When Gerard dragged me into the kitchen, I barely had chance to catch sight of the small blonde woman in front of me before she was scrutinising me from behind thick black rimmed glasses, which she wore half way down the bridge of her nose; conveniently positioned for the casual skeptical glance over them, making her out as someone I should be nervous around, but of course when the words fell from her lips in a chirpy high pitched tone, which would have been extremely irritating if I hadn't found it as such a relief that she'd be screaming at us immediately.

"Who's this, honey?" Gerard blushed under her tone, leaving me to realise as to why as her hazel eyes scanned over her glasses and down to where Gerard was still tightly clutching my hand. She didn't appear all that intimidating at a second glance, but who knows, she just could be the real life rendition of Professor Umbridge.

"This is Frank, my boyfriend." Gerard introduced me, which was something I was rather thankful for due to the fact that my throat was clogged up with nerves and I began to wonder if I could even speak at all, because it had just dawned upon me that this was Gerard's mother, and this would be her first impression of me, and I was just left to pray that somehow this would end up by some miracle turning out okay.

"Nice to meet you, Frank." She pulled her lips up into a smile that looked genuine, catching me by surprise that despite Gerard's rants revolving her, Mrs Way, actually seemed alright. Well, I guess first (well, second kind of) impressions didn't count for everything, and I could be horribly mistaken.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Way." I finally managed to stammer out, blushing a little and clutching on to Gerard to the point it was most likely painstakingly obvious, which of course made me look horrifically pathetic, which was not at all the look I was going for, but it did seem to be the look I was stuck with.

"Please call me Donna, dear. Mrs Way makes me sound awfully old, and my husband isn't around anymore so I'm not technically married - let's not get into technicalities though, and Miss Way does make sound like a hooker." I attempted to ignore my shock in the fact that she'd used the word 'hooker', and eventually composed myself to the degree where I managed to return her smile, watching as Mikey onlooked with raised eyebrows.

"You boys have offered him food and drink, I assume." She glared first at Gerard, and then turned to direct her gaze towards her youngest son, burning straight into their souls with equally scrutiny.

"Yeah," Mikey let a smirk fall over his lips; one that didn't fail to make me sufficiently uncomfortable - even for a second. "He's had breakfast- you know, because he stayed overnight." I could kill Mikey Way, god fucking damn it. I knew that smirk was something not to be trusted.

Mrs W- Donna's eyes darted back to the two of us, as I badly attempted to hide my blush in my fringe. "Sleep well, did you, boys?" She pulled on a smirk before winking at the two of us, and as I stood there, jaw agape, I decided that Mrs Way was really the coolest mum I had ever encountered.

This did in no way affect how uncomfortable I was right now with the fact that Mrs Way was convinced her son and I had sex last night. To be honest, the fact that she was surprisingly okay with it, even made me suspicious to some extent, but I reckoned that was just my annoyingly paranoid tendencies.

"Mum!" Gerard moaned, raking his fiery red hair over his face before shooting a look that'd land him in a trial for attempted murder in Mikey's direction. Thankfully, the police weren't around to notice it.

"How about you ask how Mikey enjoyed his stay at Alicia's, huh?" Gerard was in no way hesitant in the matter of revenge towards his younger brother.

"Who's Alicia?" She whipped round to Mikey once again, giving me a brief interval in which to pass Gerard a nervous look, which he reassured me with a squeeze of my hand. A squeeze really wasn't the most reassuring, and this wasn't even the most reassuring of squeezes, but it would really have to do, I guessed.

"Mmm... Girlfriend..." Mikey mumbled to himself, his cheeks burning red as he mumbled something inaudibly to himself. He was probably eternally cursing Gerard or something, and I found this far more amusing than any rational part of me would have deemed okay.

"Do I get to meet her?" Donna asked, walking over to Mikey, leaving Gerard to drag the two of us towards the sofa, allowing me attempt to bury myself alive between two old looking cushions as I 'admired' the horrible yellow wallpaper I remembered from when I woke up on this exact sofa after getting knocked out, which of course was a fun experience to mentally relive.

"She likes you, don't worry." Gerard whispered to me, noticing the concerned and just a little frightened expression set into my features, running his fingers through my black locks, before eventually settling on a few strands which he resorted to twisting around his index finger in a manner that for once was more comforting than annoying.

