"I can't fucking go to school like this, with what I've said. Surely you'd understand." Frank stood in Lindsey's kitchen: face distressed and half empty coffee cup in hand, his words directed now at Gee, despite it being Lindsey who'd told him to go to school in the first place.

"You're going to have to face them some day, you know that, Frank." Lindsey exhaled, acting utterly maternal as she buttered Gee a piece of toast, the twenty five year old sat at the table: eyes almost blank and fixated upon the back wall and the nothingness it held as he tried his not to give into the white powdered cravings that crawled over his mind like little destructive spiders.

"Not necessarily. I don't have to ever talk to any of them ever again." He mumbled, his face buried in his coffee mug as he leaned back against the wall, defiant upon the fact that he wasn't moving for anything right now, and he was technically still a teenager so he was allowed to be an angsty little shite as much as he wanted, thank you very much.

"Stop acting like you're thirteen, Frank, or I will start to care about this eight year age difference between you." Lindsey rolled her eyes, buttering Gee's toast and putting it on a plate in front of him for him to eat - the twenty five year old only ignored its presence entirely: he didn't even seem to be fully conscience of anyone’s existence right then.

"I'm eighteen in a few months time, you know." He reminded her, perhaps just out of snideness, because it didn't even seem to matter at all, especially not as she took notice of how Gee seemed to be twitching, biting down on his lip so hard it began to bleed.

"You shouldn't have fucking done that shit, Gerard." She snapped, addressing him by his full name in a manner that caused both Gee and Frank to jolt up; Frank in confusion and Gee in what almost seemed to be fear: his eyes meeting Lindsey's with what was almost a whimper, still twitching, and lip now bleeding. "You're craving - I can see that. Anyone can."

"Wait what?" Frank jumped up at that, walking over to where Lindsey had taken the chair beside Gee and standing opposite them, catching Gee's wide eyed and almost vacant gaze, but only momentarily.

Lindsey looked between Frank and Gee with an almost questioning look as she weighed up the pros and cons of letting the truth slip in her mind. "I don't think it's entirely my secret to tell. I sure as hell want to, considering just how much he's pissed me off with this, but believe it or not, I do consider myself a decent human being, I mean it's kinda bad-"

"I pretty much overdosed on cocaine." Gee spat out, drowning out Lindsey's words in his confession and the silence that followed as Frank struggled to even discover what he thought, because right now his mind was nothing but empty as he felt like nothing but curling up and disappearing. "It was just something to do - I mean it was kind of like drowning and I kind of liked that, I guess. It was just forgetting."

"I'm sorry, Gee, I mean... I just-" Frank fell into the chair opposite, burying his face in crossed arms pressed down against the table, and Lindsey was just speechless as Frank started to let out a little, muffled sobs.

At first Gee could just sit there and stare, because this was Frank, and as stupid as it sounded it was almost as if he'd even forgotten that his boyfriend was only seventeen and was just so fucking confused and still some fucking high school wreck, because to him Frank was just cool, and Frank just stole his cigarettes and Frank didn't care that he wore miniskirts, and Frank didn't care, and most certainly Frank didn't cry, but he did.

"Frankie..." Gee finally croaked out, his muscles tensing up as the seventeen year old pulled up his red and swollen gaze to meet his boyfriend's and everything seemed to stop for a good few minutes as Lindsey considered leaving the room and the then fact that she really didn't want them to end up making out on her kitchen table.

"It's just I..." He sighed out, burying his face in his arms once more, before pulling his gaze up to once again hopelessly meet his boyfriend's. "I'm sorry, I fucked you up, I upset you and it's always, it's always just me and someone is going to tell Mikey now and when Mikey's going to find out it's just like why not make a bet as to which one of us is going to get punched in the face first..."

