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MCR Fic, wheee!

Title: Trust Me
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Author: ghost_of_helena
Description: Gerard and Mikey play a little game. (Kid Fic)
Disclaimer: It's all FAKE. Never happened. Don't know them. Never will.


Gerard sat on the living room floor legs crossed in Indian style and eyes glued to the television set that sat only a couple feet in front of him. He had been so engrossed in what he was watching that he hadn’t even noticed Mikey coming in the living room and plopping down on the sofa.

“Change the channel.” Mikey finally said after about five minutes of staring at the tv. Whatever Gerard was watching was completely boring to Mikey and he wanted to watch something else.

“I don’t want to change it.” Gerard told Mikey without even glancing over his shoulder. He was here first so why should he listen to his little brother?

“Change it!”

“I don’t want to!” Gerard finally looked over his shoulder and stared at his brother for a moment before saying anything. “Why should I change it anyway?” He asked.

“Because it’s boring.” Mikey replied.

“If it’s boring then go away.” Gerard had been doing perfectly fine before Mikey had decided to join him. The thought of shoving Mikey in the closet and locking it again sounded lovely right about now, although getting in trouble for it didn’t sound so great so he pushed that idea out of his head and decided to try and ignore Mikey instead.

“I don’t want to go away.” There was nothing else to do or at least Mikey couldn’t think of anything else to do at that moment in time. So he was staying right where he was. Even if that meant staring at the boring program since it seemed like his Brother wasn’t going to budge. “Gerard.” Nothing. “Gerard.” No answer again. “Geerrraarrrd.” Again there was no answer, which meant that Gerard was ignoring him. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s done that. “GERARD!”

“WHAT MIKEY!” Gerard had moved all the way around so he could look at Mikey. Why did he have to be so annoying? Why couldn’t he have just gone away like he had suggested?

“NOTHING!” Mikey gave Gerard a huge grin.

Gerard was just about to say something to Mikey when he heard their Mom call out that they needed to go outside since they were being too loud. “See what you did.” He said, glaring at Mikey. “You and your big mouth.” He stood up, turned the tv off and then started making his way to the front door.

“You were loud too,” Mikey pointed out. Okay, so he was the one who started it, but just because he had gotten loud didn’t mean Gerard had to get loud as well. That was his fault. “You have a big mouth too.” He stuck his tongue out at Gerard and then got up off the couch and followed his older brother outside.

“You have a big mouth too,” Gerard mocked as he made his way outside. He stopped walking when he reached the middle of the yard, glancing around trying to think of what he could do now. Maybe he should ditch Mikey or maybe… “Want to play a game?” He asked, turning around so he could look at Mikey.

“Um,” Mikey thought about it for a moment. “What kind of game?” he asked. “If it’s pretending to be a piece of paper so you can draw all over me again I don’t want to play it.”

Gerard couldn’t help but laugh at what Mikey had said. He still couldn’t get over the fact that Mikey had actually let him draw all over him. It was fun and funny at the time, but when he had gotten grounded for two weeks because of it the funniness of it all had gone away. “No, stupid, do you see anything for me to write on you with? No.” He took a step towards Mikey, smirking. “It’s called Trust Me.” There was no such game called that, but that didn’t stop him from making it up.

“I don’t know that game,” And even though Mikey has never heard of this Trust Me game he was definitely happy that Gerard wasn’t going to try and draw all over him again. “How do you play?”

“You close your eyes and I lead you around or steer you around.”

Mikey just stared at Gerard. What kind of game was that? It sounded stupid. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“I’m not done.” Gerard said. “See after I get tired of making you wonder around blind you have to guess where I made you stop.” And just to make sure that Mikey says yes Gerard added, “If you get it right you can have anything of mine you want.” No one could turn down a game when prizes were involved.

“Anything?”

“Anything you want.”

Mikey thought about it for a moment or two. Well, there wasn’t really anything else to do and he really didn’t feel like trying to figure out something else to do, so why not go along with Gerard’s little game. He shrugged and gave in to it. “Okay, I’ll play.”

That was exactly what Gerard wanted to hear. This was going to be fun. “Good!” He walked over and stood behind Mikey and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Close your eyes and no peeking!” He waited a minute and then made Mikey spin around and around so he’d become a bit disoriented. When he was done with the spinning he leaned over Mikey’s shoulder to see if he had his eyes close. “Remember no peeking.”

