"Have you seen the new kid, Urie?" Pete asked, joining Brendon at his locker, having declared that the two of them were friends after the incident with Mikey in art, which kind of made Brendon regret saying anything at all. He did share a passionate hatred of Mikey Way with Pete though, or at least he thought so, not knowing the reality behind Pete's feelings towards the arrogantly homophobic asshole that was Mikey Way.

"No, why?" Brendon responded to Pete only out of the compulsion of manners, getting his books from his locker and putting them in his backpack without even a glance towards the other guy.

"He's pretty cute, y'know." Pete added, grabbing Brendon's attention immediately; the taller boy locking his locker and pulling his backpack up onto his shoulders and diverting his attention of Pete entirely at the mention of cute boys.

"I bet the cheer team are going to be all over him in like five seconds flat then." Brendon let out a sigh - all the cute ones were fucking straight, weren't they? Pete was literally the only gay guy he knew and he wasn't exactly bad looking, but Brendon knew there was no way he was going to be able to put up with that level of irritating on an even more frequent level than he already did.

"Actually, I heard that he's gay." Brendon's eyes widened at this, unsure of how much truth Pete's words held, if any at all, but at the mention of cute gay guys, Brendon wasn't quite stupid enough to be completely skeptical about this.

"What's his name? Is he in any of my classes?" Brendon spurted out and Pete wouldn't be surprised if he got out a notepad and started writing all of this down.

"What else? Do you want his address too?" Pete snorted, smirking at Brendon who didn't even blush, simply rolling his eyes because he was used to this from Pete by now.

"Shut up." Brendon shook his head, knowing that Pete was making him late to class with this bullshit, that he just happened to care a little too much about. "Just tell me - I'm late to music as it is."

"Perhaps you should just get to music and find out for yourself." Pete suggested with a winked and eyebrow rose into a position as straight as himself.

"Just fucking tell me what his name is, you ass." Brendon rolled his eyes, beyond fed up with Pete at this point. "And why you don't seem at all interested despite the fact he's cute and gay... he's not real... is he, Pete?"

"He is, I just have my affections set elsewhere." Pete explained winked at Brendon but mentioning no names for a very good reason, because although Brendon was particularly open minded, he doubted that anyone could possibly understand these messed feelings he had for a certain messed up person. Except Patrick, Patrick always seemed to understand Pete regardless of circumstance - Pete didn't know what he'd do without him.

"Meaning who?" Brendon asked, because even someone as ignorant as Pete knew that there wasn't a chance he wasn't going to be curious at the very least.

"How about I just tell you the name of your future husband and you pop off to music and seduce him, huh? How does that sound?" Pete asked, using the term 'future husband' all too casually, especially considering the fact that two of them hadn't even met yet.

"Sounds like you're avoiding the subject, but whatever, tell me about my 'future husband'." Brendon rolled his eyes, perhaps just a little eager to escape Pete and perhaps just a little too eager to assess the booty game of this new kid.

"His name, Brendon Urie, is Ryan Ross and one day I will be attending your wedding."

And let's just say that Pete wasn't wrong.

-

"Mr Urie - you're late." Came the voice of Mr Mitchell - a fat ginger man in his forties, who by his 'enthusiasm' Brendon could tell had once aspired of being in a band but his dreams had been rendered futile and was now stuck teaching music in a crappy high school, which Brendon wasn't all that surprised about, having heard his voice more than he'd like to since, the teacher insisted of performing a song or two every lesson almost as if his classes were episodes of X Factor.

"Yes, I noticed." Brendon replied, gaining a few giggles from the class sat in rows of desks, almost as if the seating arrangement was designed to be purposefully ignorant to the faulty keyboards lining the outside of the room in their masses - it was almost as if the school got them for free or something. They had at least forty keyboards and one drum set and like two guitars.

"Sit down next to Ryan there." Mr Mitchell completely ignored Brendon's cheek, gesturing vaguely to the, in Brendon's opinion, extremely cute boy sat on a desk by himself at the back of the room. Perhaps Brendon would have complained that the teacher was forcing him to sit somewhere when everyone else sat without a seating plan, that was if Ryan was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen.