"Look, Frankie, it's not your fault at all, and I promise you I love you so much, and with what's happening with Mikey right now - I've been talking to him a lot recently, I don't think he'll want to punch you in the face for anything more than the fact that I'm his brother, and that seems pretty normal to be honest." Gee reassured him but couldn't help consider for a moment that perhaps neither of them wanted to be normal at all.

"What have you been talking about with him?" Frank jumped to the question instantly, and Gee exhaled in response, leaning back in his chair and glancing over at Lindsey who stood almost awkwardly as if she was supervising, by the door.

"You want privacy?" She asked in assumption, lips forced into a small smirk. "No fucking on the table, okay?"

Gee turned back to face Frank in almost synchronisation with the slamming of the door behind her and sighed, questioning his morals greatly as he considered what he was just about to do, but he couldn't lose Frank for anything, not ever, not again, and it seemed that if that meant sacrificing the trust between him and his brother, then it would just have to be another stupid decision for him to make.

"He... he uhm... likes Pete." Gee admitted, his voice quite and his gaze never meeting Frank's as he began to fidget a little, amusing by now that Frank would know who 'Pete' was, and from the gasp that left his lips, Frank most certainly did.

"He hates Pete." Frank exclaimed, attempting to process what he'd just been told, and it just wouldn't fit - it had to be wrong, surely? "He's dating Alicia. He goes on about Alicia all the fucking time - I should know, I've had to put up with that shit forever: he's not gay, he's homophobic as fuck, I mean-"

"He tried to kiss Pete." Gee interrupted with what was the truth and what he really shouldn't be telling Frank at all and perhaps the truthful realisation pushed Frank down and buried him in what was nothing more than a never-ending silence.

"Well... fuck..."

-

"I don't want to call him a liar, but Frank doesn't exactly seem like the gay type." Brendon mumbled from behind a coke can; their usual group, absent of both Frank and Mikey sat on the steps outside the music block, trying their best not to get stepped on by assholes making their way into their home rooms early.

"Yes but have you ever seen him with a girl like that, ever?" Ryan pointed out, perhaps just a little offended by his boyfriend's stereotypical assumptions, but not quite bothered enough to make a big deal about it.

"Jamia." Brendon offered with two eyebrows raised high, and Ray wanted to speak up like hell, not in fully outing Frank but defending him at the very least, but he found his gaze sternly fixated upon Pete who looked like he was about to burst on the spot with what could only be a secret he should never have been trusted with.

"Jamia's gay too." Patrick spoke up at that moment, stating what everyone knew as the obvious, and after that, Brendon went quiet for a moment, pondering over just how much Frank's sexuality would hurt his special snowflake esque ego.

"But he's absolute besties with Mikey and Mikey's the biggest homophobic asshole, I've ever met." Brendon met Ray's eyes at that moment, considering the fact that he may have stepped over the line there, but only momentarily. "Sorry Ray, but seriously, you've got to agree with me here - that shit just doesn't make sense. Like didn't it surprise you at all."

"Yeah, it surprised me a little-" Ray began, watching as Brendon's mouth open to jump to conclusions before Ray had even finished. "When he first told me." He finished, leaving jaws agape as Brendon continued to be personally offended by the fact that he wasn't informed.

"He told you?" Ryan was the first to exclaim, not out of personal offense but at the fact that Ray had kept this completely quiet.

"He didn't directly tell me - I overheard, but I knew too." Pete piped up amidst the widened gazes and jaws agape. "The whole boyfriend thing is true." He added, just to ensure Brendon wouldn't go down that route next.

"Wait, so who's his boyfriend?" Brendon piped up first, his mind sparking with curiosity at the prospect of another gay guy in this shitty little Catholic town.

"It's a secret." Ray emphasised, his words directed mainly at Pete; he still didn't trust the guy and quite honestly found it ridiculous that he even knew - that was really a terrible decision on Frank's part.

