"You have to tell him," Mikey sing-songed for the millionth time.
"No, I don't," Gerard countered yet again. He wished he hadn't mentioned it now.
"Gerard, he has to know how you f-"
Gerard was attacked by a tiny Frank-shaped cannonball hurtling toward him and hugging his around the waist, knocking him over onto the grass. Mikey laughed at his friend as he tumbled down the grassy slope.
"Frankie!" Gerard giggled as he untangled himself and ran back to his little brother.
"You laughed! I'm off the hook!" Frank chirped, skipping after the older boy. Gerard almost regrettede going back to the taall, skinny boy with bhis arms crossed and an 'I told you so' smirk plastered across his face.
"Tell her about it! Tell her everything you f-"
"Mikeeey! Don't EVER sing! Especially not Billy Joel songs... Weirdo," Gerard saved himself, covering Frank's ears. "Frankie's too young and innocent for that kind of torture! Well... Too young!"
"Come on, Gerard! He's grown-up and legal. Besides