Breakfast at the Way's house was a whole different world to breakfast in my humble abode. For a start, there was actually edible food as opposed to whatever slice of slightly stale bread I could toast to a minimum about of burning. To put it lightly - I wasn't the best in the kitchen.

"Frankie..." Gerard's arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Since last night, he practically hadn't been able to keep himself off me. I didn't know what it was; we weren't even official, it was just odd, and mildly confusing, as everything else in my life seemed to make a particular habit of being.

"What?" I grumbled, trying and failing to detach myself from the red haired dork. He was a red haired dork, and a particularly annoying one at that, but I wouldn't trade him for anyone, ever. He held a stupid place in my heart that was stupid special, leaving him far too important for my own good.

"Make me a coffee - I made you one earlier so it's only fair." He insisted, mumbling his words into my neck with puffs of hot breath against the early morning chilled air that surrounded us. His house wasn't quite the best on the heating front, but it certainly made up for that by coming with a free Gerard.

"Have you just lost all your energy in the space of the last twenty minutes?" I asked as my eyebrows rose almost in awe as to how this guy had gone from grumbling at me for being lazy, to being pretty much the world's biggest slob.

"Pretty much, yeah." I rolled my eyes; what I was going to do with Gerard Way, I hadn't the slightest of clues. My imagination did love to run wild though, but of course, the thoughts that lurked those corners of my mind were entirely out of the question.

"No, not a chance, Gee." I grinned, far too happy to see him pissed off by my constant rejection of his laziness. Being a lazy little shit was his own fault though, so therefore I couldn't even force myself into feeling guilty about rejecting his constant ploys to get me to be his personal slave, let alone follow through with them - that simply wasn't going to happen.

"Mmm... Frankie, I do like your smile." He mumbled, his words coming out as nothing more than yet another desperate ploy fired directly from the treacherous lips of Gerard Way himself.

"You can sweet talk me all you like, but I'm still not making you coffee." I protested, my words stern because there was no way he was talking me into this with just a snap of his fingers. He's cute, but no quite so cute for me to be convinced to follow through with his every action and demand.

"Sweet talking, huh?" He raised his eyebrows, in a typically sarcastic Gerard Way fashion. Sarcasm and general asshole behaviour seemed to be the rather obvious strong point of both Way brothers. "Flirting now are we, Frankie?"

"Shut up-" I attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but like the stubborn little bastard he was, he kept me close to his chest like I was the heart inside his ribcage.

He just knew how I worked and I had found myself growing to hate that like hell, because although Gerard held a special place in my heart, I just wasn't sure if the fact that he meant anything at all was even healthy in the slightest. Or were Mikey's words of fakery and precaution slowly getting to me? I couldn't tell anymore.

"I know you want to flirt with me." He insisted, running his fingers throw my hair like it was his own. He was right, but there wasn't a chance that I was going to let him be right, especially when his brother, who hated the both of us, could walk in at any moment and fuck both of our lives up with just one misplaced glance.

"Gee, that's where you're wrong." I think I did love teasing him far too much - it was just putting aside the fact that this guy was twenty two.

His age, despite the fact that the two of us had already covered the subject and in far too much detail for my liking, was still making my head spin like crazy, because the simple fact that he was five years older than me was simply over complicated by the fact that I loved him.

"Is that so?" He purred, his words meeting my skin in soft breaths of warm air.

"Yeah, all I want to do is go back to bed." I met him with stern eyes, but quite honestly, I wasn't all that keen upon waking up, especially when there was a warm bed upstairs that smelled of Gerard and sometimes, even had a Gerard in it.

"Damn," he pulled on a smirk, raking a hand through his own hair this time. "Can I join you?"

"Ugh." I groaned, pulling his arms off me, only for him to ensnare me once again within mere seconds. Gerard was stubborn and really was not going to let me get my own way when his opinion differed. "Ge-rard!"

"Fran-kie!" He mimicked my irritated tone which was getting him real fucking close to a slap across the cheek. I wouldn't slap him though - a face like that was far too beautiful to even fathom laying a finger upon.

"I hate you-"

"Nah." He spun me around to face him and backed me up against the refrigerator; his body pushed so close to mine that there were barely millimetres between us. I swear he was going to kiss me, or possibly do something even more concerning than that, all in his kitchen, when the door wasn't even closed properly.

Gerard Way was reckless. There wasn't a doubt about that.

"Gee-" The word tumbled from my lips; the rest of my body paralysed by just how he had me up against the cold door of the refrigerator. I wasn't sure whether it was the ice of the refrigerator freezing me against its ice cold door, or whether it was just the pants of his hot breath against my cheek that I couldn't help but shiver into and not from the cold.