"What's a secret?" Mikey asked, arriving at the worst possible opportunity, leaving everyone to look up at him wide eyed like he'd died or something, and Pete couldn't but blush and bite his lip as Mikey made it obvious in his attempt to sit as far away from the boy whom he'd kissed in 'mistake'.

"Don't tell him-" Pete burst the words from his lips, aiming them directly in Brendon's direction and all too soon before he could possibly come to realise just what Mikey would have deciphered from the snippet of conversation he'd gathered.

"Oh so they all fucking know do they, huh? Pete?" Mikey, as Pete finally came to realise, took his words nothing but the wrong way as he exploded in a mess of angry accusations, leaving the others to stare at one another blankly as they struggled to second guess what was the great secret between Mikey and Pete.

"We were talking about Frank." Ray stepped in, silencing Mikey and protecting whatever secret Pete was keeping simply out of kindness' sake, and maybe just something to kindly blackmail him into telling said secret later.

"Oh... yeah..." Mikey fell into a blush, leaving it known to everyone that this was really not a secret he wanted to be told. "Frank’s not here."

It was then that Patrick slowly began to piece things together, and oh fuck, something had happened between them - he was reluctantly certain of the fact, and Mikey had a girlfriend, and Pete had a boyfriend, and he still had a raging crush on Pete, and whichever way he looked at this situation, no matter which one, everyone was still absolutely fucked.

"Don't tell him." Ray repeated, his gaze drifting between Brendon and Pete as he struggled to keep the secret Frank had let slip on accident, because maybe it was okay for them to know, as no one really seemed to think of him all that differently, but Mikey was most certainly an absolute no go.

"Why not? Don't tell me what?" Mikey directed his words at Ray: angry at him, for the first time, and really it was weird, because he and Ray were close, close as hell, but this just didn't seem to work out quite right.

"It's Frank's secret, Mikey. I'm sorry, I just can't tell you." Ray exhaled, keeping true to his values and his loyalty to Frank; even if it fucked up his and Mikey's friendship in the process, because he knew that the repercussions of Mikey's knowledge of this little secret would just about ruin Frank's life.

"Yeah, like Pete just can't tell you mine." Mikey snapped, continuing not to react in exactly the best of manners, his eyes almost burning through Pete's as he spoke.

"Pete hasn't said anything." Patrick stood up for his best friend, despite the fact he could just about guess what had happened and just how that was slowly pulling his heart into tiny little pieces, and how hard he was trying not to think about having to clear up Pete's mess when he finally talked to him about this, because he would, and only when things had absolutely gone to shit.

"Sure, go let your fucking boyfriend stand up for you, fucking faggot." And with his daily dose of homophobia given, Mikey stormed off to go have about seven panic attacks as he came to the slow and in no way steady realisation that he was in fact, also a faggot.

"Gabe's his fucking boyfriend, you asshole." Brendon shouted after him, rolling his eyes as he struggled to find any explanation as to why anyone was actually friends with Mikey Way at all.

"Uhh... Gabe and I broke up..."

And that was when Patrick's heart snapped right in two as he came to consider the possibility that Pete had broken up with Gabe for Mikey.

-

Mikey was fucking pissed, and for once, perhaps even if it was just this once, with good reason, and that good reason was nothing more than the fact that Pete Wentz was a fucking asshole, and he hated the fact that he had these stupid feelings for him, and he hated the fact that he was just stupid enough to act on them.

And then Mikey reckoned he really was stupid, and most certainly that he didn't want to turn up to English where he was in fact sat beside Pete Wentz, the asshole, himself, and he really reckoned that was something he just couldn't take today, perhaps trying to sneak and hide behind the art block: hide from his troubles, and not just English class, and more importantly, Pete Wentz, that is. Perhaps it wasn't quite the best of ideas.

Mikey had of course been expecting and craving the insanity bringing familiarity of solitude, and he'd been needing this fucking waste dump behind the school as a place to clear his thoughts and try and figure out how the fuck he was actually going to continue existing in Pete's vicinity, and just how he was seriously going to manage it if Pete ever spoke to him, let alone if another encounter, similar to the one already messing with his head to an extreme, occurred - let's just say that then, he'd truly be screwed.