For once, perhaps he'd have to... thank Pete.

"Hey," Ryan started up a conversation as Brendon sat down beside him, and the shorter boy was amazed at the fact that he barely even had to try here - Pete was definitely getting a medal or something for this one.

"Hey," Brendon responded, ignoring the teacher completely in order to talk to Ryan, knowing that he'd face no consequences, because it wasn't as if Mr Mitchell's eyes left his laptop screen for any amount of time longer than necessary to take the register each lesson, it was almost like he spent his lessons watching porn or something.

"I'm Ryan, as you heard." He introduced himself with a blush and Brendon couldn't but grin, wondering how weird it would be just to 'casually' ask him if he was gay.

"I'm Brendon, as you didn't." Brendon let a smirk set upon his lips. "You're the new kid, huh?" Ryan nodded in response. "Heard some rumours about you, and I was kind of wondering if they held any truth to them."

"What kind of rumours...?" Ryan's eyes widened as his face succumbed under the presence of a devilishly red blush. "I... I... what are people saying about me?"

"I heard that you're gay, Ryan." Brendon just spat it out, biting back a smirk as he watched the other boy's face for any sign of a reaction, however he was faced with nothing but silence and a downward gaze. "It's okay if you are, you know." He added with a smile. "It's not like I'm going to tease you for it or anything, seeing as I'm gay myself. I'm not quite that much of a hypocrite."

Ryan darted his gaze back up at the mention of Brendon's sexuality. "You're gay?"

"Yeah, are you?" Brendon replied with a smirk, watching as Ryan blushed under his gaze.

"Yeah... I am... I just don't know how it got out... you're the only person I've told..." Ryan mumbled, glancing around the music room almost as if he was in suspicion of everyone there.

"Well, you're wearing eyeliner, it's not exactly a secret, is it?"

-

"You're fucking stupid." The words left his mouth as if they were nothing more than common knowledge and that the possibility that the words held the power to offend and hurt was nothing but a myth. It wasn't quite ignorance, though, because he knew the effects and still continued on in this fashion - Bert just didn't care, and sometimes Gee didn't either.

"I know." Gee groaned out, pulling his knees up to his chest and the blanket further around him, wishing he could just disappear amongst the cushions of the sofa entirely, but of course, things were never quite that easy at all.

"I mean, I do some pretty stupid shit and Bob is the actual definition of a fucktard, but neither of us has ever screwed a little Catholic school boy." Bert snorted at the thought of it, he reckoned Gee had really screwed himself over this time, because Frank's mother may have had the appearance of taking it well, but who knew how she was going to react behind closed doors?

"He's seventeen..." Gee let out in a timid and breathy voice, his eyes reddened from crying and fixated upon the bleakness of the off white wall that lay directly in front of him, basically anywhere but Bert - he couldn't look at him right now. "Not seven."

"Still just a kid in the eyes of the law though, honey." Bert assured the twenty five year old of what he didn't want to know in an uncomfortably nonchalant tone - the guy had never been all that great at empathy. Sure he could do pity fucks but sympathy, nah.

"It's not fucking fair... why does he have to be so perfect and so young?" Gee practically yelled out now, throwing his body back against the sofa, his eyes intriguing themselves with the ceiling and the stains that no one was ever quite sure how they got there.

"You're just lovesick-" Bert attempted to wane away Gee's whining lovesick drivel and get them onto the thing that was important here - Bert could only offer him one thing, and if Gee didn't want it then he didn't quite know why he was still sat here listening to him rationalise his actions of what the law would deem rape.

Bert knew Gee would never do that and that he really wasn't even capable of it, but Bert was a realistic person and there was very little he could other than offer his sympathies in the form of getting into bed with him.

"No, I'm just sober. Too fucking sober..." Gee sat up at that, locking his eyes with Bert's like he'd just encountered a eureka moment, and Gee had, but his eureka moment was far from clever and simply consisted of taking whatever shit Bob could give him right now. "Get Bob over and tell him I need something - tell him I'll even pay."

