. I called for Mikey who literally bounced into the kitchen, grabbing a plate from the stack of three that I had set on the counter and began dishing up.
“And why are you so excited?” Gerard asked in an accusing tone. There was still a bright smile on Mikey’s face as he slapped a pile of mashed potatoes onto his plate. It was enough to make Gerard smile weakly back.
“I don’t know, it’s a good day, I guess,” Mikey replied.
“I guess for some.” Gerard muttered. I closed my eyes and sighed. I guess winning the favor of Gerard in this parent-teacher situation wasn’t going to happen. I waited for them to dish up and then started on my own plate. When I had finally sat down, Gerard decided to talk again.
“Honestly mom, how does someone go to a parent teacher meeting and end up with a date?”
“Gerard, not at the table.” A few moments of silence followed, the only thing to be heard was the soft clinging of forks against plates.
“I still don’t get why,” he muttered under his breath, just barely loud enough for Mikey and me to hear.
“You know what I learned today?” Mikey asked, setting his fork aside and wiping his mouth. “In algebra Toro taught us this real crap song about the quadratic formula, but it helps you remember.” Gerard stared at him in a look that suggested disbelief. He must have been slightly angry that Mikey would change the subject. I, however, grinned. “What did you learn today, Gerard?” Mikey asked sweetly.
“Nothing,” he muttered, playing with his food.
“Then I you should probably just stop talking.”
I couldn’t have paid Mikey for a better comment. Gerard stared at him for a few moments, his bottom lip quivering. A wave of guilt came over me when I realized I had been enjoying the hurt my son had received. Without saying anything, Gerard left the table, practically running to his and Mikey’s room. His plate was still full.
“I’m sorry,” Mikey said quietly, finishing off the remainder of food on his plate. “I guess it kind of came out, I didn’t really think before saying it,”
I sighed. As a mother, I should have reprimanded him, but there was something in the back of my mind that was telling me Gerard deserved it. I shrugged it off and picked up Gerard’s plate and my own. I set mine in the sink, but got out a few plastic containers to put Gerard’s uneaten food in.
“Don’t be sad, mom. At least you don’t have to sleep in the same room with him,” I looked at him blankly, the corners of his lips twitching, either trying to smile or not to. I couldn’t tell.
“He won’t be for long, though,” I said, taking Mikey’s plate from him. He stood next to me while I washed his plate, a dry rag in hand. “I was thinking about moving him up in the attic, but I haven’t had time to clean it out,”
“I could do it after school or something,” he said eagerly as I handed the washed plate to him.
“Oh no, honey, you don’t have to. I don’t know what I would do with all of the stuff up there, it would just be cluttered in the house, it’s best I do it on a day off,” I said, scrubbing my own plate clean. Mikey bit his lip, a small hurt in his eyes. Maybe he thought that I didn’t trust him enough to do it, but that wasn’t the case. I just didn’t want him going through all of my and his father’s old things.
“Okay,” he said softly, setting the plate in a cupboard with the others.
I looked at my hands for a second; they were wrinkly, and not just because of the water. I was getting old. Mikey watched me rub my hands together, creating a lather from the dish soap. It may not help get rid of the wrinkles, but it felt like I was doing something to them. I rinsed them off, the water now hot from being on the same setting for so long.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“Yeah, I didn’t have a lot.”
“Well, it’s only 7:00, do you want to do anything?”
Mikey thought for a second and then said slowly: “We could start on the attic,” I wished he wouldn’t have suggested it, but there was no way I was going to reject him again. I nodded and he smiled.
“You might want to put on some shoes, I don’t know how dusty it is up there or what is crawling around,” he nodded furiously and then ran to his room and he was back almost instantly, a shoe in both hands. The look in his eyes suggested that he didn’t want to spend any more time with Gerard than he had to.
“Watch your head,” I said, pulling on the latch that was on the trap door in the ceiling. It creaked when it came down, a ladder slowly sliding down with it. Mikey took a few steps back, his nose crinkling at the stale smell that emitted from the attic. He jumped when he heard the door to his room opening, Gerard’s head peaking out from a crack just wide enough for him to fit through it.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re getting started on cleaning out the attic, it’s going to be your room,” Mikey said excitedly. Gerard looked at me for conformation and I nodded. “Can I go up first?” Mikey asked, practically jumping up and down. His hands were clasped together and he had a grin that was almost too big for his face.
“Yes, but be careful, I don’t know how sturdy this ladder is,” after Mikey had made his way up, he asked where the light was. I told him it should be to his left, and after what sounded like him falling over a couple of boxes, a dim light shone from the attic.
The attic was filled with boxes covered in a thick layer of dust. A few of them had been marked, carrying titles like: “Gerard’s toys” and “Mom’s clothes”. Mikey was examining all the labels, occasionally stopping to open up a box and peer in.