As luck would have it however, Mikey most certainly did not get solitude, and he most certainly did not get peace and time alone with his thoughts, because the space behind the art block really was not just space - it wasn't empty, well it wasn't populated, there was just one little fucking problem.

One little fucking Pete Wentz shaped problem sat upon the floor, head leant back against the brick wall of the art block and eyes fixated upon the sky above, and from how his pupils dilated Mikey could only expect the worst, and the little bag of white dust beside him only confirmed the fact that Pete was getting high and fucking himself up behind the art block, and Mikey was just frozen: watching him, letting him.

Pete was too messed up to have noticed him yet and Mikey knew all too well that there would only be two possible outcomes to this situation: two possible choices for him to make. And as much as his arrogant demeanour may not suggest, he hated that - he hated being in charge and having to make the decisions that would impact people, because deep down, Mikey did care.

Even about Pete Wentz, especially about Pete Wentz.

He could leave him here; he could ensure that Pete never even knew he was there and he sulk off and waste away English class in the toilets or something, but he knew someone else would eventually find Pete here like this, and the chances were that this other lucky individual may not care quite so much about the little emo shit as Mikey did, even if reluctantly so.

And so Mikey ignored his fears from before and let himself make another terrible decision, potentially putting him in another mind haunting situation, but perhaps he didn't care all that much - as long as Pete was alright, maybe this would all be worth it, or maybe he'd turn up to Geography next with a black eye? Who knows? It's like a lucky dip.

"Pete?" He called out the boy's name as he sat down beside him; the boy only turned his head as he sensed the presence beside him, and in turn, his eyes almost seeming to pop right out of their sockets as he came to recognise that the boy who had joined him in sitting behind the art block and wasting his life away, was none other than Mikey Way: the boy whom he had been trying to avoid in the process.

Really, what Pete had been doing here was forgetting - all over again, because it didn't seem that his means of artificially created memory loss were only temporarily affective, and that just wouldn't do, because the affects of the mistake they'd made together was most certainly permanently affective.

"You hate me." Pete chose a wonderfully kind statement with which to greet the boy donning white framed glasses and a grey beanie pulled down over his head, so pieces of blonde/brown hair poked out at odd angles, almost like straw; Pete thought he look cute, though, yet even in a state such as this, Pete still knew well enough never to tell Mikey that, and that was exactly why he needed to keep forgetting.

"Sometimes, yeah." Mikey admitted, sighing out as he found his gaze rolling up to the sky as he once again found himself at a loss for words at the hands of Pete Wentz. "You're fucking yourself up out here. Why?"

"Why not?" Pete countered, watching with wide eyes as Mikey snatched the bag containing Pete's toxin of choice, stuffing it in his pocket and praying to every God there was that he remembered to discreetly throw it in the trash somewhere, and before he got home too, because he really doubt that his Catholic mother would take kindly to finding a little bag of cocaine in his jeans' pocket; he didn't even have Gerard to blame it on anymore.

"Because you matter, Pete." And Mikey hated being sentimental, but Mikey hated Pete Wentz, so he guessed the two kind of balanced each other out, because really, talking to Pete like this, wasn't at all half bad.

"I just need to forget, Mikey - it's nothin', no addiction or anything." He promised him, pupils growing at an alarming rate, and Mikey really just didn't know what to do about Pete like there and whether or not he was actually a danger to himself right now or anything. Gee would know, though: Mikey knew that.

"What are you trying to forget?" Mikey found himself asking, and for what reason, he just couldn't quite figure out, but really he just cared and perhaps that wasn't quite so much of a problem as he had initially thought.

"Us."

Maybe Mikey was wrong.

