The Fine Line Between Love and Hate is On Vacation, Pt. 3.1
Oh, how I remember that night. It's hard not to remember. I was frozen for over
a minute before I shoved my 'discovery' back under his bed and retrieved the DVD
case.
We ended up watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I hate the movie. It's so fucking stupid, but Orlando Bloom isn't bad to look at. It was really my fault we were watching it, I had randomly picked out a movie without thinking straight. No pun intended. But it's not my fault I was distracted, and I had good reason to be.
Near the end of that godforsaken movie, Frank casually asked me if I was sleeping over. He asks this every Saturday, I say yes every time.
"No." Except this time.
"Okay," he said, eyes still glued on the screen. Well, that was w- "What? You're not staying? Why not?" He finally ripped his eyes away from the screen, and he actually looked sorta disappointed. Pssh, I wish.
"Gerard's coming home tomorrow. He's gonna be here for a week, and I'm gonna do some stuff with him." Sure, I was glad my brother was going to be home, but
that meant I wouldn't get to hang out with Frank as much.
"Oh."
His attention went back to the movie, and he didn't speak to me again until I left.
Of course I was crushed because seemed mad at me, or maybe my mind was working overdrive again. Either way I was as moody as a teenage girl when Gerard arrived the next day.
I choose not to be a part of Gerard's 'welcoming party'. I was in bed with my face buried in my pillow. I heard a car pull up the front door open, but I didn't bother to even move. Even when Gerard burst into my room I stayed put. In fact, I didn't say anything until he sat on my back.
Now, Gerard isn't the lightest person in the world. You certainly don't want him to sit on you, especially your back.
"Fuck, Gerard! Get off!" That's what I said, but it came out as, "Fook, Gerah! Ge oof."
"What's that, Mikey? I can't hear you." He proceeded to bounce up and down onmy back. I managed to turn my head and tell him to 'get the fuck off'.
"God, what's your problem?" he asked, still on sitting on me. I rolled over, and Gerard fell to the ground headfirst. "Ow..." he whined.
"Right now, my problem is my back." I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my lower back. I glared at Gerard, who had decided to sit on the floor where he
fell. "Is there a reason you woke me up?" Okay, so I wasn't asleep, but he doesn't know that.
"I just wanted to see my Mikey mouse. What's up with you?" I shook and hung my head. It's not the smartest idea to hang your head after confirming that you're okay, but I wasn't okay and I wasn't about to confess my love for my best friend. But there was something I could do.
"I'm gay." Well, that's not how I planned on telling him, but whatever. It's out there.
"I know."
I raised my head to look at Gerard. He acted as if I told him that Pamela Anderson's boobs are fake. Sort of a 'duh' look.
"No, I'm serious, as in, I like boys."
"I know!" Gerard laughed like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. I glared until he stopped. "Face it, Mikey. You're a girl. Give or take a few body parts and, y'know.x.estrogen. Do Mom and Dad know?"
"No... you're the only one I've told."
"Really? I'm surprised that everybody doesn't know. I mean, you're-"
"Okay! I get it, Gerard! I'm a bitch!"
"Right, you are. I, myself, tend to be a butch..."
"Good to hear." I flopped back on my bed and closed my eyes. The reason I had told Gerard first was because I was the first one he told when he came out.
"Come on, Mikey." Gerard helped himself up and pulled me off the bed by my arms. "I want you to stop being a hormonal teenager, and go to the mall with me." Before I could object he pushed me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pushed me in, clothes and all.
Going to the mall with Gerard is... interesting. After buying a few CDs, we walked through the mall completely bored. Then, Gerard wanted to convince this
old couple that we were gay lovers. I let him hold my hand and smile at me lovingly, but he got mad when I wouldn't let him kiss me. He pouted for a few
minutes before he spotted a burly-looking, bald guy, who looked like he would rip my head off if I stepped on his shoe.
"Is he checking me out?" he whispered to me. I shook my head. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Tell me if he looks at my ass." He purposely dropped his bag that
held the CDs he had bought earlier. As he bent over to pick them up, I looked over at the guy who was sure enough looking at Gerard's ass. When I told him
this after he stood up, he smiled lustfully at the guy. The guy's eyes widened, and he hurried off into a nearby store. We died laughing.
"Ooh, he's hot." I wondered why he stopped laughing and looked in the direction he was staring.
Frank. Frank?!
"That's my best friend, Gerard. Please do not hit on him. He's only 15, and he's completely straight."
"Are you sure? He's too hot to be straight."
"That doesn't even make sense... Gerard!" He was walking toward an unsuspecting Frank who was looking through the music shop window. I ran ahead of Gerard and cut him off before he said anything.
"Hey Frank!"
He spun around quickly, panic-stricken, but his facial features relaxed when he saw me. "Hey, Mikey... Is that your brother?" Frank and I had only been friends for a little over a year so he's never actually seen Gerard in person.
"Uh, yeah. Frank this is Gerard, Gerard this is Frank. They shook hands, and Frank smiled uncomfortably while Gerard obviously looked him over.
"Frank..." Gerard repeated. "So, Mikey tells me you two are best friends. Why don't you come over tonight to our house, and all three of us can go to the
movies together?"
"That sounds great," Frank said nervously. "What time should I be over?"
"Seven-thirty."
"I'll be there. Right now, I should be getting home. I'll see you, later. Bye, Mikey." He looked at me as he said goodbye, and my heart leapt into my throat. That boy has such an affect on me.
"Come on, Mikey. We have to go shopping." Gerard pulled on my arm determinedly.
"Why?"
"Didn't you pay any attention to my conversation? We have a date tonight!"