"You don't hate me." He protested, sounding far too certain of that fact for my liking.

I nodded, "yeah."

"What? Yeah, you're right, Gee, or yeah, I do hate you, Gee?"

"A mixture of both." I grinned, watching the hidden sigh that fell between his lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss right now, but I was far too aware of the fact that Mikey could really just walk in at any time.

"Is that so?" He whispered, eliminating the gap between our lower bodies entirely. Not that he wasn't already about as close to me as close was, in both the metaphorical and physical senses, because somehow, through all of this mess, I'd grown to trust Gerard much more than I would have liked myself to.

"Yeah, it is." I breathed out, watching his eyes with the utmost caution. I was scared of what he'd do next; I was scared of what I'd do next, because if he kissed me there wasn't a chance in hell that I wasn't going to return the favour and if a certain Mikey Way happened to walk in, I guess things wouldn't really go down so well.

"I don't believe you, you know."

"I don't care." I shrugged it off entirely, or at least that's what I'd like to think.

"You should-" I could feel his breath hot on my cheek when the door swung open and he practically jumped away from me. I knew that this was bound to happen and I was simply eternally grateful that the moment Mikey walked in wasn't the moment Gerard's lips were pressed up against mine.

"What are you two doing?" A sleep deprived Mikey walked in, his eyes fixating upon the two of us and our suspiciously awkward positions within an instant. I knew this would happen - I fucking knew it, but could Gerard and his fucking ego listen to me for once? No, not a fucking chance, of course.

"Breakfast." Gerard shrugged it off like it was nothing; his expertise in this area of foolery and emotional deprivation playing for my benefit for what I was certain was the first time since I met the guy.

"Right." Mikey was unconvinced as both Way brothers were experienced in the aforementioned art, both of them measuring equally high up on the scale of assholes. I guessed it was a genetic thing maybe.

He turned to me, choosing to ignore his brother which was probably in both of our best interests, not that I told Gerard this of course, because I doubted it'd end well for any of the three of us. "I'll walk you home today Frank."

"He's staying today as well." Gerard's voice piped up out of nowhere, and I cringed, almost forgetting as to just how he'd convinced me into staying another night in my tired state that was totally not cut out for decision making in any way, shape, or form.

"Says who?" Mikey seemed to disagree with this idea entirely, which might just be in my best interest, because I really doubted that he would take well to me spending the weekend away without any warning. He surely would miss his punching bag, wouldn't he?

"Me." Gerard continued to argue over me with his brother relentlessly. I suppose that was just natural sibling rivalry, but the Ways, being Ways, had to accentuate it a little to make it more their style. "I say."

"Since when do you care about Frank?" Mikey eyed Gerard with suspicion, choosing to ignore his initial and possibly on-going hatred towards me, maybe just for argument's sake, because Mikey was that kind of guy.

"Since when do you-" Gerard was definitely going to fire the same shitty insult right back and I really wasn't in the mood for the two biggest assholes I'd ever had the displeasure of knowing to have a full scale argument revolving around myself, of all people.

"Guys." I interrupted, really not at all bothered with this in the slightest.

"So as I was saying I'm walking you home later." Mikey took my mediation as simply an attempt to push his point further across and as much as I didn't want to disappoint Gerard, I knew I was going to have to side with Mikey on this one, because not only was it the most practical answer, it was the least questionable of the two sides.

"Yeah." I shot Gerard an apologetic look and really, I did want to stay, there was just the matter that Mikey would question it an awful lot. And I doubted that my father would take kindly to it either. He'd probably already be short of killing me right now, or maybe I could just be lucky and get back before he even woke up and claim that I arrived far earlier than I did in reality.

"I can drive you, Fra-"

"Your license was suspended. That shit isn't legal, Gerard. I'm walking him home." Mikey insisted, despite Gerard's constant pleads to compensate at the very least.

"I don't care if it's legal or not." Gerard snapped, clearly far too adamant upon the matter of at least talking to me in private after this encounter with his younger brother. He kept catching my gaze, almost as if he was signalling for me to go along with whatever he was saying, but I pretended not to notice, because I think that was just easier for the both of us.

"And there you go - that's exactly why it was suspended in the first place." Gerard just grumbled something in an incoherent response before admitting defeat and stumbling off to make his own coffee. At least I got out of being his coffee slave in the process.

"Just ignore him." Mikey smiled at me from the breakfast bar. I was very aware of the fact that Gerard could hear every word that passed between our lips, however Mikey, being well, Mikey, didn't seem to care at all, and perhaps the guy even took pleasure in letting his brother know exactly what he thought of him.