-

Maybe Mikey was wrong about a lot of things, but he had never been wrong about anything anymore than he had been right now, because he even knew himself right from the get go that this was an absolutely sickeningly terrible idea, but he needed to get Pete out of there, and he needed to protect Pete, because he couldn't just leave him, and despite what the boy had said, he couldn't just not care.

He'd practically dragged the still high as fuck boy out of the school via the back gate and now the two of them found themselves sat on a park bench a few streets down and Mikey could only let himself grow with concern as he found it to be apparent that Pete hadn't even seemed to take notice of the fact that he wasn't wasting away behind the art block anymore, and that it had indeed been Mikey Way that had dragged him away and onto a park bench that was still damp enough to make Mikey glad he was wearing dark trousers today so he could avoid stains of an awkward nature.

The younger brother found himself texting his older brother but of course to no avail; Gee hadn't answered a single one of his texts and he'd texted him five times by now: each text growing furthermore frantic as he grew worried about Pete further, because seriously, he knew jackshit about this kind of thing, and for the first time in his life, Mikey really wished he could have just been a little more like his brother, and even then perhaps he wouldn't be in such a mess with Pete: feelings between them were obvious, but anything beyond that really wasn't.

"Pete, please... can you even hear me?" Mikey exhaled, his eyes growing nervous as his locked his gaze with the boy beside him; Pete however seemed in no hurry to keep that eye contact, pulling his gaze off elsewhere in a manner that brought Mikey nothing but panic. "Look, I want to take you to my brother... he'll know what to do with you like this, and I can't just leave you... I mean you're fucked up, but I can't just tell anyone - that shit's illegal, but he won't reply to my texts and I don't fucking know where he lives and this is all fuck-"

"I do..." Pete mumbled out, his words slurred, and his eyes set off in the distance somewhere in manner that caused Mikey to question if Pete even heard a single word that left his lips at all. "He's staying with Lindsey... s-she's Jamia's girlfriend, and I know where it is..."

"How the fuck-" Mikey wanted to demand really just how Pete of all people knew where his brother lived and he didn't, but he reckoned now really wasn't quite the time. "Can you tell me where, Pete?"

"It's literally just down that fucking road right there - number sixty nine." Pete giggled at the number, and Mikey reckoned he would have done so even if he wasn't high as fuck, but at the very least Mikey could eternally thank him for somehow knowing this, and for it only being down the street, because getting Pete to walk in straight line like this was proving rather difficult.

In fact, getting Pete to do anything in a straight manner always seemed to prove rather difficult.

-

"You know? You do look really fucking cute in that shirt, Frankie, but I reckoned you'd look like a million times cuter with it off." Gee couldn't help but giggle at the roll of his eyes Frank gave him in response: almost like a reflex.

The two of them were cuddled up on the sofa in Lindsey's front room; arms and legs tangled and a mess everywhere, and Frank reckoned he was sitting more on Gee than he was on the actual piece of furniture. The TV was still on from when Lindsey had left for work, and it was playing some Family Guy rerun that neither of the two were paying any attention to whatsoever.

"Stop being such a fucking whore." Frank couldn't help but mimic Gee's stupid little giggle as he pressed his head down into his boyfriend's chest; this was definitely a better alternative to going to school today, and really, like this he didn't even have to face any of his friends or deal with Mikey and his rant about his brother for today, because that was really getting tiring, and Frank reckoned he'd end up saying something he shouldn't if Mikey didn't shut up sooner or later.

And Frank reckoned that here in Gee's arms, sat dangerously close to his crotch also, was just the perfect escape from reality, and the perfect way to forget, because Pete intoxicated himself with things of an illegal nature and Frank intoxicated himself with that stupid fucking boyfriend of his that he wasn't supposed to have.

And it would have been perfectly peaceful if the doorbell didn't decide to ring, almost causing Frank to jump in his boyfriend's lap; the older of the two rolling his eyes as it was already silently agreed that it was his turn to answer the door and tell the guy trying to sell them double glazing to go fuck himself in the most eloquent of manners.