"You think?" I looked up at him from where I was practically sprawled out across his lap; my eyes open big, wide, and innocent.

"Yeah, Frankie. I mean, she hasn't kicked you out yet." He giggled, twisting my hair through two fingers and truly making a terrible mess of it all, but that was the least of my concerns right now.

"Yet." I emphasised through raised eyebrows and he shook his head at me in response.

"She likes you, okay." He pushed his words into my head with force for the last time.

"Frank?" I perked up to the sound of Mrs Way's voice, my eyes pulling away from Gerard and his stupid fucking smile, and traipsing over to his mother; stood across in the kitchen doorway, complete with a sulking Mikey stood a metre behind her.

"Are you staying for lunch?" I glanced up at Gerard instantaneously, almost seeking the answer from the curves of his cheekbone structure. "You're more than welcome to, and I'd like to get to know you." She offered, taking note of my indecisive nature in a way that didn't cease to paint my cheeks with a fiery red blush.

"Uhh..." I glanced back at Mrs Way.

"But is it is perfectly fine and understandable if you can't." She reassured me with a smile, and I reassured myself with the fact that it appeared genuine.

"I'll stay, yeah." I looked up at Gerard, who mouthed the word 'father', before passing me a concerned expression. I shrugged it off and muttered an 'it's okay', pushing all thoughts of him as far away as physically possible.

"Any special requests or freak allergies I should be warned about?" She grinned at me and I let a smile pass over my lips, relaxing for once in the Way household. It wasn't anything to do with the sofa because I swear that thing felt as if I was sitting on a stone table. I reckoned it was more to do with the fact that Gerard had just pulled his arm up my shirt and around my back.

"Uh... I'm vegetarian, but that's it." I stammered out, blushing against the Gerard's fingertips, tracing circles of varying sizes into the small of my back.

"You sure about this, Frank?" He whispered, his lips practically attached to my earlobe.

"It's fine." I pushed for the final time, and then he had no choice but to stop being so stubborn and accept it, although, since he was Gerard Way, he'd have great difficulty with that - especially the stubborn part.

I didn't care that my dad would be furious, and that I'd be in shit at home, because he didn't matter; he wasn't my family. I think I'd found my true family now, and it was here- even if, admittedly, Mikey could be a bit more than just an arsehole from time to time.

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"So, Frank," Donna looked up from her plate, now that she served up some harmless looking and vaguely cooked pasta and we'd all taken our seats at the dinner table.

The meal wasn't in away posh, which I was glad of, as I was dressed in the same clothes I'd been wearing yesterday and I was in hardly the mood to put on some posh attitude towards eating. Food was food, man, and I was fucking hungry.

"How did you meet Gerard?" She sparked up a sufficiently awkward conversation, leaving Mikey to smirk at me from across the table, where he was sat next to Mrs Way, leaving Gerard and I sat beside one another, and of course Gerard was sat nothing but unnecessarily close to me. I wasn't sure if he was being protective or just annoying - it was Gerard, so I opted for the latter.

"Well, I- it was kind of weird... I first met him up in the woods, you know," I gestured vaguely in the right direction and she nodded at me, despite the fact that she most likely hadn't the slightest fucking clue as to where I meant and she was just being polite. "And then we kind of hated each other at first, but he just kept popping up in my life, and it just kind of happened, I guess."

"He's in a few of my classes at school as well." Mikey offered, a smirk laden across his face as the next few words tumbled from his lips; almost in what my brain tricked me into feeling like was slow motion. "Cause he's seventeen, you know." Gerard shot him what had to be the fiftieth death glare of the day; he did deserve every one - Mikey was trying far too hard to be an arsehole today.

"Eighteen in about a month." Gerard reinforced, glancing at his mother almost nervously, trying and failing to predict her reaction.

"Of course you're dating a fucking high schooler, Gerard, of course." I stared at Mrs Way, almost taken a back as she casually dropped the F bomb into conversation with her sons like it was nothing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He grumbled, poking at his pasta with his fork.

"Rules do seem irrelevant to you, don't they?" She mused, turning to Mikey, who simply sat there, smirking like the devil himself. I was surprised at the fact she hadn't completely freaked out on us by now, but I guess it wasn't that surprising, seeing as I was the height of a small baby.

"I don't know, maybe." Gerard shrugged once again, his gaze drifted downwards as he took far too much fascination in his pasta than both it was both in anyway necessary or believable.

