Days passed since Gerard's and I's conversation in the study; and I began to catch Brook staring at my brother. Gerard would walk her to her room, they would walk down together in the morning, and they would go for walks. I knew it was official when I saw them kissing in the garden. Gerard had her wrapped around his finger…..and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
Brook and I would practice every day, except when I would have a show, but she would always have a smile on her face. She would also always tell me how "Amazing" my brother was. It took all the strength in me not to gag or burst out laughing. Frank found out about Brook and Gerard shortly after I did. He said that he had seen them in the kitchen holding hands and then Gerard kissing her.
It was currently a Thursday and I was waiting in the training room for Brook. Suddenly the door opened and she came in, smiling, as usual….why is that damn girl always so happy? She was wearing a tight green tank top and some tight exercise shorts. I swallowed hard and try to take my eyes off of her. It proved to be a hard challenge.
"R-ready," I asked.
She nodded her head excitingly, "Of course, I think we will have this act down by the first of the month."
"It's quite possible," I nodded, smiling at her.
We climbed the ladder and Frank came bursting in through the door, carrying a boom-box.
"What's that for Frank?" I asked, he sat down on one of the stools and placed the stereo on his lap.
"You guys have to do your routine with a song remember? So I thought you guys should start practicing with the song." Frank stated and pressed down on the play button. Beautiful by Christina Aguilera started to play and Brook took hold of the fabric. She closed her eyes and jumped off the platform; she was able to wrap her ankle in the soft cloth and began to contort. She was improving on making her bends blend together to form one movement. I grabbed the fabric and leaped away from the platform; I was able to get my foot wrapped tightly and began to bend as Gerard had instructed us too.
We preformed the act perfectly and I was able to get back on the platform. Brook swung on after me but she let go to the fabric too late and started to fall backwards. Instinct took over and I was able to grab her forearm before she fell off. I pulled her towards me and she crashed into my chest. I breathed in her sweet scent; her body's curves fitted mine flawlessly. She suddenly pushed me away, and I stumbled back a few steps. I looked back at her, and she nervously pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
"Thanks," She mumbled, "For not letting me fall."
"I would never let you fall Brook, I'll always be there to catch you." I stated Brook looked at me with wide eyes. Just realizing what I had just said, I felt heat rise in my cheeks, I quickly went down the ladder and ran out of the training room. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I ran into my room and slammed the door shut.
I bit my lip and started pacing back and forth. I didn't know what to do; I couldn't push back my feelings anymore. They were bound to explode in my face, and I didn't want Brook anywhere near that when they did. I heard a few taps at my door, thinking they belonged to Brook, I shouted.
"Mikey, it's me." Frank stated.
I sighed and opened the door. "What do you want?" I snapped.
"Dude what happened? You ran out of there like a banshee out of hell." Frank asked, shutting the door behind him.
"I almost told her Frankie," I groaned.
"Almost told her what?" Frank asked stepping closer to me.
"It doesn't matter," I retreated; I hated spilling my guts to people. The only person I told trust was me.
"Mikey, I'm your best friend. You can tell me what's up." Frank said truthfully.
"I can't, if Gerard were to find out. He'd kill me." I whispered, mainly to myself.
"Screw Gerard, Mikey what's going on?" Frank snapped.
"He wanted to kill her, but I stopped him, I stopped him because of her." I muttered.
"Mikey you need to tell me." Frank was inches away from me, but I backed up. I could feel tears welling in my eyes.
"I can't take it anymore Frankie." I whimpered.
"Mikey stop speaking in fucking code! What are you scared of?" Frank said trying to calm himself.
"I fucking love her Frank! I've loved her since the first time I saw her! But she doesn't love me she loves Gerard! It's always Gerard!" I screamed. Frank looked taken-aback. I felt warm tears slide down my face, I never cried. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. "It's not fair Frankie, I hate this place. This is my personal hell, but my angel lives in it."
I felt Frank sit down next to me; he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I let more tears fall; I couldn't control myself I let out a sob.
"It's okay Mikey, it'll be okay. Ssshhhhh, everything will turn out okay." Frank soothed.
I really wanted to believe Frank, that everything would be okay. But I knew it wasn't going to be, nothing ever turned out good for me. I was better off just forgetting about her, just living my life alone, if I was able to do that. Then maybe, just maybe, I could get out of this alive.