If You Think That I'm Wrong(Mikey Way)

Three

"You're gonna ruin this house and we haven't even been here a week!" I heard Bob scream from down the hall making me groan into the pillow and get up to see what the hell was going on beyond the bedroom door.
"It was funny" Frank giggled throwing towels on the bathroom floor to clean the water; he must've filled the tub again and blamed the ghosts. It wasn't funny, it was stupid and a waste of water but he didn't think of that; he just wanted a good laugh.
"Next time we're gonna make you drink the water off the floor" Ray stepped in, throwing towels around and helping our drummer with his bathroom.
"Snow White is awake" the shortest of the three announced making the other two look at me and smile.
"Welcome back, I'm sure you had fun talking to the ghost but it's two pm and Gerard has a song he wants to show you because he thinks you'll really like the bass part I laid down" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and looked at my wristwatch to see it was in fact two ten pm making me sigh and rub my eyes.
"Dammit, sorry" I said adjusting my shirt and throwing a few more towels from the hallway closet and went downstairs to see my brother was sitting on the ground trying(and failing) to play a polka song so I knocked on the wall to get his attention and he set Ray's Les Paul down and uncrossed his legs.

"Hey" he smiled up at me; I smiled back and walked in, picking my favourite bass off the rack before sitting in front of him.
"Sleep better?" He asked picking his nails while keeping eye contact.
"Yeah actually" I nodded and adjusted my glasses; man was I excited to stop wearing them. Once, during my college days, I attempted to put in contacts but ending up poking myself in the eye with my finger so I haven't tried again since that day, glasses were easier anyway; they just sit on my nose. Yes the tan lines aren't the most attractive things in the world but it's better than jabbing myself in the eye and possibly ruining my cornea even more.
"You still look tired though" he commented making me sigh.
"Okay well you try sleeping in my room"
"Mikes, do you wanna switch? I sleep like a baby in my room and you're a heavy sleeper so you'd be able to sleep even better than me a-"
"Gerard no. I just have to get used to it. It's the tree outside my window that scratches it which makes the creaking sound and shadows. I'll be fine, you deserve sleep too y'know"
"You know I worry about you" I nodded; even at twenty five-twenty six in seven months-Gerard still treated me like his 'you're my kid brother' and not 'you're an adult but I'm still older' brother which was a blessing and curse because even when Alicia and I go on dates, he calls me right after and asks how things went like I'm some hormonal teenager who can't keep his dick in his pants. I never even dated people in high school because everyone thought I was gay so really, I can't say he treats me like a teenager because when I was a teen, I was fat, was ass-deep in comics and had a lisp; now I'm only one of those things and that's ass-deep in comics though I don't think I'll be growing out of that anytime soon.

"I'm not a little kid anymore" I reminded making him laugh.
"Unfortunately. Remember when we'd run around the house and make shit up? Draw together? Walk home from school together? Sneak food into our room and watch Star Wars?" I laughed and nodded; so many nights take me back to those days where we were so carefree. Minus getting bullied in middle school, we enjoyed elementary school and being at home because Jersey was(and still is) too dangerous for a six and nine year old to go outside to the front lawn and play; I miss it though.
"Good times" I agreed with him and he picked the A string making a deafening noise sound the studio which made me cringe.
"Now look at us, preforming for the pillows and toys in the living room turned turned into us playing on a stage in front of ten thousand people" I smiled making him do the same; it was always our biggest dream-to play and create music together.
"Speaking of which, see if you can play this" he said sliding a piece of paper over to me so I could read the tabs Ray laid down; I usually help him but judging by his scribbles, he was eager to get it out of his head and onto something so he wouldn't forget.
"Sharpest life's? It would be lives, dickhead" I corrected, being the English major I was making him roll his eyes and hand me the pick in his hand.
"I don't care just read the tabs" I giggled and tuned my bass from Drop D to standard and reread them before beginning to play so I could get a rough idea of how it sounded; should sound, I guess I should say.