Frank was sat on the kitchen countertop of what was technically Bert's bungalow, although Gee would force you to agree that it belonged to him to. The seventeen year old let a grin pass his lips as he pulled his knees up to his chest and his back against the wall, his cigarette - technically Gee's, but Frank wasn't fussed, held loosely in his hand, the cigarette ash dropping clumsily into the kitchen sink, but of course, Frank's attention was otherwise occupied.

"I swear we fucking had some..." The twenty five year old gave a grumbled tone into the silence, bent over as he rummaged through the kitchen cupboards, his miniskirt clad ass high in there in Frank's direction, so perhaps he wasn't that bothered if his boyfriend was forced to continue searching for ice cream for the next five days.

Boyfriend.

Frank was really ecstatic with the fact that he could now refer to Gee by that, and in fact even further pleased by the fact that the 'boyfriends' thing didn't just apply to drunken Gee, but apparently sober Gee also.

"What the hell are you looking for?" Bert appeared in the doorway - almost out of nowhere, but then again, believe it or not - he did live here, so it wasn't all that unexpected. When he received no response from either Frank or Gee, he walked further into the room, perhaps in search of a visual answer, but getting slightly distracting by his housemate's ass in that miniskirt, much as Frank had.

"Nice fucking panties, you slutty little shit." Gee sprang up at that, turning to face Bert with widened eyes and a face bearing a horrifically strong resemblance to a tomato. "You're just asking to be fucked in those, honey, and with a skirt that short-"

"You're just asking to get punched in the face speaking like that... honey." Frank rolled his eyes, mimicking Bert's words as he shot his boyfriend's housemate the dirtiest look known to man.

"You've got a seventeen year old sticking up for you, huh?" Bert snorted, his eyes rolling back into their sockets a little, and Frank was really seriously considering punching Bert, and he reckoned he would have if the guy wasn't near enough a decade older than him. "Pathetic."

"Ice cream." Gee snapped out through gritted teeth, answering Bert's original question, despite the fact he was far from caring about the answer to it anymore. "I'm looking for ice cream. Do we have any?" He continued, his voice stern and his gaze locked with Bert's, in some sort of desperate bid to convince him that he didn't need Frank to 'stick up for him', not that he wasn't secretly so fucking thankful for him having said what he had.

"Nah," Bert chuckled, rolling casually out of their previous topic of conversation, almost as if it hadn't even occurred and walking around to stand beside Frank, almost as if the younger of the two wasn't seriously considering beating the other up. "Bob scoffed it all the other week after he threw up on the patio and set fire to the shed. Comfort food, whatever. I could convince him that he owes us it, but I think even Bob has the brains to realise that drug dealers don't do ice cream deals."

"You can convince Bob anything if you try hard enough." Gee added with a roll of his eyes and an awkward slight pull down of his skirt, still feeling a little uncomfortable in response to Bert's earlier comments.

"Why did you want ice cream anyway?" Bert asked, his eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of them, betting it was something to do with the seventeen year old - the child, stood in his kitchen.

"Felt like it." Gee said with a casual shrug of his shoulders, before turning back to his boyfriend, which was also a term he was proud to use. "Come on, Frankie, I wouldn't want us to bother Bert here, would you?"

"Oh, Gee, sweetie, I'm only bothered by the fact that you're fucking a seventeen year old." Bert again, oh so fucking tactfully added. "Letting that pretty little ass go to waste." He ran his fingers down Gee's side at that, the twenty five year jumping out of Bert's grasp with a start.

"What is your fucking problem?" Frank jumped up at that, deciding he'd had more than enough out of Bert today.

"I don't know, kid. I'd ask the police, huh?" Bert snorted, clearly finding his joke far too funny when no one else did. "Ask them what's the problem when the grown man fucks you. I'm sure they'll enlighten you."

"How about you ask them what's the problem when you make sexual advances on someone that doesn't want you to? I'm sure they'll enlighten you."

-

"He's an asshole." Frank proclaimed once they were safely in Gee's room, his words of course aimed at Bert.

