I was mindlessly drumming out a beat as I wondered what I was going to about Tony when Jaime walked in the room. He was holding his stomach and from the looks of it he was going to be sick.

“I’m so fat!” he yelled as he kicked one of guitars that were propped up beside the door. Vic appeared like the angel that he was and placed and hand on Jaime’s shoulder before whispering something in his ear. Jaime nodded and turned to hug Vic.

Tony rushed into the room with his hand over his chest and grinned as noticed Jaime and Vic hugging. He wrapped his arms around the two of them as Jaime cried on Vic’s shoulder.
“You shouldn’t cry, Jaime. It makes my heart hurt when you do that. You make Drella sad when you cry.” Tony frowned at Jaime who lifted his head and forced a smile.

“Tell Drella that I’m sorry.”

“She forgives you.”

I don’t even think they noticed I was here so I stood up and slammed the drumsticks on the stool before storming from the room. A hand grabbed my elbow and I followed the tattooed fingers to a frowning Tony. I didn’t talk to him and his frown deepened.

“Why won’t you talk to me? You spoke to me in the music room yesterday. What did I do?”

“Nothing.” I whispered to him and proceeded down the hall to my bedroom. He was sticking to my side like a fly to a pile of dog shit. I glared at him as he walked into my bedroom with me. He wasn’t paying attention to me instead he was looking around the bedroom I shared with Vic.

“Ooh, Green Day. I like Green Day, well actually I like Billie. He’s hot.” Tony twirled around on one foot with a grin. I nervously rubbed my hand up my arm as he wandered closer to me.

“Do you like me, Mike?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like me like a friend or do you want to pin me to the bed and have your wicked way with me?” Tony asked so bluntly that my face flamed to life. It wasn’t that I was virgin, I was far from that, it was just the brazen attitude he was taking while talking about sex.

“Well?”

“I…”

“We’ll see then.” Tony strode towards me and pulled me down by the neck and smashed his lips to mine. The kiss was so violent that our teeth clacked together. I groaned at the first taste of him. He tasted like toothpaste and a mix of chocolate; it was weird but very pleasant taste.

Tony made a cute whimpering sound and I knocked his hat from his head so I could wrap my fingers in his black hair. He pushed himself closer to me as his tongue swiped over the roof of my mouth. Tony groaned this time and pushed his hands up the front of my shirt.

“What’s going on?”

We broke apart and Tony grinned at Vic who was staring in shock at us. I sat on the edge of my bed and bit my bottom lip. I was pretty sure that Vic would take after our father. He hates gays, African-Americans and anyone who wasn’t Mexican.

Of course he’ll take after him. Have you seen your ugly fag ass?

I tried hard not to cover my ears as the conversation erupted between Tony and Vic but I caught snippets of it.

“….no very well…don’t hurt…I will kill…”

No one loves you Michael. Why won’t you understand?

I covered my eyes and rocked on the bed. I knew I looked crazy right now but I was afraid of hearing the voices anymore and blocking my ears helped them go away even for a few moments. I felt two pairs of arms wrap around my body and I leant into both of them as tears poured from my eyes.

“What’s wrong with me?!” I screamed as Vic and Tony tried to comfort me. It wasn’t working. Not today.

Michael, no one wants to be near you. Michael you should cut yourself. Michael…

“Shut up!” I screamed at the top of my voice and the door came banging open to reveal two men in white jackets. Soon enough I was sedated and strapped up in a straightjacket before being taken away to the room where no one should go.

Notes

Titled Cred: Good Charlotte.

I know it's quite short but I'm not sure who to write this, more of a filler kinda.