CelinaMarniss

Michael Way sat, thinking of hotel rooms and trains and butterfly rings. Nothing more, nothing less. Alright, maybe he thought of a little something more. Let's say, hypothetically, that each of those things meant something more than just hotel rooms and trains and butterfly rings. Hypothetically, of course. Let's say, hypothetically, that when he was a child, he was very close to his brother. Suppose that when Michael was seven and his older brother was eleven, they were walking home from school one day in the late spring. Michael would take his brother's hand, would squeeze it fondly, would smile up at his brother's pale, perfect face. And

Mikey has to admit it, his brother is hot. He has an awesome voice. And he's just all around amazing. Ask anyone, they'll agree. That's why Mikey doesn't feel so weird about the way he feels about his brother, everyone feels the same way. Gerard has to point out, his brother is hot. He rocks at the bass. And he's just all around awesome. Ask anyone, they'll agree. That's why Gerard doesn't feel so weird about the way he feels about his brother, everyone feels the same way. They've always been close. Maybe a lot closer then normal brothers, they will kiss each other on the lips and sit in each others laps, but that's the extent of their rela