"I know." Gee added with a sigh; an empty, hollow kind of sigh that held secrets of its own. "Just have to deal with that, though. I'd rather live with an asshole than be homeless. He isn't that badly usually - I think something's happened with his family... that's what usually gets him like this. Just leave him be a while."

Frank glanced at his boyfriend for a while, unsure how to respond or if to respond at all. "If you say so, but-"

"But nothing, Frankie." Gee finished for him, sitting down on the bed beside him and entwining their hands. "Let's talk about something else, huh? What's going on with you?"

"My friend Ray knows I'm gay, he knows I have a boyfriend, and he knows I fucked said boyfriend, but he doesn't know that said boyfriend is you..." Frank announced, his face breaking into an awkward smile as a blush passed his cheeks as he began to relive the memories.

"Tell him, I wanna meet him." Gee's face lit up with a grin as he fell back onto the bed behind them, his eyes fixating upon the ceiling.

"That wouldn't be such a good idea - he knows who you are- well, not... you but 'Gerard'... he's Mikey's best friend too." Frank let out a sigh as he fell back onto the bed beside Gee. "I wish things didn't have to be like that though. I wish I didn't even know Mikey and you were just you and that was that. This is a mess."

"All the best things have to be like that though." Gee let a smirk fall over his lips, his eyes filling with that smug look and Frank could guess the calibre of what was coming next. "Why would you care about something so much if it was just taken for granted? As much as we all hate to admit it but we really don't care all that much about the roof over our heads and food on our plates, we just expect them. Us, however, that wasn't at all expected, and it isn't at all easy, and that's what makes it just so much more worthwhile."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking dork."

"Rude."

"Aren't I just?"

-

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... I'm so sorry." Curses fell from Mikey's lips like bombshells as he found that his absent minded thoughts combined with his generally lack of bother to really look where he was going ended up with him colliding into another person.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Came the girl's voice as she scrambled to pick up the books she'd dropped, Mikey of course rushing forward to help her, despite how much he reckoned she'd be pissed off with him for. "Thanks." She added, noticing the extra pair of hands on her books, her gaze flickering upwards to meet Mikey's, whose heartbeat practically stopped in response.

"Alicia."

The word; her name, fell from his lips like gravity was willing it out - a huge weight dropped from him almost instantaneously.

"Mikey." She mimicked with a small smile twisting its way onto her face, leaving the younger Way brother completely in shock as of how on earth she had ever managed to learn his name. And where from? The 'top ten losers' list he'd heard by rumour to be written in the girls' toilets by the language block.

"How do you even know who I am?" Mikey exclaimed, perhaps having not intended for those words to sound quite so pathetic when he said them aloud, but it certainly looked as if luck had to be getting him back for letting Alicia fucking Simmons actually speak to him.

Mikey already knew that he wasn't going to shut up about this for months.

She giggled a little at that, standing up and putting her books back into her locker, leaving Mikey to peal his completely dysfunctional body off the floor and manage to somehow gather the courage to join her once more, begging that another word from her lips could be uttered in his direction.

"I'm friends with Ray's brother - your name has come up in conversation. And I see you at netball practices rather often, you there for your girlfriend or something?" She asked a question that was put all too casually in an attempt to hide the incredibly slyly hidden 'are you single?'.

Mikey however could barely even function at the notion that Alicia Simmons had deemed him a decent enough human being to possibly have a girlfriend, let alone one that was on the fucking netball team.

"I.. uhh... don't have a girlfriend..." He finally managed to choke out between tomato red blushes and nervous twitches, which really made him glad that Alicia was still focused more so on getting her books into her locker than his face right now.

"Really? Oh, I thought you did." She turned to face him at that moment, raising one eyebrow as she came to notice his still rather pink face. "Why are you there then?" She let a smirk slip onto her lips then, winking at him.

"Oh... I... uhh... I have an interest in the game... I..." Mikey literally reckoned he'd rather die in that moment, and although he knew that the moment he first spoke to Alicia would be slightly traumatising, but this was just a fucking death wish.