“Where are my boxes?” He asked, standing over a box that had contained some of Gerard’s things.
“You weren’t born yet,” Gerard said, heaving himself up into the attic. “We moved here when mom was pregnant with you,”
“Oh yeah,” he pushed the box aside and looked at the other two stacked next to it. “So where do we start?”
I wiped my hands on my pants, ridding them of the dust that had been on the floor. “I don’t know,” Gerard stood behind me looking at a few things that had belonged to his dad.
He kicked one of them and then looked at me, “Maybe we should start with the things we want to get rid of,”
Archived at: inxourxdesign
Band/Pairing: Mikey/Gerard
Author: bestxwillxfall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Told from the view of Mikey and Gerard’s mom, who’s a single mother. (She doesn’t hate her kids, don’t worry.)
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1
“So? What did he say?” Gerard asked when I opened the car door.
“You get a retake, tomorrow during lunch or after school, so that means tonight you’ll be studying,” I said as I stuck the key into the ignition. Gerard folded his arms and sighed, leaning back into his seat and letting his hair fall into his face. I pushed it behind his ears for him and said: “Were you hoping for something different?”
“Maybe an automatic A,” he said, his sarcasm prominent. Sarcasm was one of the few things I didn’t tolerate, though I found myself using it often. “Did you talk about anything else?”
I slowly pressed my foot against the gas pedal and tightened my grip on the steering wheel, checking behind me while I pulled out of the parking space. “He says you’re a good student,” I started, “he was really surprised by the few recent test failures.”
“Oh yeah,” Gerard’s face flushed with a deep crimson. “I-I, yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it’s just been the tests, lately,”
“I know you do badly on them sometimes,” I paused, pushing on the brake and letting another car pass, “Well, not bad, average, but failing?”
“Did you talk about anything else?” He said hastily, trying to change the subject, and I let him.
“Yes, Ray, I mean, Mr. Toro,” I noticed that my grip on the steering wheel had become impossibly tight, my knuckles were turning white and I could feel my face getting hot, “he asked me to dinner on Friday.” While my face turned fully red, Gerard lost all color. Even Mikey looked up from the backseat behind Gerard.
“He what? You aren’t going, are you?”
“Gerard, this is the first time a respectable man has asked me out in-”
“You said yes?! Mom! He’s my teacher! You can’t date my teacher!”
“We’re not dating! It’s one night out, Gerard,”
“You’re saying that now,” he muttered. I would have asked him to finish, but when Gerard was angry he tended to be a bit on the annoying side, not able to drop the subject when it needed to be dropped. He could go on for hours while I just sat there and listened, so there was no need to coax him on.
He flipped himself on his side so his body was facing me; one of his hands running through his hair, his other arm perched lightly on the arm rest next to him. I sighed, ready for a lecture from my own son. He always seemed to think that he knew what was best for everyone.
“If the other people in school find out about this, and they will, it’ll be hell for me!”
“Gerard! You’re graduating, people will forget about you two weeks into the summer!”
“And what about Mikey? He’s just a sophomore; he’s going to have to endure three years of kids being jackasses to him!”
“Don’t swear in front of your brother,” I said sternly. Gerard rolled his eyes and took in a deep breath, ready to continue lecturing me.
“And it’ll be weird if he’s ever at our house! Mikey and I will be doing our homework and you two will be doing each other!”
“Gerard Arthur Way!” He cringed at the sound of his middle name. “That is enough! It’s one date, don’t get so worked up! And don’t you ever say anything like that in front of me again, do you understand?”
“Yes, mom.” He shifted his body so he was sitting normally in the passenger seat. Mikey had been sitting in the back, listening and fidgeting with his folders and pencils.
Making dinner had been horrible that night. I made Gerard sit at the dinner table with his math books and notes, making sure he studied. Every once in a while he would mutter something about how he couldn’t believe that I had accepted Ray’s offer, and then he would profess his undying hatred for math. I pretended as if I couldn’t hear him.
“You can close your books, dinner is ready,”
“I don’t think I should stop studying,” he said smartly, looking up from a jumble of calculus notes. They had been color coded.
“Then you can go into your room while Mikey and I eat.” I shot back. He slapped his book shut and threw all the notes into his backpack.
“Fine, you win.” He said, his face set at a frown. I called for Mikey who literally bounced into the kitchen, grabbing a plate from the stack of three that I had set on the counter and began dishing up.
“And why are you so excited?” Gerard asked in an accusing tone. There was still a bright smile on Mikey’s face as he slapped a pile of mashed potatoes onto his plate. It was enough to make Gerard smile weakly back.
“I don’t know, it’s a good day, I guess,” Mikey replied.
“I guess for some.” Gerard muttered. I closed my eyes and sighed. I guess winning the favor of Gerard in this parent-teacher situation wasn’t going to happen. I waited for them to dish up and then started on my own plate. When I had finally sat down, Gerard decided to talk again.
