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31 August 2007 @ 11:20 pm
They Don't Love You 6  
Title: They Don't Love You Like I Love You [6/?]
Author: ohvick
Pairing: Mikey/Alicia, Mikey/Gerard, Gerard/SURPRISE
Rating: PG-13
POV: Mrs. Way (Alicia)
Summary: If I had done what I should’ve done, I wouldn’t have found out how very wrong I’d been and how much worse the situation really was.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people, nor do i believe or wish that the Ways are anything more than superbrothers. Now that that's settled, let's pray that we don't go to hell for this. DX
Author Notes: I got this idea from when i was making a bowl of ice cream (with chocolate sauce and sprinkles) and my sister called me fat. -_- thanks skinny bitch. p.s. this is soooo not fluff.
Dedication: jujubescavities for putting aside all her morals and reading this. ILY! and for all those who read this story, because without you, I'd be writing for nothing, obviously.

Perfect.
This Picture.
Worse.
Murder.
Sleep.



I think it was a Monday. The hot sun had been beating down so hard that particular day, and the events that day were so off-putting, that it couldn't have been a nice day like Sunday. Now, I could be wrong, but Monday seemed like the best candidate.

I’d just came back in the bus, sweat pouring out of every pore in the most unladylike way. The cream colored leather couch didn’t help at all, sticking to my skin if I sat in one spot too long. The a/c could only do so much to relieve you from the blistering heat of summer.

Ray and Bob’s eyes were fixed on the television screen, mouths loosely open and sometimes moving to mutter some trash talk. Their fingers around the remote controllers worked at warped speed, while their brains rotted slowly.

I figured we all rot. Metaphorically and literally. We are not special. We are all part of the same decaying waste on this earth. In one way, we become the monsters, the zombies they portray in movies. We are heartless, carnal, ugly beings. The other way is the lifelong process, until eventually we grow old and die.

There was a click of a door shutting, and I turned to face Gerard. Gerard Way. Right there, with his flushed cheeks, messy stringy hair, and puffy red lips still glistening with spit or maybe something else. He looked inhuman. No way could someone that perfect be born from the same matter as everybody else. I found myself asking- Will Gerard ever rot like the rest of us? It’s just not possible something so beautiful can be destroyed, or die.

His eyes were clear and wide, staring back at me. He wasn’t scared, or cocky, just looking for an instant. All I could do was stare back and smile a little as if clueless as to any reason why he would be looking the way he did. I figured that if I never said a word, it would be easier to keep the secrets I’d known about.

He licked his lips, turning to the fridge to fetch a diet Coke.

Then Mikey stepped out of that same room, a tiny smirk on his face. Was it obvious, what they’d done? Of course not. Everyone’s too blind to see, or too normal to even consider it.

Mikey leaned down to kiss me, and my arms immediately went to encircle his neck. I think I heard Gerard cough or choke on his soda. Mikey’s smirk deepen for a second until he brought his arms up to release himself from me, pecking my cheek once before straightening up, not noticing the puppy eyes I gave him. They were exaggerated, but underneath, I meant it a little.

Gerard said something about heading out, but Mikey stopped him, “I’m starving. Alicia, you want some brownies?” He sounded distracted. I shook my head in a no, thanks. “Oh. Okay. Gerard?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

There was a pause. “Gerard, do you want some brownies?” I looked up at Mikey, frowning. They’re brownies, just chill.

“Yeah, sure I’ll have some.”

I got that queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach just then. Don’t Gerard. Just Don’t. He licked his lips and pressed them together, what he did when he was nervous sometimes, like when forced to do an interview with someone he’d just met, forced to tell strangers things he thought were supposed to be private.

The air was thick with something, some kind of tension that made me feel like any second something was just going to break as Mikey proceeded to make the brownies. Well, he wasn’t exactly making them. They were the ones that came baked and packaged. All you had to do what heat them up and apparently spread extra fudge on top. The smell of hot, gooey brownies wafted through the entire bus.

They chatted on the opposite couch as Gerard shoved brownie after brownie into his mouth. His stuffed cheeks would swell at the sides of his face until he’d swallow, with a large swig of milk and smiled, eyes shining brightly. This eerily reminded me of that scene from Matilda when that Trunchbull woman forced Bruce to eat a giant chocolate cake until he looked ready to explode, as punishment for stealing a piece.

Except that time, they were happy. Mikey wasn’t forcing him. Right?

His cheeks were chubbier than when I’d last noticed. He looked much like a little boy like that. Smeared chocolate fudge and crumbs down his lips and chin, some on his cheek, and a thin milk mustache. His glossy eyes would look up to Mikey with a hopeful expression. Then Mikey would nod. Encourage him to eat up, because they must’ve been delicious. I wondered if I could have some.

Just then there was a loud slam of the bus door, and Frank burst in excitedly, laughing a little to himself. “Gerard, Gerard- OOH BROWNIES! Can I have some?” He reached over to the plateful on Gerard’s lap.

Gerard’s “Sure” was barely audible, what with Mikey’s stern “No! Frankie, make your own damn brownies.”