Bert raised his eyebrows at that, but he grabbed his cellphone, giving the matter nothing more of a shrug - the guy was an adult, a stupid one, but an adult nonetheless, and in no way was Bert responsible of just how much he messed himself up. "You really are fucking stupid, Gee."

Gee ignored his remark, having heard it already, and in fact leaping to his feet with some newfound motivation in the form of intoxication and slow self-administered suicide. "Please tell me we've got something other than beer left."

Bert looked up at him for a moment, searching the twenty five year old's face for any sign of sarcasm or a jokey tone, before answering him truthfully, because that was what Bert did. "Yeah we've got some vodka on the top shelf, honey."

"Don't call me that." Gee stopped for a moment, giving a Bert a weird look as he lingered in the doorway and Bert glued his eyes to his phone screen as he texted Bob. "Are you jealous or something?"

Bert jerked his head up at that, sending the other boy a look that mostly resembled a glare than anything else. "What? Of the court charges you're going to face or the hangover you're going to get in the morning?"

"No, of Frank, the boy I'm in love with." Gee answered, holding his ground particularly well, which seemed to be unusual when it came to Bert. "Because we didn't have anything 'real', you know that, Bert. And whatever we did have, we had a long time ago. I'm just letting you know, okay?"

Bert looked entirely unfazed by Gee's statement and chose to respond with a roll of his eyes and words dripping with carefully spiked sarcasm. "Dream on, loverboy."

"Don't call me that either." Gee added, narrowing his eyes at the guy slouched out on the sofa, his cell phone still in his hands.

"What am I supposed to call you then? Kid fucker?" Bert snorted aloud, playing off a joke that Gee could only scowl out, disappearing behind the door, in search of alcohol before Bert could even turn back to look at him.

"Hey, Gee?" He ignored Bert's voice calling out after him, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the top shelf and curling up against the kitchen countertop, wrapping himself up in the comfort blanket of slurred words and a spinning head.

It was all fine, Gee thought; perhaps the hangover didn't even matter, because the clarity and calm right now certainly paid off.

-

"I heard what happened with you and Mikey... and Brendon..." Patrick piped up, watching Pete's eyes set straight ahead upon the horizon as the two of them sat outside in Patrick's garden; the ginger haired boy having forgotten his key, of course. Neither of them minded all that much though; it was quite nice out, after all.

"Hasn't everyone by now?" Pete pointed out, his tone coming out not quite as light hearted as he'd intended and leaving Patrick with a mildly stunned and slightly intimidated expression set upon his, perhaps concerningly, pale face.

"Yeah... I guess..." Patrick mumbled in response, letting his cheeks fill with a devilish blush, which he struggled to hide with an awkwardly placed hand and an unnecessary turn of his head.

"Sorry..." Pete let out a sigh, leaning back against the brick wall of Patrick's house and wishing they could be inside with the central heating and distractions that brought forward conversation topics that didn't somehow manage to revolve around Mikey Way. "I... I just... he didn't take it well did, he? And that was with me laughing in his face about the fact that I 'could ever possibly have a crush on him'..."

"I'm sorry." Patrick stopped himself from saying anything else at that point, because he knew that Pete wouldn't react well, perhaps even as badly as Mikey, if he accidentally let anything slip about just how he felt regarding his best friend. It'd be better for their friendship if he just didn't say anything - it was just a silly little crush, after all, wasn't it?

"Don't worry 'bout it." Pete reassured him with a tone laced with far too much simplicity and that was that, leaving the pair in a state of extended silence and Patrick's mind on a rollercoaster track dead-set on the track downwards into turmoil.

"What about Brendon?" He suddenly found himself spurting out before he could gasp rather embarrassingly audibly and struggle to slap one hand over his mouth in more of a gesture of habit than apology.

"What about Brendon...?" Pete mimicked - however his tone was fuelled by confusion rather than a mind racing with thoughts varying in several thousand degrees of nonsensical.

"I thought... you two... might....?" Patrick tossed a glance in Pete's direction; his cheeks heavy with a pinkish blush and his eyes unable to quite meet Pete's, who simply laughed in response, almost as if Patrick had just suggested the most ridiculous thing, which in a way, he had.