However, it was not some guy trying to sell them double glazing, and Gee soon found that out as he pulled open Lindsey's front door and there stood his little brother, scowling at him, holding a guy Gee didn't recognise, but was clearly off his tits completely.

"Should've answered my texts, Gee. I don't know what to do - he's taken loads, and you know about this shit, and I'm... I'm useless..." Mikey choked out, pushing past his brother as he heaved Pete in through the door, where the eyeliner donning boy fell onto the ground in a heap, back against the wall just the moment Mikey let go of him for just a second.

"Mikey... fuck, you can't not now... just take him home or something, please..." Gee's eyes widened with fear as he came to the rather sudden car driving off a cliff realisation that Frank was sat in the next room, clueless and no doubtedly soon to be curious as to the source of the commotion.

"Gerard!" Mikey snapped, stepping forward to meet his brother, eyes almost firing up. "This... this isn't just anybody... this... this is Pete."

It was the very moment that Frank walked into the hallway was when he really seemed to just freeze in his tracks, his heart seeming to stop not all that longer after, as there was no doubt in the fact that there stood Mikey fucking Way, and there collapsed upon the floor was Pete fucking Wentz, Frank was really nothing over than fucking screwed.

"Pete..." Gee stressed his brother's previous words, repeating them, unaware to how his boyfriend stood like the doorway like a deer in the headlights, because if Frank had the slightest ounce of common sense about him then he would have run and hidden and protected his sexuality and whatever dignity he had left, and really just the far too obvious connotations to standing in Gee (technically Lindsey's) house in pyjama bottoms and a stupid fucking shirt that was blatantly homosexual enough to almost scream that it did in fact belong to Frank's boyfriend, and not Frank himself.

There was however a certain hope for Frank in the very homosexual nature in which Pete and Mikey had ended up together in school hours, panting and kind of stressed in a totally straight manner, of course, but there was also something very blatantly queer and just damn right obvious in the way Frank stood there, and lying really didn't look like an option in this situation, and the both of them, in fact, just about everybody there was well and truly screwed.

"Yeah... that's me..." Came Pete's voice from where he had curled up on the carpet: his words slurred, and even in Frank's state of 'oh my god I can't even move I'm actually going to die', he still felt just a little concern for the emo shaped lump half passed out on Lindsey's floor.

And it was really then that everything went wrong because god had somehow decided that he hated Frank enough to command it that Mikey scanned around the room, and in eventuality, leaving his eyes to fall upon Frank, and unmistakeably Frank, stood at the entrance to the living room and kind of shell shocked and more so on the verge of killing himself on the spot right there.

"Frank?" Mikey let his name out like some sort of ungodly shriek, then rubbing his eyes as if the possibility that he was hallucinating his best friend in his brother's house was a more likely possibility than the fact that Frank was actually there, and in pyjama bottoms with bed hair too, because that had nothing but negative connotations, true ones, of course, but in this case, when it came to Mikey Way, they were nothing but life destroying.

Gee's eyes flew round to meet Frank's soon after, almost in an 'oh fucking shit' kind of motion, tossing him an apologetic glance, knowing that the younger of the two would get more of the backlash for this and on an everyday basis, and really, he just dreaded to wonder how he could even try to lie their way out of this one, because it really did not look all that probable at all.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He exclaimed, ignoring his almost boyfriend almost passed out on the floor, and made his way over to his best friend who just about everyone doubted would be his best friend for all that much more. "Why does everyone know where my brother lives beside me? But seriously, what the fuck, Frank? What are you lying to me about, come on, spit it out- wait, are those pyjamas....?"

Gee exhaled, tossing Frank a sympathetic, yet eternally pathetic look, because there was definitely no way around the obvious, not this time anyway, and being the oldest, Gee reckoned he should be the one to say it. "Mikey..." Exhale. Inhale. Burst Your Lungs Open. Exhale again. Inhale again. "Meet my boyfriend."