“I’m not going to peek!”

“Good.” Gerard grabbed Mikey by the shoulders again and started to steer him around the yard. Sometimes he’d go in straight lines and other times he’d go in a zigzag type pattern. Other times he’d just make them stop and turn around and around in the same spot before moving on again. “Lost yet?” He asked as they kept walking around.

“A little.” This was going to be hard. Mikey has somewhat of an idea of where they might be, but then again he had been spun around and gone this way and that that he wasn’t really all that sure where in the yard they could be. For all he knew they could’ve ended up next door!

“Put your arms down.”

“Why?” Mikey asked.

“Because I said so.” Gerard said, pinching the back of Mikey’s neck.

“Ow!”

“Next time it’ll be worse.” Gerard loved the fact that he could practically make Mikey do whatever he felt like making him do right now. Or would that be most of the time?

Mikey definitely didn’t like being pinched and he didn’t want to find out what Gerard might do if he didn’t put his arms down so he listened and set them back down at his sides. He really didn’t get why he couldn’t do it. Being blind wasn’t fun and he felt like he was going to smack into something. “Are we almost done? I’m getting kind of bored.”

“You’re always bored.” Well, if Mikey was already getting bored then Gerard better hurry up and end this little game before Mikey decided to open his eyes and pull away. After a couple more minutes of steering his little brother around Gerard made them stop in the driveway. “Don’t open them yet. I’m going to let go and when I count to three you’re going to run straight ahead until I say stop. Then after that you can guess where you are.”

“I don’t want to run with my eyes closed! I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Wait! Before you look how about I let you have more then one thing?” Gerard moved around so that he was now standing in front of Mikey. He could see that his little brother was actually thinking about his new offer.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Again that was the answer Gerard wanted to hear out of Mikey. “Okay, remember what I said. Run straight, eyes closed, until I say stop and then you can guess.”

“I know, I know.” He wasn’t stupid. Gerard didn’t have to repeat it all for him.

“Okay. One...two...three!” Gerard moved to the side just as Mikey took off running. A huge grin crossed Gerard’s face as he watched where Mikey was heading. And the minute Mikey slammed right into the garage door he started to crack up with laughter.

Mikey had hit the door so hard that he ended up knocking himself to the ground. Pain shot through him and he started to cry. “I’m telling Mom on you!”

The minute those words left Mikey’s lips Gerard stopped laughing and watched as Mikey started to get back up. “No you’re not!”

“Yes I am!” Mikey started running for the front door.

“No you’re not!” Gerard said before he started to run after Mikey. When he got close enough he reached out and tried to grab a hold of Mikey’s shirt, but he missed and caught air. He reached out again and this time he grabbed the hem of the shirt.

“Let go!” Mikey shouted, reaching back and hitting Gerard’s hand away.

“No!” Gerard still had a hold on the shirt and he was not letting it go, even when it sounded like the shirt was starting to rip. He was determined to not like Mikey get inside the house.

Mikey stopped running and grabbed some of his shirt and started pulling on it, trying to get it out of Gerard’s grasp. “Let go, let go, let go!” He tugged on it as hard as he could, but all that did was make it rip a hole in it since Gerard wouldn’t let go of it. “Look what you did! Now I’m really telling.” He smacked Gerard’s hand away and then took off running again, except this time he was shouting, “Moooooom!”

There was no way he was going to catch up to Mikey now. The game was over and he was going to be in trouble once again because Mikey is a tattle tail. Gerard sighed and then slowly started making his way back inside of the house. When he opened the door he heard his mother shouting for him, full name and all. He knew he was busted and she was definitely not happy with whatever Mikey told her. “Stupid tattle tail.” He muttered under his breath.

Mikey was sitting on the edge of the couch and their Mother was standing right next to him, arms cross, and a very unhappy look on her face. “We were just playing a game.” Gerard quickly said trying to defend himself. “It isn’t my fault he…” Every time he tried to say something so it didn’t seem that bad he was cut off.

“I don’t want to hear it, Gerard. Go to your room, now.”

This happened so often that Gerard wasn’t surprised by the fact that he now had to go to his room with no way of defending himself. Never failed. He glared at Mikey then turned and made his way to his bedroom.

Punished again. Oh well, it was worth it. It was always worth it.
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