"I guess." I mumbled, joining Mikey at the breakfast bar simply to distance myself from his terribly annoying and fiendishly attractive older brother. Gerard's good looks were without a question, without a single doubt, going to be my absolute downfall.

"Seriously were you alright with him last night? I shouldn't have left you there but you know he is just fucking annoying and I kind of just wanted the guy to shut up more than anything." Mikey confessed, meeting my gaze with what almost looked like a look of concern in his eyes, but no, I had to be wrong. I blinked rapidly, ridding it from my head within instants.

"Yeah, it's fine - it was okay, he was okay." I mumbled, just glad that he couldn't read my mind and somehow find out what really happened last night. That would be kind of awkward to say the very least; I doubted Mikey would exactly warm to the idea of me getting quite so close to his twenty two year old brother, and of course to add to all of that shit, Gerard was 'dangerous' as well.

"Okay?" He raised his eyebrows at me, not in shock, just kind of surprised at my choice of wording, and I panicked for a moment thinking that somehow my mind reading theory had actually been proven right, but no, of course I was just being stupid.

"I don't that's a word that's ever been used about Gerard before."

"I think that's kind of sad." I admitted, feeling sorry for the guy. Only then did I realise just how alone he was. I was the only person he'd got, because Mikey didn't count, not really. I was far more important to the guy than I'd ever even considered and that thought could do nothing but scare me deeply.

"Huh?" Mikey wasn't expecting that of course.

"He deserves more than people think he does, you know." I didn't know where half of this was coming from, or as to why some messed up corner of my head decided that this would all be great to say in front of Mikey as if it was nothing.

"What planet are you from? Gerard is and always will be and always was an asshole." Mikey's words were too stern for me to be anything but a little upset, because despite the fact that I didn't want to, I cared about Gerard and a hell of a lot more than I should.

"That's what I thought at first, but I don't know... if you just look deeper he's different I guess." I shrugged it off, regretting ever touching the subject and kind of just wishing that Mikey would drop it, because it wasn't the kind of thing I was in the mood to discuss.

"Different as in 'dangerous'? Psychopathic? Huh?"

"You don't get it-" I protested, but it was no use, especially with a stubborn character like Mikey Way.

"He's my own brother; I think I get it more than you do!"

"And I think neither of you 'get it' that I do in fact have ears." Gerard practically waltzed out of the kitchen and joined us on the breakfast bar with a black coffee in his hand.

"You don't 'get it' that people have private conversations do you, Gerard?" Mikey snapped, clearly aggravated by the reminder of his brother's existence that he'd just been presented with.

"Well they're not exactly that private when I can hear the two of you screaming my name-"

"I wouldn't have said screaming." I butted in, my cheeks red and my head pointed down, not exactly wanting to get involved in this mess, but sometimes, especially when it involved Gerard, I just couldn't help myself.

"Yeah, Frankie. I know you can scream louder than that." No, he hadn't just fucking said that, but of course he fucking had.

"Fuck off." I sent him a gaze that screamed 'not now, your fucking brother who hates us both is here', but being Gerard he seemed oblivious.

"I'd rather you fucked me, Frankie." The guy just didn't fucking care at all.

"Jesus Christ, stop flirting with him." Mikey snapped, getting up and putting his empty plate in the sink, clearly more than fed up with Gerard, as I presumed that I too would be if I had to live with the guy 24/7.

"Why? Spoil sport." Gerard retorted, clearly a little disheartened by Mikey not taking lightly to his constant and reckless flirtations.

"Just leave him alone - he doesn't like you, Gerard. Stop trying to twist him into your little games." Unfortunately for all three of us, Mikey was wrong - I did like Gerard, and I did like him an awful lot.

"That's where you're wrong, Mikey." The younger of the Ways watched as he brother preached like some bigoted romanticist. "Frankie likes me a lot." It was the truth, but it wasn't for Mikey's ears, not at all.

Mikey raised his eyebrows at that, not sure as to whether his brother was taking the piss or if he was missing something here. "Yeah, Gerard sure he does. What are you his boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend's not the word I'd use." Gerard mused, just winding up his brother for the sake of it, or at least I hoped so, because I didn't want to get amidst a serious argument here.

"You are not dating Frank." It wasn't a request; it was a statement, but still one that held far too much uncertainty. Mikey was quite possibly even scared of the two of us actually being together. I was scared of it too, but probably not in the same way Mikey was.

"Yeah, you're not- we're not." I piped up, watching Gerard's facial reaction fall in disappointment, but did he really expect me to just say I was fucking him or whatever in front of his brother, who already had plenty of reasons to despise the both of us.

