The Elite Club Of People Who've Seen Gerard Way Naked.

4: Lindsey Ballato's Three Step Guide To Becoming Something

Gerard Way had fallen asleep with his head buried face first into the sofa, and his legs curled up against his chest, and a half eaten packet of Doritos knocked off the table beside him and now residing in crumbs and mess all over the carpeted surface of the living room floor: his mum would kill him.

Thankfully, somehow, Mikey was the first to wake up, stumbling down stairs in boxers and the first shirt he'd pulled off his bedroom floor in a half asleep state; it was probably something to do with the fact that it was a Saturday and Mikey had found an absolutely wonderful 'gift from heaven' esque dealer, which he was not quite so inclined to share with his older brother.

The seventeen year old found himself rolling his eyes as he peered into the living room: the TV still on in the background at the lowest volume, displaying some sort of news show that he knew Gerard hadn't been originally watching; he grabbed the remote from the coffee table and switched it off as Gerard let out a loud sigh in his sleep, rolling over and burying his face deeper into the couch cushions.

Mikey thought it best just to leave his brother in peace like this, even if Mrs Way would not be quite as inclined to do the same when she noticed the Dorito crumbs all over the carpet; he eventually settled upon brushing the major crumbs under the sofa and pulling the coffee table closer to the sofa in an attempt to disguise the mess at all.

Mikey placed the packet back on the table, and in doing so, happened upon his brother's cellphone: the screen illuminating in a burst of unwelcome bright light as the device vibrated against the coffee table.  Mikey valued his brother's privacy, but his own curiosity was a demon he couldn't quite ever overcome, especially as he knew he'd receive no repercussions for the deed as long as he was careful. 

With a cautious glance in Gerard's direction, Mikey inhaled sharply and grabbed the device; Gerard's passcode was his date of birth and had been for years now, and Mikey wondered why he'd even insisted that Gerard change it in the first place. 

Mikey didn't exactly mean to go all super privacy invasion suspicious mum mode and like look through everything on there, but he did indeed settle upon opening the messages app, and in turn, Gerard's conversation with Bert.

He scanned the messages quickly, and didn't bother to scroll too far up, as he was rather satisfied to see that Bert had texted Gerard something about them being 'done' at about four in the morning, which Gerard had presumably fallen asleep before receiving; Mikey marked it as unread and moved onto the most recent conversation - the one that had alerted Mikey to the phone's presence in the first place.

This one took Mikey by surprise, to say the least.

The contact name didn't exactly give took much away: a simple 'F', but the messages said everything Mikey could ever want to know and more.

There was some serious flirting, but some fucking middleschooler flirting, and in fact it was awkward and painful to read, but then Mikey's eyes flickered across the most recent message: 'Meet me today?'.

Mikey didn't even quite know how to react as he marked the message as unread and put the phone back down on the table, letting out a deep sigh, before exiting the room and making his way into the kitchen.

So, his brother was getting laid, again? After the whole thing with Lindsey a few days ago, and after Bert breaking up with him at four in the morning- and fucking hell, he didn't even know that Bert had broken up with yet. Mikey could hope that the trauma of a break up would deter his brother from going and fucking another innocent victim, however, he knew Gerard well enough to say that that was most certainly not the case.

Eventually, he settled upon simply brushing all thoughts of Gerard out of his head, and making some coffee. 

He made his way back upstairs as the kettle boiled: putting some jeans on over his boxers, and grabbing a hoodie from the floor, and his phone from the side.