“Honestly mom, how does someone go to a parent teacher meeting and end up with a date?”
“Gerard, not at the table.” A few moments of silence followed, the only thing to be heard was the soft clinging of forks against plates.
“I still don’t get why,” he muttered under his breath, just barely loud enough for Mikey and me to hear.
“You know what I learned today?” Mikey asked, setting his fork aside and wiping his mouth. “In algebra Toro taught us this real crap song about the quadratic formula, but it helps you remember.” Gerard stared at him in a look that suggested disbelief. He must have been slightly angry that Mikey would change the subject. I, however, grinned. “What did you learn today, Gerard?” Mikey asked sweetly.
“Nothing,” he muttered, playing with his food.
“Then I you should probably just stop talking.”
I couldn’t have paid Mikey for a better comment. Gerard stared at him for a few moments, his bottom lip quivering. A wave of guilt came over me when I realized I had been enjoying the hurt my son had received. Without saying anything, Gerard left the table, practically running to his and Mikey’s room. His plate was still full.
“I’m sorry,” Mikey said quietly, finishing off the remainder of food on his plate. “I guess it kind of came out, I didn’t really think before saying it,”
I sighed. As a mother, I should have reprimanded him, but there was something in the back of my mind that was telling me Gerard deserved it. I shrugged it off and picked up Gerard’s plate and my own. I set mine in the sink, but got out a few plastic containers to put Gerard’s uneaten food in.
“Don’t be sad, mom. At least you don’t have to sleep in the same room with him,” I looked at him blankly, the corners of his lips twitching, either trying to smile or not to. I couldn’t tell.
“He won’t be for long, though,” I said, taking Mikey’s plate from him. He stood next to me while I washed his plate, a dry rag in hand. “I was thinking about moving him up in the attic, but I haven’t had time to clean it out,”
“I could do it after school or something,” he said eagerly as I handed the washed plate to him.
“Oh no, honey, you don’t have to. I don’t know what I would do with all of the stuff up there, it would just be cluttered in the house, it’s best I do it on a day off,” I said, scrubbing my own plate clean. Mikey bit his lip, a small hurt in his eyes. Maybe he thought that I didn’t trust him enough to do it, but that wasn’t the case. I just didn’t want him going through all of my and his father’s old things.
“Okay,” he said softly, setting the plate in a cupboard with the others.
I looked at my hands for a second; they were wrinkly, and not just because of the water. I was getting old. Mikey watched me rub my hands together, creating a lather from the dish soap. It may not help get rid of the wrinkles, but it felt like I was doing something to them. I rinsed them off, the water now hot from being on the same setting for so long.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“Yeah, I didn’t have a lot.”
“Well, it’s only 7:00, do you want to do anything?”
Mikey thought for a second and then said slowly: “We could start on the attic,” I wished he wouldn’t have suggested it, but there was no way I was going to reject him again. I nodded and he smiled.
“You might want to put on some shoes, I don’t know how dusty it is up there or what is crawling around,” he nodded furiously and then ran to his room and he was back almost instantly, a shoe in both hands. The look in his eyes suggested that he didn’t want to spend any more time with Gerard than he had to.
“Watch your head,” I said, pulling on the latch that was on the trap door in the ceiling. It creaked when it came down, a ladder slowly sliding down with it. Mikey took a few steps back, his nose crinkling at the stale smell that emitted from the attic. He jumped when he heard the door to his room opening, Gerard’s head peaking out from a crack just wide enough for him to fit through it.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re getting started on cleaning out the attic, it’s going to be your room,” Mikey said excitedly. Gerard looked at me for conformation and I nodded. “Can I go up first?” Mikey asked, practically jumping up and down. His hands were clasped together and he had a grin that was almost too big for his face.
“Yes, but be careful, I don’t know how sturdy this ladder is,” after Mikey had made his way up, he asked where the light was. I told him it should be to his left, and after what sounded like him falling over a couple of boxes, a dim light shone from the attic.
The attic was filled with boxes covered in a thick layer of dust. A few of them had been marked, carrying titles like: “Gerard’s toys” and “Mom’s clothes”. Mikey was examining all the labels, occasionally stopping to open up a box and peer in.
“Where are my boxes?” He asked, standing over a box that had contained some of Gerard’s things.
“You weren’t born yet,” Gerard said, heaving himself up into the attic. “We moved here when mom was pregnant with you,”
“Oh yeah,” he pushed the box aside and looked at the other two stacked next to it. “So where do we start?”
I wiped my hands on my pants, ridding them of the dust that had been on the floor. “I don’t know,” Gerard stood behind me looking at a few things that had belonged to his dad.
He kicked one of them and then looked at me, “Maybe we should start with the things we want to get rid of,”
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