"Bullshit, Mikey Way." She rolled her eyes, turning her head so they were exactly face to face. "I reckon they made those miniskirts that short for no reason other than that." Mikey's eyes practically bulged out of his skull at that. "Then again, I suppose it makes a change from the fifty year old married creepy P.E. teacher staring at my butt. Perhaps there is nothing I can complain about here other than your complete lack of subtlety - get some sunglasses or something, dude."

"You know my last name-" Was of course the only thing Mikey could choke out in the vegetable like state that Alicia's words had rendered him to.

"Yes, I do. Are you not even going to comment upon the rather obvious fact that you have taken an interest in my butt?" She asked with a hand on her hip as she leant so casually against the locker, leaving Mikey to stand rather awkwardly beside her in a clumsy position, his legs bent a little weirdly at the knee and his hands behind his back.

"I... uhh... it's a very nice butt...." He flushed as the words left his lips, only coming to realise that perhaps this wasn't quite the response she'd wanted after he'd already said it.

"Thank you." She let out a sigh, shaking her head, but with a smile never leaving her lips, the bell for class ringing throughout the hallways and forcefully waking Mikey from his Alicia focused dream state.

"Shit... I..." Mikey cursed once more, grabbing his backpack from where it was slowly falling from his shoulders like one drop of water slowly falling from the turned off tap.

"Hey, Mikey Way, do you perhaps want to meet me at the gates after school and we can go discuss my butt in further detail?" 

"Is... is that a date?" Mikey would probably need to go see the nurse after this, because he wasn't going to make it through History without either getting a horrible erection, or passing out, or perhaps, if God was feeling particularly cruel, both.

"How about you meet me and find out?"

And then like nothing had happened, Alicia Simmons had disappeared amongst the crowd, leaving Mikey stood like a star struck zombie beside her locker as he prayed to God and everyone ever even mentioned in the bible that this wasn't a fucking dream.

Not that he had a tendency to dream about Alicia, or anything... Of course not.

-

"Seriously, Frank, you need to be careful - who knows what Mikey's going to do when he finds out you're..." Ray began, speaking to Frank in a concerned almost maternal tone as they sat on the steps outside the music block eating lunch, for his words only to come to a halt, as he caught none other than Mikey Way practically skipping towards the two of them.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Frank had looked up and followed Ray's gaze in the silence, of course only to wish that he hadn't once he really got acquainted with the sight before him. Frank wasn't even sure Mikey possessed the capability to smile.

"He's happy, there seriously must be something." Ray responded, his eyes never leaving the unexpectedly cheery Mikey as he pushed Frank aside to sit down between the two of them, glancing between his friends with a giddy smile on his face.

"What the hell is up with you?" Frank was the one to ask the question, Ray still staring at Mikey with his jaw hanging what seemed to be miles away from his face, which Mikey was of course too caught up in his own matters to even take the slightest of notice of.

"Guess who just got a date-" And he couldn't even continue before Ray attacked with what seemed to be several million questions.

"No... Oh my... who the hell would ever agree to go on a date with you? This isn't fair, I don't want to be the only single one..." Ray brought his smile up into a jokey pout as Frank couldn't help but laugh in response, and he didn't know who to feel sorry for more - Ray, the only single one now, or Mikey, who didn't know Frank's 'girlfriend' was actually his brother, or whoever the hell had been mad enough to let Mikey bribe them to go on a date with him.

"I have a date with Alicia." Mikey's smirk simply twisted around his lips, and Ray went as pale as a sheet as he came to remember that stupid fucking bet he'd made and how the hell he'd ever manage to get fifty dollars within the next few days. Hell, at this rate, it looked as if he'd have to turn to prostitution.

"Well, I do believe that's fifty dollars you owe him, Ray." Frank added, biting back his smirk as Ray sent him death glares and Frank remembered that since Ray knew just about enough information to permanently ruin his life, perhaps in future he should be just a little bit nicer to him.