"I can smell the smoke on you, Gerard." She snapped, and Gerard blushed under her scrutinising gaze. "I'm not quite as stupid as you think I am, and honestly, you stink of nicotine, any idiot could figure it out."

"They're Mikey's cigarettes." Gerard opted for avoiding his mother's direct accusation and pinning the blame and attention onto his arsehole of a younger brother, like the mature older sibling he was.

"Yeah, because you smoked all of yours." Mikey rolled his eyes, making no hesitation in sending a retort to his brother in seconds, seemingly unfazed by Gerard's accusation at all.

"Oh god, don't tell me you've started as well." Donna turned to Mikey with a sigh, turning to me briefly to shake her head in disbelief.

"Started." Gerard snorted, rolling his eyes in an overly accentuated manner. "He's been smoking almost a year."

"Jesus Christ." Donna shook her head, filling her mouth and mind with a forkful of pasta.

"Hypocrite." Mikey rolled his eyes, catching my gaze momentarily, before he drifted his attention onwards and back towards his mother. "You've been smoking what? Twenty years?"

"Twenty one." She corrected him with a grin, causing Mikey to roll his eyes as Gerard looked on disinterested. "How are you even getting them, Mikes? Don't tell me you're buying them for him, Gerard!" She diverted her attention towards the elder of her two sons once again.

"As if." Gerard snorted, shaking his head as if the sheer idea of the suggested situation disgusted him entirely. "He's gets them off Bob down at the off license who sells them to him regardless of age because Bob fucking wants him up the ass."

And then Donna fucking giggled and I couldn't believe how Gerard had the right to complain about his mother when she was like this, but then I guessed she quite possibly and most probably didn't just giggle when it was in relation to Mikey, but to Gerard too, and that ego of his wouldn't like that at all.

"Fuck off." Mikey glared at all of us in succession, despite the fact that I hadn't even said anything for the past few minutes.

"Language." Donna smirked at him, her voice laced with hypocrisy and the tiniest, barely distinguishable, hint of sarcasm.

"Ahem!" Mikey gestured wildly at Gerard, his eyes widened in a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

"He's twenty two - an adult. You're still seventeen." She reminded him with a smirk that was just smug enough to patronise the hell out of him in the most motherly way possible.

"So's Frank." Mikey mumbled for what little it was worth; we'd acknowledged that by now. Mikey, on the other hand, clearly still hadn't.

"Frank should be an example, Mikey," Gerard winked at his brother, his features laden with an excessive dosage of smugness. "He doesn't smoke, or drink, or any of that illegal shit, and he's at school most of the time. I mean, model boyfriend here." Gerard gestured to me ridiculously and I buried my head in my hands.

"Any of that illegal shit." Mikey imitated, shaking his head. "They do say opposites attract, don't they, Gerard?"

"Michael!" Mrs Way butted in, pulling her son down as he was standing up.

I glanced at Gerard, noticing the expression his face was laden with and squeezed his hand under the table, offering him a reassuring smile. Gerard eventually glanced up, biting his lip and nodding at me to signify he was okay; he didn't look it though.

"He knows?" Donna's voice leapt out of nowhere, her eyes scanning between the two of us. Gerard simply turned back to her, nodding, his teeth digging down into his bottom lip. "How much does he know, Gerard?"

"A lot, but not everything, and uhh... not the thing." He stammered out, avoiding my gaze completely as 'the thing' slipped between his lips in far too rushed manner for him to be anything but nervous regarding the subject. She nodded at Gerard, and then turned to me, her face pushed into the most convincing smile she could muster.

"He doesn't deserve you, Frank." She let out a laugh to signify that she was joking.

"Shut up." Gerard moaned, burying his face into my side, leaving me to pull his hair away from where the strands had intertwined with my black cardigan.

"You two are pretty serious then?" She asked and I nodded before Gerard could butt in with some rushed, embarrassed nonsense that his ego could probably spurt off with in five seconds flat.

"Look after him." She met my gaze, and I nodded, blushing, and pretending I didn't see Mikey scowling like someone had set fire to his entire CD collection and replaced it with Justin Bieber's discography.

"Frank agrees with you." Gerard burst out, meeting his mother's eyes and breaking the momentary silence.

"What?"

"When you said you think I have bipolar, but I told you to fuck off, and yeah, Frank reckons I have too." He blushed, pulling his gaze down and I met my eyes with Mikey's, who seemed pretty shocked that his brother had even approached the topic at all.