"Good." Mikey snapped.

"Why?" Gerard almost looked offended, by Mikey's disapproval of our totally metaphorical relationship.

Mikey just widened his eyes at his brother. "Thousands of reasons: you're my brother and he's my friend - that's the biggest cliché known to mankind; he's seventeen and you're twenty two; he's not even gay; you're an asshole who will take advantage of him; he can do much better than you; you'll do something stupid to hurt him; and Gerard, you're you."

"Yeah, I know. I'm 'dangerous'-" Gerard retorted like a pissy, hormonal, little bitch.

"Ge-"

"I'm going to go smoke - I better get out your way because I'm so 'dangerous'!" He grabbed a packet of Marlboro off the counter and stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him. Fuck.

Mikey turned to me, letting a long, smoker's sigh, "great, so now I've managed to upset him."

"Mmm..." I mumbled my eyes trailing to the floor. I didn't want to side with either of the Ways, but in an argument like that it was kind of hard to stay entirely neutral.

"Don't say I've upset you too."

"No, no, no. It's fine - I'm just thinking." In reality my head was clouded with confusion as to just how passionately Gerard had reacted to Mikey's repulsion at the idea of Gerard and I being a thing. I could- fuck, he couldn't, he couldn't want us to date... I wanted to- no, I didn't. I just he was twenty two; he was an adult, and I was just a fucked up kid.

"Don't tell me the two of you are actually dating or something - because if that's why both of you are off..." He turned to me, eyes widening more as the seconds ticked by, "you're not."

"No, of course we're not." I blushed, reassuring him of what actually was the truth, even if deep down, it didn't quite feel like it.

"Don't lie to me, Frank. All the signs are there: he got pissed off when I mentioned dating, he's flirting with you, you were nervous to say anything bad about him and practically defended him, he wanted you to stay with him last night and you didn't mind, when I walked in you two were in that bed together- You did not fuck my brother last night!" His eyes widened almost in shock as opposed to anger.

"Mikey, seriously there's nothing between us; we're just friends, I guess, I mean if we're even friends at all." I wasn't even lying, and still Mikey couldn't believe me. Well, we had kissed a few times, but there was nothing 'official' as pretentious as that may sound. Friends can kiss... right?

"Don't lie to me." Mikey Way was not a well-known taker of bullshit and that was certainly shining through here.

I met his gaze, pulling on about the most sincere expression I could muster. "Seriously, I'm not."

"Good; he's bad for you Frank. I've already comprehensively listed them all to Gerard so-"

"Don't worry Mikey - Gerard and I are not going to be a thing." I reassured him- or was I really just reassuring myself. Fuck, I didn't even know anymore.

"Yeah, good, like you're not even gay, so, there's nothing there at all." Unfortunately, Mikey was wrong.

"Mmm..."

"Just tell me if he gets annoying and I'll sort him out - he's just kind of possessive... I don't know. He's never really been this close to anyone before. I'm not even sure he knows how to form proper friendships, you know? I'm just worried about him-"

I cut him off; I wasn't listening and to be fair that was quite horrible, but it was the truth. "Mikey?"

"Yeah?" His words dropped into the silence, almost with an air of uncertainty.

"About being gay... I uh... think I am." I couldn't meet his gaze, and I didn't even know why I'd told him, I just felt like I needed to be heard, but the moment the words left my lips, I found myself in a state of the utmost regret.

"Oh." He exhaled audibly. "You don't like him do you?" He said after a moment, his eyes flickering with an emotion that I couldn't quite comprehend.

"No." I lied.

"Good." He passed me an awkward smile, trying to break the ice that was slowly thickening as we talked, because Mikey and I weren't the kind guys to be friends with one another. "Shall I walk you home now?"

"I can walk by myself." I protested, kind of just wanting to clear my head of the Ways entirely.

"No, just in case you get dizzy or whatever - this isn't the best of neighbours as well, so walking alone isn't really the best of ideas in any case."

"You've got to walk back alone." I pointed out, not that I was really that concerned for Mikey's safety, but more to fuel my point. As horrible as it sounded, I was more in the interest of winning this argument as opposed to take much attention to Mikey's wellbeing.

"You think I can't sort out some crack head assholes?" He almost seemed offended.

"You seem to think I can't either." I had an awful lot of experience with running away from people that wanted to hurt me. Mikey should know this, being one of the people that wanted to hurt me.

"You're like five foot and gay." He breathed out the last word like it was affecting him. I didn't even know why I'd told him; it was kind of a spur of the moment thing I guessed, but whatever it was, right now I was coming to the point of deeply regretting it.