"Fuck you." And Frank reckoned that was first time Ray had ever dropped the 'f bomb'. "You know I'm saving up for that guitar, you assholes."

"Then you shouldn't have made a bet you wouldn't win." Mikey added with a smirk, sticking his tongue out as he spoke, and he ended up looking just slightly creepy in the process, and just a little bit like a tired and rather old dog.

"You know what, I don't believe you." Ray smirked, raising his eyebrows in Mikey's direction, again most likely stepping into something that would result in another state of raised eyebrows and financial discomfort.

"Go on, then, ask her." Mikey let a smirk for Ray to be jealous of, fall over his lips, leaving Frank sat beside the two of them, wondering where the hell anyone's common sense had gone here.

"Wouldn't that be a bit weird to go up to your 'girlfriend' who I've never spoken to-" Ray began, badly attempting to conceal the fact that he got really uncomfortable and embarrassingly nervous when it came to talking to girls, especially ones like Alicia Simmons, ones that were brave enough to date Mikey Way. That took fucking guts.

"Guys, I'll go talk to Pete - he knows just about every bit of gossip, and then we'll determine who gets the fifty dollars, and if anyone complains about this decision, then I'm getting the fifty dollars." Frank stood up, passing mildly intimating looks to both of his friends who began glaring at him as if he had just announced that he'd committed mass genocide last night.

"Like Pete's going to know anything - that guy is fucking stupid, and a fag-" Mikey began, somehow finding an excuse to turn absolutely everything into a homophobic rant, which was something Frank most certainly did not appreciate, and then found himself blushing a little as Ray shot him an 'are you okay' glance. Ray really should have reckoned that Frank would have been used to this by now.

"If Pete knows anything, it's gossip." Ray interrupted Mikey, mostly for Frank's sake now, and the guy seriously needed a medal for keeping with Frank even when he'd reminded Mikey that he owed him fifty dollars. Frank reckoned Ray just was utterly adamant in his disbelief of Mikey and Alicia's new romantic relationship, not that Frank was entirely convinced either, but Mikey Way didn't fucking smile for just anything.

Which of course he proved with the scowl he sent the two of them, making sure everyone knew that he was even slightly displeased with the fact that he hadn't instantly received his fifty dollars - as if anyone just carried that amount of money around with them, especially to school.

Unlike Pete Wentz, Ray wasn't stupid.

-

It only took Frank five minutes of pushing through crowds and ignoring assholes until he found himself at the art department, where Pete stood, talking to a small, ginger kid, who as Frank got closer, he recognised as Patrick.

"Hey, Pete." Frank called out, gaining the attention of the emo boy, and his slightly less emo friend. "Do you happen to know anything about something to do with Mikey?"

"Oh, don't worry, Frank." Patrick added with a small smile, and a slight glare in Pete's direction, "he's an absolute expert when it comes to Mikey Way."

"Patrick-" Pete snapped, shoving the other boy a little, leaving Frank to glance between the two of them and take a moment to wonder as to what the hell he could have possibly interrupted.

"Well, yeah, you're the place to go for gossip and all that kind of shit, and Mikey claims he's got a date with-" Frank couldn't even finish, in a rather similar manner as to when Mikey had originally told him and Ray. He reckoned the idea of anyone finding Mikey Way attractive was just about as alien to everyone else as it was to him and Ray.

"Has he really?" Patrick asked, his eyes widening, fixating upon Frank, before he shot a glance in Pete's direction.

"I don't know, that's kind of what I came here to verify - something about a bet between Mikey and Ray. Ray said that he'd give Mikey fifty dollars if he got a date with Alicia by the end of this week." Frank explained, his voice coming out all too casually, as he was of course completely unaware regarding the affect his words were having on Pete and Patrick.

"Alicia... Alicia fucking Simmons... what the fuck- no..." Frank could barely even compose himself before Pete just ran off, heading in anywhere away from here.

"What-" Frank could only spit out, before turning to Patrick, who was donning a rather sad expression, which of course ended up twisting both Frank's gut and conscience into several knots.