"No." Pete shook his head firmly, giving Patrick that wild madman grin/smirk that both concerned and excited the other boy. "He likes that new kid... the one that there was a rumour being gay - Ryan. Yeah he is actually gay, and so's Brendon so I'm pretty sure that's going to happen within the next week or so. So, Patrick, even if I wanted to date Brendon, I doubt that kid would let me. Which I don't, by the way."

"I didn't-" Patrick flustered as he stumbled over his words in struggled attempt at forming an explanation.

"It looks I'm going to be single for a long time with the way things are going with Mikey... huh?" Pete stifled a laugh, turning to glance at Patrick, who found himself in a situation of literally biting his tongue to force the rushed and desperate 'I love you' back down his throat and deep into the pits of hell where it belongs.

"Yeah..." He finally managed to croak out in response.

"What's wrong with you, dude? You catching cold or something? It's your own silly fault for forgetting your keys, you know." Pete continued to laugh along in his ignorance and Patrick remained silent, his eyes drifting out across the horizon and wondering how much easier things would be if his best friend hadn't decided that for some godforsaken reason, falling in love with Mikey Way was a good idea.

"Do you think you're ever going to tell Mikey how you feel?" Patrick found the words slipping out, his mind completely elsewhere than reality and he took this as a warning to refocus himself before something a little more private, a little more personal, a little more homosexual, and a little more friendship wrecking slipped out.

"I don't know... I just... it's unrealistic but I can't help but not like him and that's so messed up, I know, but he hates his brother just for being gay. His parents kicked his brother out just for that! You can't imagine how homophobic he is." Pete let out a sigh, throwing his head back against the wall, bumping his head on the brickwork in the process, and letting out a chain of curses in response, causing a giggle to slip Patrick's lips.

"And now his brother is dating Frank Iero..." Pete laughed aloud at that one, an amused smirk spreading across his face, his eyes lighting up in a rather dopey fashion. "If that's not karma then I don't know what is."

"What do you think he'll do to Frank though if he ever finds out about him dating his brother?" Patrick piped up, his smile twisting down into a timid little lip parted frown.

"Honestly, that's something I'd rather not think about." Pete let out a sigh, hating to see the bad in Mikey; because he couldn't help but hold the belief deep down that, he really was a good guy. Love was crazy, huh?

But sometimes it wasn't just dancing around a field with your slightly drunk best friends at midnight kind of crazy, sometimes it was strapped to the wall of a mental hospital and force fed through a tube kind of crazy.

And of course, the latter seemed to be all the more prominent in Pete's life right now.

-

"Honestly, Iero, I don't know what you're talking about - I reckon what I said to Mikey was just about the best idea I've ever had." Pete rolled his stupidity with laughter and a disapproving glance to the cigarette Frank finished and stubbed out against the floor.

Jamia wasn't here today and he really knew he'd have to get her back for making him put up with Pete practically all day. Frank wondered if the guy even had any friends whatsoever and then he remembered just whom he was talking about here.

Frank didn't even have the slightest clue as to Jamia's whereabouts, but he assumed that she was probably somewhere with Lindsey; the two of them had gotten really rather close lately, and he assumed that Jamia couldn't help but be jealous of the fact that Frank had finally actually found someone.

"It was fucking stupid, Pete. C'mon, let's go - I'm done smoking." Pete put any small moral obligations aside as this was pretty much the friendliest thing Frank or anyone except Patrick had said to him for centuries, and he skipped school with Frank Iero, who was only trying to get rid of him in the process, and really when it came to this, morals were scattered everywhere.

"This sounds like a stupid idea." Pete corrected him as they made their way out of school, passing the gate and the figures of Ryan and Brendon stood awfully close together for the situation to be anything but highly suspicious.

"That's Brendon and Ryan-" Pete exclaimed in a hushed whisper of a tone, grabbing Frank and pulling him back almost as if they were wildlife TV show presenters and the two guys in front of them were easily startled antelopes and not recently de-closeted teenagers.

