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Gerard bounced out of his seat as soon as he heard the front door open. His grandmother laughed as he ran out of the rooAm to see his mommy and find out how his little brother was doing inside her tummy. When he got there he saw that mommy and daddy were a little upset.
”What’s wong?”
Donna sat on the sofa and Gerard scrambled up and hugged her.
”Is my little brodder okay?”
”Yes sweetie except you are not having a little brother anymore.”
”What do you mean darling?”
Gerard’s grandmother came in and sat down next to his mommy.
”We are having twins.”
Gerard’s daddy sounded tired when he said this.
”Donald.”
”We can’t afford two, let alone three! I just don’t make enough, and Donna can’t work and take care of the kids and…”
Gerard was scared now. Daddy didn’t want his… brothers.
”Don, stop, you’re scaring little Gee. Come here baby.”
Gerard crawled into the comfort and safety of his grandmother’s arms. He stuck his thumb in his mouth.
”What are we gonna do?”
”I can help out till Donna can go back to work, you know that.”
”Elena…”
”Don’t Elena me, now shush and go hug your son.”
Donald came around and Gerard cowered away a bit.
”I'm sorry Gee, of course I want you and your little brothers, grown ups just sometimes say silly things when they are worried.”
”Weally?”
”Yes.”
Gerard reached out and hugged his dad.
”We do have one problem though, we only have one name.”
Gerard looked at his mommy and then smiled.
”So name one Michael and the udder one James!”
Gerard was proud he thought about that.
”I suppose we could just reverse the names.”
”That sounds like a splendid idea, good job Gee!”
Gerard beamed with pride. He was going to be a big brother twice! He could not wait to meet Michael James and James Michael.
***Time Stamp: Sixteen Years Later***
”Mikey you little shit, did you take my fucking hair spray again!?”
Gerard stormed down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door. Sure enough there was his little brother on his knees looking into what he called his shoe mirror and spraying his hair.
”I need that for my project!”
”Geeze Gee, I just borrowed it.”
Mikey tossed the can back to Gerard who shook it.
”You practically used the whole fucking thing!”
"Gerard, language!”
”But Ma! Mikey went in my room again and…”
Gerard stalked out of the hallway to appeal with his mother about his outburst. Mikey smirked and checked his hair again.
”It’s show time.”
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”THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING OUT TO SEE US! WE ARE PENCEY PREP AND THIS IS, P.S. DON’T WRITE!”
Mikey threw himself around the pit as the band played one of the crowd favorites. He felt the bodies sweating and sliding against him. He loved being in the middle of it all. When the song was over he made his way over to the bar and ordered a beer. As he drank it he felt a hand on his shoulder.
”Great show Frankie.”
”Thanks Mikey.”
Frank held up his hand and pointed to the beer in Mikey’s hand. The bartender went and grabbed one for him.
”So, which one you going for tonight?”
Frank smirked and Mikey knew that it was more than one.
”None man.”
”What? Frankie the Flavor Player has no flavors picked out?”
”Nah man, last weekend I met an angel.”
”Here?”
”Fuck no, this place has anything but. It was at the book store believe it or not.”
”Since when can you read?”
”Fuck off Way.”
Frank shoved Mikey in good nature.
”No man, he was standing there reading Vonnegut of all things! I made a comment about the book being a little too big for his slender mind and he replied with, “My mind can handle things bigger than you could ever imagine.”
”No shit?”
”Yeah! I was in shock for a moment and then I laughed and offered to buy him coffee.”
”And that’s it? You meet a smart twink in a book store and swear off everyone for him?”
”Oh baby, he is the perfect package rolled into one. He could give any one of these bitches or twinks a run for their money.”
Frank drained the bottle and then headed backstage.
”Wait… you aren’t going to tell me his name?”
Frank smirked.
”Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough.”
With that he left leaving a puzzled Mikey behind.
***Time Stamp: Wednesday Night***
*Knock knock knock*
”Mikey get the door please?”
”Sure ma.”
Mikey walks out of the kitchen still crunching on his carrot and opens the front door.
”Frank? What are you doing here?”
”Hey Mikey.”
”Uh… come on in?”
”Thanks.”
Frank walks in and looks around the place. Donna comes out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.
”Well hello, you must be Frank, I’m Donna.”
”Nice to meet you Donna.”
”Do you want a drink, he should be just a moment.”
”No thank you, we are going out to eat anyway.”
Mikey looked back and forth between his mother and his friend confused.
”Hey Frank.”
Michael, Mikey’s twin brother came down the stairs.
”Hey Michael, you look cute.”
Mikey was shocked. Frank was here for his brother!
Michael moved past Mikey and kissed their mother on the cheek.
”I’ll be home by ten.”
”Alright sweetie, have a good time.”
”Thank you mother. Bye James.”
Mikey cringed. He was the only one that called Mikey by his real name.
”James huh?”
”Sure, I’m Michael James and he is James Michael.”
”So you should be Mikey then.”
”Nah, I like being Michael.”
”Whatever you say Michael.”
Michael kissed Frank sweetly on the cheek.
”See ya Mikey.”
Before Mikey could say anything they were gone.
”He seems like a nice young man.”
”Uh… yeah.”
Mikey walked down to the basement where his oldest brother Gerard was.
”What do you want Mikey, come to steal more of my stuff?”
Mikey just flopped onto Gerard’s bed on his stomach and sighed.
”What’s wrong Mikey?”
Mikey looked up.
”Mikes just left the house on a date with Frank Iero.”
Gerard raised an eyebrow.
”As in Pencey Prep Frank Iero?”
”Yup.”
”Huh. Well I hope he treats him good cause I will knock his teeth in.”
”You are not bothered by this?”
”No, why should I be?”
”Cause Frank is a well-known player and Mikes is… Mikes.”
”Mikey, you underestimate our brother a lot. He can take care of himself.”
Mikey looked at the clock. It was six he had four hours left till he had an answer.