Not Your Mr. Brightside.

Coming out of my cage, and I've been doing just fine. Gotta gotta be down because I want it all.

This wasn't my usual setting, and I was a little nervous in a place like this, especially since I couldn't fine Gerard. I stared around the night club, looking for my lost brother. I anxiously ordered a drink from the bar and downed it in one big gulp. The whiskey blurred my vision but I was still able to scope out Gerard if I needed to. God knows where he is. I figured he'd found some slut to take home, but then someone else caught my eye. My vision was still blurry, but I was able to see that it was Frank. He was leaning up against the wall passionately kissing some random girl. He was easy to distinguish because of his blonde and black Mohawk and the Misfits shirt he was wearing. My thoughts floated to four weeks ago, when we kissed for a dare, and since then, he's been on my mind constantly.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

I thought about what we could be together, but I slapped myself and ordered another drink. It was only a kiss, Mikey. It didn't mean anything. Before I knew it, I was almost passed out from amount of whiskey and beer in my system. I couldn't even count the number on my hands. I was exhausted, so I stumbled over to Frank. Frank realized my state and winked at the girl. She whipped out her phone and called a taxi while Frank lit a cigarette.

Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab, while he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag.

I slung my arm around Frank's shoulders and we all blundered outside to wait for the cab. The girl took the cigarette out of Frank's mouth and took a long deep breath from it. My mind raced around the fact that she was coming back to the apartment with us but my thoughts were fuzzy.

The taxi pulled up and crashed through a puddle, thoroughly soaking the girl with dark water. Her white shirt sucked against her skin and became instantly almost invisible. Frank's eyes lit up and he kissed her again while I clamoured into the car. The ride home was spent with me sleeping against the glass while Frank and his new found friend whispered to each other. All three of us jumped out of the cab at the second it arrived at the apartment and she paid. Her and Frank raced up the stairs and left me to climb drunkenly by myself. I felt a gross feeling in my stomach when I saw them so intimate with each other.

Now, they're going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it's all in my head,

Eventually, I made it up the stairs and pushed the door open. I saw them on the couch together, her hand on his chest while he unzipped her dress. I couldn't bear to be in the room anymore, but I had nowhere else go.

But she's touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now. Let. Me. Go. I just can't look, it's killing me. And taking control.

Jealousy took control of my entire body. It made my hands shake and my palms sweat. It made my chest heave with heavy breaths and all of the drinks I'd taken in come up all over the floor. Frank looked over at me with a worried expression but I was too angry to even speak. I help up my hand to him and stumbled over to get a towel.

Jealousy, turning Saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis.

I cleaned myself and the floor and drank some water to rinse my mouth out. I was tired of seeing them suck each other's faces, so I took my chance when the girl went to the washroom. I marched towards Frank and kissed his lips.

"I love you Frank," I stated. "More than you could ever know. But it's fine if you don't love me back. I don't expect you to, but don't expect me to be Mr. Brightside when you bring random sluts home." My voice was slurred. I stood up and walked away, leaving a confused Frank behind me.

It's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes. 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.