This is very old and kinda sucking sorry

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I sniffled, knocking lightly on the door. My little brother Mikey opened the door, his smile faltering when he saw me.

"Gee, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Can I stay here for a little bit?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course," he said.

I stepped in, pulling my pink suitcase behind me. The small apartment was nice but clearly cheap. Pictures hung on the white walls and I noticed one with Mikey and I. I sat down on the leather sofa and curled up into a ball.

"What happened?" He asked.

Mikey sat beside me, pulling me closer to wrap an arm around my shoulder soothingly.

"Bert broke up with me," I cried.

"What? Why would he do that?" Mikey asked in shock. "I thought he liked you."

"H-he said I was too clingy and acted too much like a child, and too much like a girl," I explained. "He was okay with the panties and stuff but apparently the skirts were too much. But I like my skirts and I like the color pink, but that doesn't mean I'm a girl. And I'm not too clingy, a-am I?"

"Of course you're not clingy, Gee, he doesn't know what he's talking about," Mikey dismissed. "You're perfect, it's his loss without you."

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Of course," Mikey confirmed. "It's late, why don't we get you off to bed."

I nodded my head and walked down the hall to where I knew the spare bedroom was. Mikey trailed behind me with my suitcase in his hand.

"And it's okay with Pete that I stay here for a little?" I asked.

"Yes, it is," Mikey reassured.

"But how do you know that?" I asked.

"Because I will make it okay whether he likes it or not," he joked.

I giggled, opening the door and flopping down on the bed.

"Besides, I'm sure I could find ways to convince him," Mikey said.

I scrunched my nose up at his comment.

"Ew, Mikey," I complained.

He laughed, setting my suitcase down at the foot of the bed.

"Do you need anything?" Mikey asked.

I shook my head, not wanting to bother him anymore.

"Just call out if you need me," Mikey said.

He went out, shutting the door behind him. I whimpered at how alone I was in the small bedroom. The walls were a pale grey, the bedspread was a light blue color with white pillows. There was a bedside table lamp and a little light in the ceiling that emitted a faint yellow glow. The hardwood was cold on my feet and I didn't like that.

I yawned, stretching my arms out tiredly. I looked at the mirror that hung above the white dresser. My black hair reached my shoulders and my black eyeliner was smudged from crying. I stood up and walked closer, wiping away the black streaks to the best of my ability. I took off my shirt and jeans, looking at myself in my pink panties.

Nobody wants me. I'm too fat. There isn't a single daddy out there that would want me.

Bert didn't like me calling him daddy, he said it made him feel too awkward. I had looked past it and accepted that because I really liked him but I have always wanted a daddy. I always see little girls on tumblr with their daddies, I always wanted to be one of them. But I don't have a daddy because nobody likes me, they don't want me. I'm too fat and my face is too ugly. It's too chubby.

I tried not to think about it too much as I pulled on a large sleeping shirt and had a pair of panties under. I dove under the covers of the bed, clutching one of the pillows to my chest. Tears fell again but that only made me cry harder. I considered getting a stuffie from my bag but bad little boys don't get stuffies. I'm such a bad boy that no daddy wants me. Bert didn't want me and no one else does because I'm too stupid and ugly and fat.

(THREE MONTHS LATER)

"Gee, just come out already,"  Mikey said, knocking lightly on the door.

"I already told you I'm never leaving here again," I grumbled.

The door opened and he sat down beside me on the bed. I pulled the blanket over my head and sniffled.

"C'mon, we can get you a new stuffie," Mikey offered.

"I don't deserve any stuffies," I muttered.

"You do for being the best big brother ever," he countered but I didn't answer him. "We can go out for ice cream if you'd like."

"Can mine have extra sprinkles?" I asked quietly.

"As many as you want," Mikey confirmed.

"Fine," I finally agreed. "But I'm not going to enjoy it."

He laughed and stood up, clapping his hands together once.

"Great, get dressed," he said.

Mikey walked out of the room and I sat up. I don't want to leave, I don't think I've left the house in weeks. I'm too ugly to walk outside, I won't even be able to fit through the door. This is why no one likes me and no one wants to be my daddy.

I put on a white skirt with a pink sweater, white thigh high socks and a pair of light pink converse. It was simple but I didn't want to get too dressed up, I'm too ugly for all these nice clothes. I brushed my hair and put on my eyeliner, walking out to where Mikey was waiting.

"Ready?" He asked.

I nodded sadly and followed him outside to his car. He started driving towards the mall, listening to some random station on the radio.

"I think you just need a new daddy, that'll make you happier," Mikey suggested.

He knows about my lifestyle and perfectly accepts it. He found out after seeing my tumblr blog while borrowing my laptop.

"No daddy wants me," I grumbled.

"That's not true," Mikey denied. "There's someone out there who does want you as their little boy."

I scowled and looked out the window. We pulled up at the mall and walked inside. Mikey found the store with the stuffies and let me wander the aisles. There was so many that I couldn't decide. I bit my lip and picked up a little stuffed cat. It was black with green eyes.

"Mikey, I found one I want," I called out.

I looked around but didn't see him. Panic rose in my chest as I wandered through the aisles, trying to find my little brother. Oh god. I'm all alone. He left me here. Oh no now I have no one. I'm going to live on the streets. Maybe he was kidnapped. Not my Mikey. I need to find him. What if he doesn't want me to find him?

"Mikey?" I called out, a little louder this time.

"I'm over here, Gee," I heard him reply.

I looked and he was just outside of the store, talking to some man I didn't know. The first thing I noticed was his tattoos. The second thing was his Mohawk with the bleached sides. He had a lip piercing and his eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner. He was a few inches shorter than me and wearing a Smashing Pumpkins shirt.

"Did you find what you wanted?" Mikey asked.

I nodded sadly and handed him the little cat. I looked at the man suspiciously, feeling shy around him like I always do with new people.

"Who is that?" I whispered in Mikey's ear.

"This is Frank," Mikey introduced. "Frank, this is my older brother, Gerard."

"Hi," Frank said, holding his hand out.

I hesitantly shook his hand, mumbling a quiet, "You can call me Gee."

"You know that one business I used to work for before I got the job at the university?" Mikey asked and I nodded, faintly remembering him telling me about it. "Well, Frank's family owns it. The Iero Industry."

"Oh," I said.

"You got a new stuffie?" Frank asked.

I felt my eyes widen slightly before I nodded. He knew what stuffies were? He isn't judging me? Is he a daddy too? He's probably already someone else's daddy. Or maybe Mikey told him about my interests. Dang it Mikey.

"What are you naming him?" He asked.

"Um...I'm naming her Pippi," I said. "After Pippi Longstocking."

Frank smiled, holding the stuffie and tapping her nose against mine, making a little meow sound. I laughed, taking the stuffie and holding it to my chest. It felt so nice to smile again. I like Frank, he's nice. Most people always just look at me weird for wearing skirts or acting childish.

"So, how's the new job?" Frank asked Mikey.

"It's been good, kind of stressful but I like it," Mikey replied.

"Well, we miss you over at the company," Frank said.

Mikey laughed and shook his head. I smelled chocolate and looked to see the ice cream place a couple meters away. I tugged on Mikey's sleeve and pointed to it.

"Alright, let me pay for your stuffie first," he said. "Frank, you can join us if you want, it's my treat. I promised Gee ice cream and we can catch up."

"That sounds like fun," Frank agreed, flashing me a smile.