"C'mon, Frank, how bad can he really be?" Mikey's smile stretched up into a grin as he marched off down the field, leaving me to awkwardly trail behind him like some sort of lost puppy.

I didn't particularly want to follow him, especially amidst his ridiculous, albeit good natured preposition regarding this guy he'd briefly conversed with during the one maths class he hadn't managed to bunk off from this term. Apparently, the teacher even looked surprised to see him walk into the room.

And after the aforementioned ordeal, Mikey had now invited the guy to have lunch with us, which in my mind was nothing short of a fucking ridiculous idea; however Mikey really seemed to think otherwise.

"You were best friends with Skully, for Christ's sake." I groaned, slowly coming to accept that I really had no choice other than to follow Mikey, albeit more than a little reluctantly. Well, more than a just a little actually, as there was an unfortunately high chance that this guy was a major arsehole, seeing as he appeared to get along with Mikey so well for one.

"The key word here being was." He pushed his point forward with a smirk, his eyes meeting mine in an almost hypnotic manner and I began to wonder just how many mind games Mikey reckoned he was capable of using with me, and of course of that number, how many were unbeknownst to me, actually working.

"Still happened, though, didn't it?" I caught up with him, sending a mildly pissed off glare in his direction to aid the sarcastic chirp with which my words left my lips.

"Shut up, you're fucking my brother, in the present tense, and I still put up with you." He raised his eyebrows at me to accentuate his point and I couldn't help as a blush slipped past my barrier of emotion and onto my cheeks, not that the aforementioned barrier of emotion was particularly sturdy in the first place, especially not since Gerard came into my life; since Gerard, everything's been a train wreck, but somehow, it was a good train wreck - the best kind, in fact.

"We don't fuck." I met his gaze to show that I was telling him the fucking truth, and wondering whether it would ever really sink into his head.

"Yeah, you make love, whatever." Mikey pulled the words from his lips as if they were without meaning, whereas from my perspective, it was simply none other than the contrary, because the promises like these that Gerard made to me, they meant everything.

The way Gerard wanted to wait until I was eighteen before we had sex, and the way he put his beer away entirely because it made uncomfortable, it meant so much, because no one else had ever cared quite so much about me, and it's sad to think I was in such a state to fall in love with the first people to give a damn, but maybe that's how it should be, because the person that gives a damn is the most important one of all.

"Mikey, we don't have sex - simple as that." I stopped to meet his gaze, pausing between my harshly spat out words to ensure they successful implanted themselves amongst every fibre of his being; drifting around in his bloodstream as a constant and somewhat irritating reminder as to what was the truth.

"Gerard says he doesn't do a lot of things, you know, Frank." Mikey chose those words carefully, because he knew that out of everything he could have said, it was those few words that would affect him the most, and he loved that. He loved the way the attention was diverted and suddenly I was giving far too much of a fuck about Gerard and those stupid fucking pills.

"I'm not Gerard." I let out a sigh, hating to detach myself from him like this just to detach myself from a tricky situation.

"Just because I'm dating him, doesn't mean I am him." I fought the urge to lash out as Mikey flinched at the word dating, seemingly unable to think for me in his actions as well, or maybe he was just continuing to be an ass about it, because it was Mikey and that was what he did.

"Same goes for me. I'm not Skully, just because I was friends with him doesn't mean I haven't changed since then." My point still stands, because you're still a fucking arsehole.

I wanted to say that to him; to scream it at him with all my might, but it didn't work - the words wouldn't leave my lips and I grew slowly to accept the utter fucking coward I am. Maybe it's for the best - who knows? Maybe I'm just saying that to avoid an imminent mental breakdown. Again, who knows?

"You haven't: you're still the world's biggest arsehole ever known." And as he broke into a grin everything somehow fixed itself, because you know, our friendship was alright besides the brother dating, bully befriending, and general war crimes between the two of us. Or at least it was the best friendship I'd ever had.

What Gerard and I shared was something else entirely; there was no word to define it, and it just wasn't quite love. It was different and I just wasn't sure as to how. It was just Frank and Gerard. Gerard and Frank. It was us and that was the only word that could even come close; because the way we felt about each other couldn't be covered with words.

There wasn't a word for that weightless feeling you get as your stomach uproots itself and floats into nothingness as your eyes meet. And the way the hazel tones of his eyes; greens, golds, and browns mix together in a concoction reminding me of nature, reminding me of the woodland, and of home, makes me feel safe within in an instant. There isn't a word for the way he kisses me and the way after smoking he tastes like nicotine and chocolate in the best way.

