GerardWaysavedmylife

He's trying to kill me. He really, really is; at least, that's the only reason I can think of for Brian's fingers ghosting up the inside of my thigh. We're sitting around the television, playing a game of Call of Duty; Brian's leaning up against me, watching as I play, and barely paying any attention to his own character. Zack's beside him, biting his lip in concentration, and Jimmy's hollering at the screen, Johnny gigging beside him. None of them notice as Brian slides his fingers farther up my leg, nearly at the junction of my thigh and crotch. Just as Bri's fingers are about to brush over my zipper, I pause my own screen, cheeks feeling

A/N: Okay, so this is the epilogue people! Love u all ~ Emily                                    *two months later* "You ready, Mikey?" Gee asks me, rubbing slow, soothing circles into the back of my hand. Am I ready to tell our friends and band members that we're dating? Hell no. But I smile calmly at him. "Yeah, Gerard, I'm ready; I love you." I reply, leaning in for a kiss. He returns it softly, before pulling me into the living roomish area of the bus. He takes a d

 I open my eyes, a feeling of panic sweeping my body. 'Where am I, where am I, where the fuck am i?!' I wonder frantically, until the last twenty-four hours tumble back to me. Gerard, saving me, taking me in. I let out a rush of air, falling back onto the bed. Which is when it hits me that this is not the bedroom I was given; this is Gerard's, and his bed is empty…. I think back to last night, trying to think of how I could have ended up here. I remember having a nightmare…which is probably how I got here. Good job, Billie Joe, you've pieced together your night! I think sarcastically. Wow, I'm even a bitch to myself. I get out

 I've never been the 'touchy-feely' boyfriend; sure, I'm a good boyfriend, always attentive, but I don't say 'I love you' as quickly as others. The reason's simple: I don't feel I've loved any of my girlfriends. They always, without fail, get pissed when they hear me say it to my best friends, but they don't understand. My best friends have always been here, always will be, no matter what. I love the four of them to death, would do anything I could to help them. And while I really liked my girlfriends, I didn't love them. I reflect on this during math, on how every one of my girlfriends has broken up with me because they felt I wasn't 'em

 I've never been the 'touchy-feely' boyfriend; sure, I'm a good boyfriend, always attentive, but I don't say 'I love you' as quickly as others. The reason's simple: I don't feel I've loved any of my girlfriends. They always, without fail, get pissed when they hear me say it to my best friends, but they don't understand. My best friends have always been here, always will be, no matter what. I love the four of them to death, would do anything I could to help them. And while I really liked my girlfriends, I didn't love them. I reflect on this during math, on how every one of my girlfriends has broken up with me because they felt I wasn't 'em

 I love the look on your face right now; that grin – you really are grinning like a fool. I probably am too; sitting on your kitchen floor this Tuesday afternoon is the best way I can think of spending. I can't imagine it ending; can't imagine pulling my hand from yours. "What's wrong, Johnny?" You ask, crystalline blue eyes lightly shaded with concern. I smile at you, shaking my head slightly. "Nothing, Jimmy, just thinking." You smile that easy, contagious grin of yours. "What about; was it me? Was it, was it, was it?" I laugh and squeeze your hand in mine, and you lean forward to kiss my cheek. "Yes, if you must know, it was y

 The first time is always different. The first kiss was heated and rough, hands clutching at the others clothes, holding on for dear life. Neither of them had planned for this, had never seen it coming. It hit them with the strength of the world. The first time Brian told Matt he loved him, his whole body was shaking. He didn't want to admit it, feared Matt would laugh or mock him. But he had to get it out; he would die if he didn't. So he forced the words out, tripping on his own tongue. Matt only smiled, dimples coming out in full force before he crushed Brian to him, lips at his ear. "I love you too, Brian Elwin Haner, Jr." Their f

 Can I be the only hope for you, because you're the only hope for me He means more to me than the world; more than my own life. Fuck, he is my life. Has been since he was born. The only person in the world who knows everything there is to know about me, who's been there through it all. When I was suicidal, he stopped me from ending it all. When I discovered I was gay, he didn't care; in fact, he said that if I hadn't been, he would've been shocked. I was too flaming to be anything else. Every difficult challenge I've been through, he's been here too. As a brother, and now…. His hand catches mine, interlocking our fingers delica

 The words are still racing around his head, the insults, and the jeering, sneering voices still fresh in his mind, replaying until he's insane, tears threatening to spill over. He can't go home, he doesn't want his parents – hell, he doesn't want anyone - to see him like this. So he runs, even though school isn't over yet; runs as fast as his legs will allow him, heading in the general direction of the old park he and his friends used to hang out at. In recent years, they've abandoned the swings for a secluded spot in the trees, and he heads there now. He lets loose the tears as he falls to his knees on the pine-carpeted ground, sco

The day slips by, the boys cuddling on the couch until two thirty, when a knock sounds at the door. Gerard jumps up, dislodging Mikey from his perch on Gerard's lap. Mikey gives his brother a quizzical look and Gee rushes to open the door. Standing there, with knowing smirks on their faces, are the Way brother's three best friends: Frankie, Ray, and Andy. "Hey Gee: here ya go." Frankie says, tipping a parcel into Gerard's waiting arms. Gerard gives a chuckle. "Thanks, Frankie. And guys, thanks for coming. Keep an eye on my baby, alright? If he is at all damaged, I will get Matt and Bri on all yo asses, got it? Bye, Mikey; I'll be back soon.

~ Eight months later ~ I fidget with my hair, trying to make it perfect, my nerves making it almost impossible to stay still. I've been unable to sit all day. A soft knock sounds on the door, right before it opens to reveal Mikey; he looks good in his black suit and red tie. "Hey, Frankie, how you doing; you nervous?" He murmurs quietly, trying to still my nerves a little. I try to smile at him, but I can feel that much doesn't happen. "Yeah that's one word for it; I guess…I'm more scared then anything, really." I confess to him, because it's Mikey, and he's my best friend. He instantly crosses the room to me and wraps his arm around