"People can't just read my sexuality off of me."

"Just let me walk you home, Frank, or you'll regret when some addict puts his dick in your ass." Yep, I was really regretting it.

"Please stop making a big deal out of it."

"What?" He carried on as if it was nothing, as if a single word that left his lips couldn't affect me in anyway whatsoever and I really kind of wanted things to be like that, but unfortunately, that's not quite how life worked.

"The gay jokes and shit." I mumbled, almost embarrassed to mention it to him.

"Cool it, sure - come on now." He again, said as if it was nothing.

-

"That's your house?" His eyes widened as he looked up at run down shit hole.

It appeared to be a normal middle class house, with two stories and red brick walls but as you looked closer you noticed the smashed windows, the dent in the door, the ripped curtains and the ivy crawling up the walls and constricting the bricks in places. To be honest, it looked kind of haunted when you thought about it.

"Yeah." I nodded, looking up at the hell hole I returned to each day, almost imagining my father lingering in the window, belt buckle in hand. But Mikey didn't know about that, he couldn't know, of course.

"Oh."

"Bye, then, I guess." I shrugged it off, my head clouded with thoughts of the two equally confusing Way brothers.

"Bye, yeah- Uhh... Frank?" He stopped me and I turned to face him, nerves bubbling below the surface of my skin.

"Yeah?" I met his gaze once again, almost scared as to what he could possibly say.

"Just promise me that you don't like Gerard, like you know."

"Come on, Mikey." I sighed, letting out yet another lie for the sake of saving my own skin. "We both know he's a massive asshole."

"Yeah, I just don't want him to hurt you." How could Mikey fucking Way care if I got hurt. Me of all people, the kid he loved to beat up, or well his friends did. Or well, his ex-friends. I wasn't exactly sure as to what Mikey's status with the Killers currently was.

"Mikey... make sure he doesn't get hurt too?" He raised his eyebrows at me, again surprised that I actually gave a shit about his brother. "I care about him okay?"

"Yeah, uhh, I guess I'll try - I just doubt he'll want to talk to me now."

"Try just try." He smiled at me and nodded, and I just hoped it was a nod that meant he would. "Bye."

"Bye."

And that was it; no more stalling. I had to go home now and I had to face him and whatever he inflicted upon me.

I had to twist the doorknob, put my key in the lock and open the gates of hell itself. Or maybe I was just overreacting - I couldn't tell anymore.

I didn't want to, but this was inevitable, just like my death, which I morbidly presumed would follow shortly after, considering just how angry my father would be regarding my twenty four hour absence.

I pulled open the door, waiting for hell to consume me entirely. My eyes darted back in search of an escape, but Mikey Way was like my hope, because he was gone too.

And then, I was truly alone.

"Hello, fag." His voice came out calm, collected and almost sociopathic as footsteps neared the door frame. "So you did decide to stop cowering away and come home."

"I got beat up." It was partly the truth, but I doubted he would care, truth or not.

"Well they clearly didn't do a good enough job." He retorted, snarling at me like some kind of feral dog.

"Do you think mum would want to see you like this? Doing this?" I didn't know why I said it and reality I probably shouldn't have, but it was on the tip of my tongue, dying to be said, dying to be heard and needed in this world.

"Do you think she'd like to see you like this? A fag? She'd never want that, Frank." He spat my name almost like it were an insult and that hurt like fuck.

"Mum wouldn't have cared. She'd love me regardless, you know, like parents are supposed to."

I could tell by his facial expression that my words had struck him hard, but why should he care. Mum was dead and so was he to me. It felt like I had no parents at all, a true metaphorical orphan, because he wasn't my father - he was just a monster.

"Just go - get out!" He yelled and I didn't need telling twice, bolting for the door. Freedom wasn't exactly what I had expected as I near the house, but it wasn't something I was going to pass up on, especially if it resulted in my avoidance of his belt buckle and harsh temper.

I just wanted to run, to get away and never come back, but I was pretty certain he'd change his mind and I'd have to come crawling back to his house soon or later, despite just how little I wanted to, because life didn't work how you wanted it to, life worked however the hell it damn pleased.

As I darted out the door, fleeing his grasp before he could fathom changing his mind, my head was spinning and I was in quite possibly the biggest state of confusion I'd ever had the liberty of being stuck in. I just didn't know what to do; my insides felt as if they were on a one way exit train out of my body and I wanted to collapse right there on the concrete.

I wanted to give up - I wanted to give myself up to reality itself, but there wasn't an easy exit like that; all I could do was run.

So I did the only thing I could think of; I went to see her.

I went to her, my mother's grave for the first time in years.

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