"Yes, and why are we standing here staring at them like creeps?" Frank pushed past Pete, sending the guy a slightly concerned glance before simply walking over to the two guys aforementioned, both of whom jumped at Frank's presence, because they really had been getting awfully close and in both ways.

"Frank, I-" Brendon's face blushed horrifically and he ended up with an awful resemblance to a perfectly ripe beetroot, which wasn't really the best of looks. "I... we..."

"It's okay. Carry on with whatever you were doing, I'm going as soon as Pete stops standing round the corner like an awkward fuck, don't worry." He added with a casual smile, watching in mildly misplaced amusement as Ryan flushed a horrible shade of pink and then failed to hide it with his brown mop like fringe.

"I'm Frank." He introduced himself to the new kid as he came to realise that he'd heard nothing more than rumours about this kid and most of them via Pete too, so of course the credibility wasn't exactly up to scratch at all. "You're Ryan, I know. I've heard about you, mainly from Pete." He added into the silence, glancing behind him as Pete awkwardly trailed towards the three of them.

"Pete, what the hell were you doing?" Brendon asked the question on both of their lips, rendering Pete deeper into a further stage of awkwardness and general oddity.

"I was... uhh... I didn't want to interrupt what you two had here you see-" Pete rolled an excuse of his tongue in a painfully unbelievable tone, almost leaving Frank cringing at the notion.

"You were 'observing' them, if I remember correctly." Frank added with a smirk, enjoying ruining Pete's life just a little too much and perhaps it wasn't exactly the most moral and feeling conscious decision he could have made here, but in his mind, he reckoned Pete deserved it for just how much he'd caused Frank to want to shoot the both of them today.

"That's kind of creepy, Pete..." Brendon let the words fall from his lips as he looked over Pete's guiltily blushing face; there was no need for a confession to be made, especially when he looked like that.

"The way you two aren't married yet is also kind of creepy." Pete gestured to the two boys that had just met days ago and Frank really couldn't help but cringe at how he really wasn't doing anything but making things worse for himself here.

"Pete..." Of course, though, Frank's protests were to be ignored.

"I was totally just about to ask him on a date, though." Brendon added, in what was either the most stupid or most fucking clever way Frank had ever witnessed and quite honestly, the look on Ryan's face was priceless. "If that makes you feel better."

"It makes me feel better." Ryan piped up, locking his gaze with Brendon's, almost as if he couldn't quite believe it, even when the two of them were very obviously beyond married.

"It most certainly makes me feel better, but not in a creepy way, I promise." Pete stumbled over his words as they hurtled from his lips as what seemed like a million miles a minute, but right now, neither Ryan or Brendon seemed to care; the two of them far too occupied with one another to pay any attention to the rest of the world.

"C'mon, Pete." Frank let out a sigh, gesturing for Pete to leave the newfound, almost star struck couple alone for a while, because although this would certainly render him beyond hypocritical, Frank was not the type to be forced to witness people getting all NC-17 in front of him. "Let's leave them alone - I reckon we've annoyed them quite enough by now."

"No, it's fine, you got me a date, really. It was so much easier to say it like this, y'know, with the pressure on him to say yes. So thanks Pete." Brendon chuckled a little as he spoke, ignoring the questionable looks from Ryan's direction.

"I would have said yes anyway, you doofus."

"Whatever."

-

Frank was beyond thankful to have gotten rid of Pete at the corner shop - simply distracting the sixteen year old with candy somehow seemed to work and give Frank enough time to disregard his morals and make a get away, headed straight for a certain bungalow on a certain road that he'd memorised by now.

It didn't take him all that long to get there, and really Frank was just beyond relieved that Pete hadn't somehow tracked him down and followed him, because all he needed after a stressful day of putting up with Pete and with the aid of only one cigarette, all he needed was Gee, his not quite boyfriend and perhaps getting sucked off.

Frank would really fancy that right now.

And of course, Bert opened the door. Frank reckoned he almost seemed to do this on purpose, almost as if he was like some sort of cockblock or something, and it really was an awful inconvenience. "Your fucking boyfriend's drunk off his fucking face right now, so I wouldn't recommend coming in, but if you're stupid enough to think you want to deal with that then by all means take him off my hands, whatever."