"Oh, so you listen to him, of course?" She raised her eyebrows, smirking, but it was all well-meaning, or at least I hoped so.

"He knows me better." Gerard shrugged his words off as if he hadn't just told his mother that his boyfriend of barely a month knows him better than she does.

"Yeah, he would - getting all up close and personal." Mikey emphasised, his eyebrows rising up and down almost comically and somewhat in the manner of a broken wind-up toy, stuck on a loop. "All that bonding time-"

"You have used a condom?" Donna interrupted Mikey's words to meet Gerard's eyes, to which she received nothing but an awkward blush. "Haven't you?"

"I know Gerard looks like a shemale, but they are both dudes, mum." Mikey butted in, casually insulting his brother as if he was paid to do so.

"We haven't had sex yet." Gerard met Donna's eyes with sincerity and she raised her eyebrows immediately, somewhat in disbelief. "And fuck off, Mikey." He added, his lips twisting up into a sarcastic smile.

"Use one when you do, though. I don't want to deal with you moaning about STDs or what not-"

"Frank's a virgin, so I doubt that's a problem." Gerard pushed all of my 'good' points onto his mother, maybe just so she'd have a really bad impression of Alicia, and take that out on Mikey or whatever, but Gerard was fucking irrational, so of course, I couldn't be sure.

"Didn't reckon he'd be your type, Gerard." Donna chuckled as if it was completely normal for mothers make comments regarding their son's boyfriend like this.

"Neither did I." Mikey intruded once again, despite the fact that the topic of conversation was in no way relevant to him at all. "Let me tell you how hard being friends with someone who's been tonguing your brother is."

"Let me tell you how uncomfortable it is when you stalk us and watch it happen, and then decide to tell my music teacher." I spat back and I swear I saw Mrs Way bite back a smirk, which encouraged me just a little too much.

"That Mr Toro guy?" Gerard raised his eyebrows.

"Ray, yeah." I nodded, wondering whether it was a good idea to let my boyfriend's mum know that I was on a first name basis with my music teacher, but it was too late now, I reckoned. "Mikey blurted it out in front of him."

"Oh, what happened?" Gerard looked at Mikey, his eyebrows raised and his mouth parted slightly, clearly adding another reason to his list of excuses to rationalise being pissed off with his brother.

"He wants to meet you, that's all." I explained, glad that Mrs Way hadn't made any comment upon the situation so far, and especially that the fact I'd referred to him as 'Ray' went unnoticed.

"How old's this guy?" Donna interrupted, breaking my thoughts in an almost ironic fashion.

"Twenty five."

"Closer to Gerard's age than Frank is, basically." Mikey interpreted it in his own pratty way, of course. I wondered if he was just desperate to somehow make his mother hate me, which he then somehow hoped would end up in Gerard dumping me; however he was clearly ignoring the rather obvious fact that Gerard did not give a single fuck as to what anyone else thought.

"Hey Michael. How is the sex with Alicia then? How long can you hold out? You made her come-" Gerard made no hesitation in bringing up the topic of Alicia, evening out the sibling rivalry just a little.

"Gerard!" Donna shook her head, and Mikey smirked at his brother in a way that pissed me off too. "Those are the questions I should be asking." I fucking choked on my pasta, and Mikey looked like he wanted to murder his mother on the spot, which I very much doubted would go down well with anyone, especially the police - they definitely wouldn't approve of it.

"I want to meet her, Mikey." She pressed the words firmly into her younger son's head, making sure he wouldn't push this off with a simple 'I forgot'.

"So do I, Mikey." Gerard joined in for effect, a smirk creeping out onto his face from where it was hiding.

"Frank, if you say one word, I will tell Mr Toro that Gerard took you up the arse" I gulped, my eyes widening as I took in Mikey's threat, reminding myself of the fact that he would go through with it.

"Hey, why do you assume I bottom?" Gerard, of course, chose that to pick up on.

"Because you're a fucking pussy." Mikey rolled his eyes and snapped.

"And yeah, you're a fucking douchebag." Gerard counteracted.

I met Donna's eyes as she shook her head, letting the two brothers throw petty insults like she was used to it, which I did assume by living with the two of them for almost two decades, she more than was. And it was then, in that moment that I truly realised that here was where I belonged.

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