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Gerard's POV

It was now Monday morning. One whole day had passed since the passing of Erica and things were not getting any easier. Mikey had spent the whole day yesterday shut in his room, unpacking his things. He wouldn't let anyone in and I was so worried about him. At about 5pm yesterday, I'd had enough of Mikey hiding away in his room so I got Frank to use his super-strength and break the door off its hinges. I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't doing anything harmful to himself.

Of course, Mikey got pissed off with me and it was understandable, but somehow I managed to talk to him. He was gonna stay at the apartment and wasn't gonna go to work for the next week or so until he came to terms with everything a little more. Of course he wouldn't be completely over it after a week, but he would be a little better than he was currently.

As Frank and I entered the workplace that Monday, the big boss was there as were all the employees who were crying. Erica had made the front page of yesterday's newspaper. It was no secret that she was dead.

"Oh god Gerard," Mimi said, rushing up to me, crying as she hugged me. "Your brother was Hot Boy wasn't he? He was dating Erica just like how Erica was dating your brother. How is he? Is he ok?" she asked. "Are you ok? Is Frank ok? You were all close. Everything is so terrible," she cried. My heart beat faster. Oh shit, everyone here knew who Hot Boy was. That was not good news for Mikey.

"Mikey was Hot Boy?" Frank asked me, looking confused, acting dumb.

"Is everyone here talking about that?" I asked Mimi, looking slightly worried. She nodded. I figured that this needed to be addressed before anything got out of hand and the media found out who Mikey was and then came and hung around our apartment. All they needed was to then figure out that Frank and I were who we were and we'd be screwed.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" I called out to the grieving people. They all looked over at me. I noticed clients had begun turning up.

"Can everyone please go into Frank's office? We all need to have a talk," I told them. Everyone piled into Frank's office. Once everyone was in there and the door was closed, they all looked at me expectantly, including the boss.

"How many of you have the theory that my brother is Hot Boy?" I questioned. Everyone immediately raised their hand. It was easy to realize that gossip went around so quickly in this place.

"I'm not going to divulge whether or not my brother is Hot Boy because I don't know if he is either. Sure, he was dating Erica and Erica was Hot Girl, but what if Hot Boy was some other guy? What if Erica was bluffing about dating Hot Boy?" I questioned.

"How can you not know if your own brother was a superhero?" Mimi asked.

"Brothers don't tell each other everything. So anyway, as a result, I would prefer it if no one went to the media about whether or not my brother is Hot Boy. Because it's not certain if he is. And I don't want media surrounding my apartment unnecessarily," I spoke.



"No one will go to the media or they will be fired," the big boss spoke, making me raise my eyebrows. Why was he being so understanding all of a sudden? He didn't give a shit that Frank and I were apart last week and now all of a sudden he cares."Now everyone except Frank and Gerard get out of my office. You can grieve out on the floor while you're inflicting pain on those clients who are all waiting for tattoos," he said. Everyone left except for Frank and I.

The door was once again closed and this time, locked.

"I've figured you both out," the boss said.

"Excuse me?" Frank asked.

"What, you think I'm a dumbass who just pays for fire damage to desks to be fixed without questioning it? You think I pay to get a new water cooler after the last one was smashed down hard on the desk to put a fire out? You think I paid to fix the toilet door after someone managed to smash it off its hinges? I only proved myself right last week when The Skeleton stopped showing up because he was in LA. And I just want you both to know, I'm not running to the media. I just want to congratulate you both and offer my condolences to you and your brother after what happened to Erica," the owner said. Shit, this guy was smart.

"No one else knows, do they?" I asked.

"Mimi came to me a few weeks ago. We've been friends for years so we talk about everything. She said she'd known about Gerard for ages, since he was something which everyone referred to as the 'Fire-fucker'. But she wasn't certain and now I don't know what she believes. But if you both wanna go home to grieve or anything, you are more than welcome to," he spoke.

"No. We wanna stay here. We wanna give Mikey some space. Plus, all we'd do is mope around the apartment. We need to keep busy. We need to keep our minds off everything. It's the best way," Frank said.

"Ok, but guys, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. If you ever need to leave for certain emergencies, you are more than welcome to. It's so cool just to personally know two of New York's most famous people," he owner said.

"Well, if you want any promotion done by The Dark Ninja or The Skeleton or whatever for your business in exchange for our secret being kept, then just ask us or whatever," I offered. The owner seemed to like that idea as he let us out of the office to go and tattoo people.

 


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 551


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