Silence.

Silence as Mikey's relatively small brain attempted to process what he'd just heard as he looked his best friend up and down and fitted him to everything his brother had said about his boyfriend, because oh dear fucking lord his best friend had been fucking his brother and Mikey was most definitely going to punch something or someone in the next five minutes.

"No." He shook his head firmly, almost unable to accept it at all, or perhaps just incredibly unwilling. "No, Frank, you're straight... you... you have a girlfriend. Fuck off."

"Funny how I could say the exact same about you, huh? And look at you and Pete there." And then Mikey nearly died, because Frank knew and Frank just couldn't know, but he did, and oh fuck, they were all going to die, and mostly Mikey because Mikey was really going to fucking die. 

"You told him?" Mikey let out a vulture like screech, his words directed at his brother, who now stood sort of awkwardly, pulling Pete up from the floor before he became all to adamant upon staying down there, because the passed out emo on the floor wouldn't be the easiest of things to explain to Lindsey.

Gee just nodded in response, biting down on his lip until it bleed in his absence of words.

"And, by the way, think about my girlfriend that I sometimes call Gee for just longer than a second, huh? And I am far from straight, Mikey Way." Gee couldn't help but chuckle a little at that, gaining nothing other than a loving death glare from his brother in response.

"When did this happen? You're just experimenting, Frank. You're as straight as a fucking straight line, damn it!" Mikey exclaimed, slamming his fist against the wall and sinking to the floor in the process, proceeding to pull his knees up to his chest. "And my brother, really? You\re just dating him to get back at me, aren't you? My brother, really?"

"I've known I was gay for years, Mikey, Gee is just the first guy I've been with and it just has to be, because god hates me, that the perfect guy I met at a party that I felt in love with, just happened to be your fucking brother!"

"Party?" Mikey scoffed, rolling his eyes, descending further into madness. "Like you'd go to a party, Frank. It's all fucking bullshit - this is just some elaborate scheme to get back at me and your girlfriend is going to pop out from behind a fucking coffee table or something."

"The narcissism never stops." Gee commented, rolling his eyes, as he let Pete support himself on his weight. "Look, I'm going to go look after your, boyfriend, here, Mikey, and you can sort your shit out, huh?"

"Wait, Mikey..." Pete pushed his words out, locking his eyes with the kid in a beanie having a breakdown, of course having no problem with being referred to as Mikey's boyfriend at all. "They are dating. They have been a long time - I've known, and... and so has Ray, and so has Jamia- look, Jamia was fucking there the night they first met, and you can... just don't give them shit for this."

"I didn't know he was your friend when I fucking met him, Mikey." Gee snapped, backing up Pete’s much more calmly put statement. "I didn't even think a shithead like you could have friends as great as Frankie, honestly. It surprises me that the two of you don't hate each other's guts."

"Oh, trust me - we do." Mikey added, scowling as his brother dragged the guy who wasn't his boyfriend, but almost, into the kitchen and attempted to stop Pete from collapsing or dying on them.

"Mikey... I-" Frank exhaled as the two of them found each other alone, only of course to be soon interrupted by his ex-best friend.

"Why him? Why him of all fucking people? He's an asshole?"

"Because he's got a lovely asshole, Mikey, and I love him, and he's perfect, and oh yeah, your brother looks fucking hot in a miniskirt."

And right then Mikey made an expression of disgust worth dying for.

"I could ask just the same about you and Pete, Mikey-"

"There is no me and Pete!" Mikey exclaimed, storming off and out of the house, leaving Pete behind him and really Frank considered going back after Mikey and slapping him across the face, because Pete Wentz was the person he wanted to deal with the least right now.

That went fucking perfect, Frank thought to himself, and then proceeded to slam his head against the wall, because he was oh so fucking screwed.

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