There isn't a word - it's just Gerard.

"Too right I am, better than Gerard's arsehole, am I? Seeing as you'd be the right person to ask-" His unpleasant words snapped me out of my daydream within instants, bringing me back into the harshness of reality and away from the Gerard locked in my memory; smiling and waving me goodbye as I passed back into reality.

"Mikey Way I will decapitate you-" I began, only for his words to interrupt me in a manner typically characteristic of him.

"Shall I just introduce you to the dude I was going to?" He didn't even wait for an answer before dragging me down into the corner of the field to face a guy, leaning against a tree as he seemed to survey over the field, seeming to somehow find peace in the students turned into wild animals as they ran amok in packs.

The guy had some pretty serious eyeliner game and he wore it fucking well, rimmed around his brown eyes, his fringe cut choppily in a style that wasn't overgrown at all, but simply designed to grow in such a manner that obstructed his vision, and really I didn't blame him - there wasn't an awful lot worth seeing around this fucking school.

I assumed he was new, having not seen him before and even despite my practically non-existent social status, I knew most of the people here. He looked to be at least a Junior as well, so it wasn't as if he'd hidden amongst the Freshman for the majority of the year.

Anyway, it wasn't as if Mikey was the type to consider that anyone younger than him would actually have human emotions, especially not a Freshman. If there's someone Mikey Way hates more than his brother, it's the Freshmen, and his frequent rants upon the matter are something to be avoided at all costs.

"Pete, hey." Mikey forced his lips up into a small smile as we ground to a halt besides eyeliner guy, who I assumed was called Pete, that is of course unless Mikey was talking to the tree, and it was Mikey, but I reckoned he hadn't quite gone that insane yet. Yet.

"Hey." Pete responded; I deduced by now that he definitely wasn't the tree, which was good, because I really didn't want to stand here awkwardly as Mikey conversed vividly with a fucking tree. That would have gotten us some really fucking odd looks, and it wasn't as if Skully and his 'cronies' had me under enough scrutiny as it was; spending my days dodging their little pack was not the best of pastimes.

I watched as his pair of raccoon eyes connected with mine, clenching my fists at the eyebrow raise that shortly followed. With the amount of eyeliner this guy wore I was surprised his face still looked relatively normal and not distorted to hell after up being constantly met with a fist or the floor, or god knows what else Skully felt like that particular day.

"Who's this, Mikey?" He asked Mikey, seemingly unaware that I could answer a fucking question by myself. Or maybe he'd expected me to speak by now and had assumed I was mute. Maybe being mute wouldn't be so bad; surely the absence of my big mouth would save me from a heck of a lot of shit that I get myself into on a far too regular basis.

"Frank." I answered for him, not entirely trusting Mikey to introduce me as something other than the arsehole that fucks his brother, which is also technically inaccurate - not the arsehole part of course: that was spot on.

Pete nodded, approving of my name or whatever; maybe he was just being nice. The latter was pretty much a foreign concept to me, so I went with the former.

"Nice name, dude, nice name. It's very frank if you get what I mean." I had to pinch myself to check that this dude was for real. He glanced between the two of us and our equally blank faces. "You know, 'frank' as in honest, and because your name's Frank-"

"I was aware of my own name, yes." I met him with raised eyebrows this time, but he didn't appear at all nervous and then my shot backfired right in my face as that did accomplish nothing other than unnerving me myself, which was fucking fantastic, of course.

"Frank, I know you're all sexually frustrated and shit, but-" Mikey began, but was soon ground to a halt by God knows what, but whatever it was I didn't  pry, simply thanking it to hell for fucking saving my ass. Pete didn't need to know about Gerard and I- in fact, neither did Mikey.

Gerard and I was very personally, meant only for Gerard and I - a letter addressed to us only, yet people seemed to be blind to the name label, ripping the envelope open regardless, and then convincing themselves that they had the right to be angry or even disgusted with what was privately inside (not nudes, this is a metaphor. Metaphorical nudes, perhaps?).

"I can help with that." Pete chimed in, his face laden and ready with a smirk: this guy was an ass - I could tell that already, but really there wasn't an awful lot of speculation when it came down to the fact that he was friends with Mikey. The younger Way brother seemed to reel in arseholes like he was some sort of douchebag magnet and I promise you, that didn't sound nearly as messed up in my head.