"It's complicated." Was all Patrick offered as an explanation as he stepped forward to stand besides Frank.

"Should I go after him?" Frank asked, in utter shock at what to do, because whatever this was, it was utterly un-Pete like, and that meant something had to be wrong - something had to be beyond wrong, and of course, Frank just couldn't figure out as to what.

"No, don't worry, I guess that's my job. He's just a little, I don't know, out of it today... I don't know exactly, but I heard from Ryan that he took some pills last night... it's nothing personal, he's probably just a little bit out of it, I guess..." Patrick trailed off, his eyes drifting downwards as he spoke, because of course, he couldn't help but feel like this all had been his fault, having told Pete only moments before that maybe he should just talk to Mikey about how he felt instead of bottling it up inside him and letting it destroy him in the process.

"So, do you know anything about any truth to Mikey and Alicia?" Frank asked as a last ditch resort; of course very much doubting that Patrick would have any idea whatsoever.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm guessing the only thing you can do is ask Alicia personally."

And as much as Frank didn't want to, it really looked like he had to.

-

Finding Alicia was easy enough, and the fact that she was stood at her locker without all her friends clustered around her in a big mess of giggling girls was just a fucking godsend.

Frank really didn't get girls, not at all, and he really reckoned it a good job that he was gay, even if this was the only time where something like that would ever apply. Jamia was just an exception - she was different. Perhaps, lesbians, he could handle... straight girls, not so much.

Thank god he wasn't some sort of hunk on the football team, because straight girls that were attracted to him would be an absolutely enormous no no.

"Hey, Alicia, can I ask you something? Sorry if it sounds weird, but it's just something I heard and I wanted to know if it was true." Frank stood beside her, a little flustered and definitely rather overwhelmed.

"Sure." She smiled back at him, which was really something Frank hadn't expected at all. Then again, Frank had actually spoken to Alicia before and he was stuck in the assumption that from Mikey's attraction to her, she was a typical high school popular bitch.

"Yeah, something about you and Mikey Way." He put it casually, not wanting to be cruel enough to directly embarrass Mikey if he'd been lying, but perhaps if he had lied straight to their faces and then demanded fifty dollars, perhaps he did deserve whatever embarrassment his actions warranted. "And a date." He added with a raised eyebrow, emitting a reddish blush from her relatively pale cheeks.

"I... uhh... how did you find out about that?" She asked, blushing ferociously as her eyes drifted to the floor, and oh my god she could not be serious.

"So is it true?" Frank exclaimed, perhaps just a little too loud and with raised eyebrows to match, and really, his facial expression was laughter worthy right now.

"Yeah..." She exhaled rather loudly, "but please don't tell anyone, I want to keep this on the down low. How did you find out?"

"Mikey told me."

"Oh, I guess that's alright - you two are friends aren't you? But can you ask him to not go boasting about it?" Little did she know just how fucking hard it would be to get Mikey to ever shut up about anything, then again, this was Alicia we were talking about, so perhaps just the mention of her name would transform him into a loyal respect person right away.

"I can try, but it's Mikey, of course."

"Of course, it's just... not something I want everyone to know about."

"Honestly if he went around telling people, I doubt anyone would believe him - I didn't."

"Oh okay, good. It's just privacy, you know."

"Yeah."

But part of Frank didn't. Part of Frank couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong here, and that something would most likely result in Mikey ending up getting hurt, which despite his on and off hatred for the guy, was something he'd never wish upon him.

And it scared Frank just how little either of them knew about Alicia, and perhaps he would have been able to ask Pete, if there wasn't all that completely unexplainable shit going on with him right now. It was confusing to say the least.

Or perhaps Frank was being a dickhead, a stupid dickhead, who was just reluctant to admit that anyone in the world could be honestly attracted to Mikey Way.

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Hey guys:) I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you aren't too heartbroken with all of the heterosexuality going on with Mikey - he'll find his way eventually, don't worry;) Anyways, I'd appreciate it if you could leave a vote and/or comment if you liked this chapter and I love you all<3