Gerard's POV
"You know he's not going to leave. You can come out now.", Bert says, tugging on my arm to get me out of his room.
"Nooo", I groan as I try to pull away from his grasp.
"Gerard you're going out there whether you like it or not. People are gonna start coming soon.", Bert pleads.
"Just come get me when it's packed full."
"Nope. You still have to help me get ready."
"Nooo."
"I'll tell Mikey and Pete to go somewhere else or something."
"Still n-"
Before I know it Bert's carrying me in his arms, bridal style out the door. "BERT FUCKING MCCRACKEN LET ME DOWN!", I screech at the top of my lungs. Pete laughs as his eyes dart from Mikey to me. I wriggle in his arms trying to get down but he continues to hold me tight.
Mikey's face reddens and he turns away probably from embarrassment. But I could see why he would have that reaction. His seventeen year old brother is being carried bridal style by a twenty one year old man. And to mention again his brother never knew he was gay. That'd be pretty awkward to me too.
"Why don't you guys go somewhere else while Gerard and I get everything ready?", Bert said as he wraps his arm around my waist. I acknowledge the sign of affection and lean my head in the crook of his neck. I could stay like this for hours.
"Uh sure", Pete says as he winks in our direction. I roll my eyes in response. "C'mon Mikey.", Pete said, tugging on my little brothers arm and dragging him to the kitchen.
"Somewhere else", Bert says a little more stern this time.
"This isn't your house though.", Pete said smugly.
"Yes it is."
"No, it's your sisters."
"Well she's in Boston right now so technically it's mine now GO!", Bert raises his voice significantly to the point that it makes the little hairs on my neck stand on end.
"Fine we'll go. You're such a wet blanket.", Pete says as he saunters out of the room with Mikey following him.
"You didn't have to yell", I mumble.
"It's fine he'I'll get over it it's not that big of a deal anyways.", Bert says.
I decide to shrug it off and help him instead. I walk out into the hot Jersey sun and get the plastic cups out of Bert's car. Bert leans over to reach in the trunk. As he crosses me he plants a small kiss against my neck. "Why are you feeling so tense, babe?"
"You already know.", I reply blankly.
"Yea I guess you could say I do, but you shouldn't get so worked up about him.", Bert admits.
I shrug, "whatever. But I want to get out of the heat. I'm burning up."
"Yea, me too."
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Soon enough people are everywhere. After a few awkward introductions to all of Bert's friends that I've never met before I'm completely gone. I see Bert motion me over in the corner of my twisted vision. "Hey, Oli! Glad you could come!", Bert says as he opens the door and hugs a guy who looks about the same age as him, covered in tattoos.
"Nice to see you too, Bert", he says with a heavy British accent.
"Oh also this is my boyfriend, Gerard.", Bert says, pulling me in close.
Oli sticks out his hand for me to shake, "oh, nice to meet you Gerard.", he smiles as he shakes my clammy hand.
"Nice to meet you too", I slur in response. I linger away from Bert again while he stays behind to talk to his friend. I wonder where Mikey and Pete are. Oh yea, they're in Bert's room.
I shakily twist open the bedroom door to reveal what I thought I'd never ever see Mikey doing.
He's making out with Pete.
"Mikey..?", I slur through clenched teeth. He was a total asshole to me about my sexuality? But then he's just over here sucking Petes face off? That's a funny story.
Mikey gasps and pulls away from him, "G-Gerard? What are you doing here?!"
Petes wide eyes dart to mine as soon as my little brother pulls away from him.
"What are you doing here?", he repeats again.
I ignore the question, "You're such a goddamn hypocrite!", I snarl, the haze starting to clear up from my foggy mind.
"Are you drunk?", Mikey says, trying to change the subject.
"Thats none of your business!", I immediately snap back, defending myself. "Why've you been such a fucking hypocrite to me all these years? Huh?"
"I-I have reasons!", he stammers.
"Uh huh sure you do.", I say coldly. Mikey furrows his brows and gets off the bed with Petes hand in his.
"C'mon Pete lets just go.", Mikey says angrily as he tries to get through me.
"No, you need to tell me your 'reasons' first".
"Move, Gerard. I'll just tell you some other time.", Mikey tries to push past me.
"What the fuck? No! Tell me now!", I spit.
"Move, we're going."
"No! Why were you such a dick to me about it? You're a hypocrite!"
"Just fucking move out of the way already!", Mikey says, nearly yelling at me now.
"No! Just tell me why and I'll go!", I yell back.
"I'll tell you some other time, just let us go now. I don't want to argue with you anymore.", Mikey growls.
"What makes you think that I'm just going to let this slide by?! Tell me what made you such an arrogant ass last year. What makes you think you're better than everyone else?!"
"Just move. Like I said I don't want to argue!"
"I already told you no, you little-", I can't finish my sentence because something hard collides with my face. I gasp and instantly recoil from what hit me. "What the fuck Mikey?! You punched me!", I say holding my hand over the eye he punched.
Mikey wordlessly pushes past me with Pete. I try to run after him but but my alcohol infested mind won't let me. It just results in me stumbling blindly through a crowd of people. I give up, considering that the situation is hopeless since they're probably walking back to where they came from. And it's not the fact that Mikey never came out to me, it's that he bullied me over him thinking that I was gay. Junior year he got everyone on board that I was gay and everyday I got beat up and teased. And my own brother did that to me. I never fully forgives him for it. I tried to but it's not easy. He's still my brother though, and I still love him.
"Hey Gerard?", Bert yells over the noise. I watch as he looks around the whole place for me. I shrink back into the couch, hoping that he doesn't see me.
When I see him go in the opposite direction I bolt to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and turn on the light. My gaze wanders up to the mirror to see my greasy matted hair covering most of my face. I move it away to look at my eye. Fuck. A deep purple bruise still slowly appearing on my injured eye. That's pretty embarrassing, a fifteen year old beat me up. I shakily cover it back up with my hair and close the door behind me.
"There you are!", one of Bert's friends Andy exclaims making me jump. "Bert was looking all over for your ass. Come on!" I reluctantly follow him, mostly by him making me though. And I making sure the hair covers my bruised eye.
"Found him for ya.", says Andy as he saunters away back to his girlfriend I suppose. Shes thin and has long brown hair with green streaks in it. She seems really happy with Andy.
"Hey! Gerard.", Bert says as he snaps his fingers in front of my face.
"Oh uh sorry," I slur.
"It's fine. Where were you?", he asks.
Quick, gotta make up something. "Umm uh I was in the bathroom.", I lie.
"You okay?", he asks with sympathetic eyes.
"Yea yea I'm fine."
"Cause I saw Mikey and Pete leave and Mikey looked really pissed and I was wondering if maybe it had to do with you", he laughs nervously.
"Oh, uh nothing hap-"
"Damn, move the hair out of your face I can barely see you.", Bert interrupts as he reaches for the jet black hair in front of my face.
"Well I can see you so it's fine!", I hiss.
"Geez okay! But are you sure everything's fine with you and Mikey?", he asks one more time.
I nod, "yes." That was a lie.
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