“Mikey!” Everyone turned to look at me, including Bob and Ray at the game set, but only for a second because they didn’t pause their game. I immediately wanted to take back my sudden outburst, maybe because of the crack in my voice, or the way I shouted it so sternly, like a mother who’d caught her son trying to poke a fork in an outlet. I stuttered at their stares, Mikey’s the hardest of all. “D-Don’t be such a jerk.” My cheeks heated up as I played with a tear in my pants.

“Nah, it’s fine.” Frank laughed it off, somewhat unconvincingly. “Here,” He grabbed a napkin attempted to wipe off the milk and chocolate off Gerard’s face, but Gerard ducked away, snatched the napkin and wiped it off himself, giggling behind it.

“It’s like a goddamn Easy Bake oven in here.” Frank stole his half empty diet Coke off the counter, with little mock protest from Gerard and plopped down next to me. Muttering quietly, “You okay, ‘Licia?” I nodded and smiled as he sipped from the can.

Gerard continued to chew silently, wiping his mouth very often while Mikey talked to him in those hushed, serious tones again. He poured more milk for him, and watched him gobble each brownie one by one.

Mikey may not have been forcing them down his throat, or threatening to throw him in the Chokey, but with those cold, hard eyes that watched over Gerard like a hawk, he might as well been.


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references to the 1996 movie, Matilda. :D one of my favorites.

please comment. i really appreciate that you read and take the time to tell me what you think. :D iloveyou all!!


edited by crossbow1
 
 
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idizzen on September 1st, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
omg! this update just made my entire weekend:D im soooo happy that you updated because i kinda missed the story -.-

i think its sad that alicia is hurting the way she is. i could literally feel the pain she was in. and how obvious it was that gerard and mikey had had sex. if i was alicia i would have died when gerard and mikey came out from the same room, looking all happy and shit. i would have died ifmy bf cheated on me with his brother



Ida
frankfurter: mike's too coolohvick on September 1st, 2007 04:51 am (UTC)
D: im so sorry,
i dont know why im apologizing.
thank you and aww it is sad.
im usually so focused on Gerard's problems now and his internal conflict and why he's acting that way, that i kinda push Alicia's off for later in the story, you know?
i know it seems like the other way around, but Alicia hasnt begun to feel anything yet.
idizzen on September 1st, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
you don't have to apologize, because im such a sucker for angsty and unhappy fics! i dunno why i like them so much, and for some reason, i just can't stand fluff (i know, im a weirdo)

anyways, i've gotta go! i'll be back on monday!

*hugs*


Ida
frankfurter: cute frankohvick on September 1st, 2007 04:56 am (UTC)
yeah me too, i just didnt think i could write something like that.

have fun!!
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frankfurterohvick on September 1st, 2007 03:45 pm (UTC)
why do you think it's like this?

hehe,
^^ thank you.
caliisonfire on September 1st, 2007 08:27 am (UTC)
hmm, the whole "mikey making gerard eat" thing is making me kind of sick to my stomach.
like he's fattening him up for something....
ahahah
mema22mema22 on September 1st, 2007 09:21 am (UTC)
mikey the cannibal?
Maybe he's fattening him up to eat him?! Wow that's so wrong, blame it on lack of sleep!
frankfurter: pretty geeohvick on September 1st, 2007 03:51 pm (UTC)
Re: mikey the cannibal?
wouldnt that be horrible of me....?

muahah,

oh that would be so fucking messed up and good at the same time. :S
mema22mema22 on September 2nd, 2007 05:46 pm (UTC)
Re: mikey the cannibal?
Ha! that would definitly take the story to a different level, not sure if it would be a good level though! It would be interesting though.
frankfurter: pretty geeohvick on September 1st, 2007 03:52 pm (UTC)
Re: mikey the cannibal?
OMG YOUR ICON! :D
(Anonymous) on September 2nd, 2007 05:32 pm (UTC)
Re: mikey the cannibal?
your icon makes me want a twinkie,
and pete wentz...
mema22: fo' sheezymema22 on September 2nd, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC)
Re: mikey the cannibal?
Hahaha, my work is done then! Although I'd take the twinkie over Pete anyday!
frankfurter: gerardohvick on September 1st, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
that always makes me a little sick.
i never want to eat after i write a chapter, i feel like Gee, for some reason.
one of my weak points.

thank you for reading :)
(Anonymous) on September 2nd, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
Ok, I just love this story. I can't wait for the next chapter.
frankfurter: cool frankohvick on September 2nd, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)
thank you so much :D
girlpowers7 on September 2nd, 2007 05:29 pm (UTC)
jenni's awesome comment ::part, uh part, i lost track... part::
ha, you probably thought i wasn't gonna comment? huh, HUH? well, i was busy. so i am now. (:

what the fuck is up with mikey. gosh, STOP FEEDING GEE BROWNIES! feed me one... ::pouty face::

i really wanna know why mikes is giving him so much food, and why gee is taking it.
it bothers me because it's something that i dont know.

can't wait for more!
frankfurterohvick on September 2nd, 2007 05:35 pm (UTC)
Re: jenni's awesome comment ::part, uh part, i lost track... part::
YES! aha!!
aww, yes thats very odd isnt it?
or maybe not? you'll find out soon ^^

♥♥