Frank just stopped for a moment, glaring up at Bert, letting him know that nothing he said mattered to him at all, and then barging past the guy, who spat back curses in his direction as Frank made his way through the layout of the bungalow that he'd now memorised, making a beeline to Gee's bedroom and pushing the door open, it slamming back against the wall with an energy and anger which Frank wasn't even aware he possessed.

"Frankie..." Gee exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he recognised the figure standing in the doorway to his bedroom, his words slurred and a vodka bottle on the bed beside him and yet Frank couldn't still help but love him.

"Gee...?" He asked, his voice cautious in tone due to a horrible inexperience with severely drunk twenty five year old cross dressers. "Did you drink all of this?" He held up the empty vodka bottle, sitting down beside his not quite boyfriend, speaking to him like he was nothing more than a five year old... a five year old that stomached a whole bottle of vodka.

"Yep." He nodded in response, hiccupping a little, almost as if to prove his point and Frank shook his head in a mixture of disbelief and irritance, grabbing Gee's hand and jumping a little as the twenty five year old pulled him back onto his lap were Frank was almost held prisoner with his head leaning back against Gee's chest.

"You're so drunk." Frank rolled his eyes, peering up to meet the hazel gaze of his captor, who just let a cheeky grin slip across his lips as their gazes met.

"I feel all bubbly. It's kind of like butterflies and now that you're here that's just double butterflies." Gee admitted with a grin and a sort of absent minded tone to his voice that made him sound like he was on something more than vodka.

"Double butterflies, huh?" Frank raised his eyebrows, leaning back into Gee. "You wouldn't happen to know if Jamia's been with Lindsey today, because she's left me alone and I've survived off one cigarette whilst having to put up with literally the most annoying kid today. He clings to me like some sort of fucking safety blanket and only because we're both gay, I mean, Jamia even reckons he likes me, but he told me the guy he likes is straight."

"One cigarette?" Gee giggled, popping a smoke between Frank's lips and lighting it in his mouth from behind his back, doing his best not to set fire to Frank instead, and for someone as drunk as he was, he did a pretty good job. Which meant simply that Frank was still alive.

"Did I ever tell you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" Frank asked, giggling a little as he inhaled as much nicotine as his lungs could practically carry before they shrivelled away right on the spot.

"We're not technically boyfriends though." Gee pointed out the obvious that Frank had managed to miss and the seventeen year old's smile faded on the very spot, misinterpreting Gee's words beyond belief. "I would like to be, though." He added.

"So would I." Frank breathed out a sigh of relief, which at first he hadn't intended to be quite so obvious as it was, but it seemed that God had other plans regarding his embarrassment, but Frank reckoned that perhaps that if God did exist, he would probably just about hate him for his constant sinning.

"So... Frankie, be my boyfriend?" He giggled, kissing Frank's neck a little - the kiss all lips and saliva and messily so, as he was beyond drunk, leaving elegance as just about the last of his priorities right now.

"Are you just saying that because you're drunk?" Frank asked, wearing a blush like his second skin.

"No, I am drunk, yes, but I'm saying that because I love you!" Gee exclaimed, giggling like hell and Frank had to take a moment to process what Gee had just said to him.

This all seemed perfect but Frank couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps things wouldn't have gone like this if Gee was sober, and he was in no way allowed to prefer his boyfriend in an intoxicated state, but those three words had an awful habit of messing with Frank's head.

"Good." Frank finally let out with a grin, praying that Gee was drunk enough both not to notice or care. "I'm glad."

"So am I. And you know what, you never answered my question." Gee added, with a devious smirk and slight slur of his words that brought Frank so painfully back into reality.

"Yeah." He finally let out after an awkward pause gone on too long, and an exhalation of far too much nicotine. "I will be your boyfriend."

"Such a hard decision, wasn't it?" Gee asked, teasing him with his lips against Frank's neck once more.

"Of course it was - a close call too."

"Oh shut up, you love me really. We're like Romeo and Juliet but without the death and you know I look better in a dress than Juliet."

And he did.

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