"I'm fine. Mikey's being a douche." I assured him, doing my best to turn a blind eye to the genuinely disheartened look I received in return. It was kind of hard, and terribly unnerving, but I managed it.

"Whatever, dude. I'd 'sort you out' anytime though." He completed that sentence with a wink, urging me to feel the need to scream something about Gerard out at him, but something like that really wouldn’t be the best idea, considering our location - the school field, and considering the subject matter - my gay, slightly illegal relationship, with my best friend's brother.

"Maybe you should ask Mikey-" I began, only for my words to be cut off and maybe in this situation that was a good thing.

"Guys..." A word trailed from Mikey's lips, his eyes connecting with mine, the hazel tones brought out into a gold that acted more as some sort of warning beacon than anything attractive. He was my boyfriend's little brother though, so of course the latter would be absurd and kind of weird.

"Yeah?" Pete replied, his voice somehow calm despite Mikey's noticeable discomfort.

"That's Skully." Mikey pointed to a figure nearing us. "And that, there, that's a fucking knife. I wasn't sure at first, but fuck, it's a fucking knife-"

"Mikey, calm your fucking tits!" Pete exclaimed, his tone somehow relatively calm in regards to the situation at hand. "I can take that faggot." I cringed at the slur, but I tried my best not to show it, because if Pete was that kind of guy, I wouldn't assume he'd take my personal offense and the reason behind it particularly well at all.

"You fucking can't, Pete." Mikey found himself actually laughing it off. "What the fuck do we do? He'll find us wherever we hide!"

"We can go to Mr Toro's room." I interjected and I swear that was the first time Mikey had actually looked anything but pissed off at the mention of the music teacher's existence.

-

"Frank-" Ray could barely even push two syllables out before the three of us charged into his room and Mikey pushed a chair against the door in order to keep it shut.

"What the fuck?" He glanced between the three of us, his eyes fixating upon Pete for a moment longer, probably due to the fact he'd never seen the guy before.

"He's a teacher and he just said fuck." Pete glanced between us as if he'd witnessed some sort of world first, leaving me to be reminded of the fact that he'd never met Ray before.

"Get over it." Mikey mumbled, rolling his eyes in Pete's direction and pushing the chair against the door one final time to ensure that it was secure.

"Anyone care to explain to me as to what the hell is going on?" Ray asked for the second time, glancing between us again, his eyes eventually settling upon me, figuring I'd be the most likely to tell him.

"That Skully guy." I answered simply and Ray let out a sigh, clearly just as pissed off with them as I was by now.

"Jesus Christ, again? How does he get away with this?" He said aloud to no one in particular - that didn't stop Mikey answering him though of course.

"Because everyone's fucking scared of him." Mikey announced with a sigh, pulling his face up into a sarcastic grin.

"He has a knife." Pete pointed out, as if it hadn't already been covered quite enough by now. "A real fucking knife, like dude." His eyes widened and it was then I came to realise that this Pete dude was kind of messed up, but  with the fact that Mikey's taken a liking to him, that was generally taken for granted.

"He threatened you?" Ray asked, eyes opened wide in disbelief.

"We ran before he could." Mikey let out a sigh. "So of course there's no real evidence, but it's not as if anyone's going to fucking chance it with Skully and a fucking knife."

"It's a real big knife as well." Pete added, presumably for some kind of effect.

"We're screwed, basically." Mikey added, in what I hated to admit was really nothing short of the painful truth.

I let out a sigh, drifting towards the back of the room and sinking down into a chair, and moments later Ray joined me.

"So you two forgave each other?" He asked, glancing between Mikey and I with a somewhat confused expression, leaving me to remember how I'd patched things up in my life without a word to Ray, despite having him for two lessons since then.

"Yeah." I let out a sigh. "It wasn't expected or anything, man it's just easier when we aren't mortal enemies. He's kind of got over the initial shock of the whole Gerard thing as well, but he's still a bit dodgy about it on the whole."

I forced myself into a smile as I faced Ray, maybe just to show him that I was okay and that Mikey hadn't pressed me into this or something like that. "It's expected though." I added in reference to my previous point.

"All's good with me as long as it's good with you. Mikey's just a student, after all." He smiled at me, then turning to glance at Mikey.

"What about me?" I inquired. "What am I?"

"Oh, you're my friend." He grinned, before adding a simple, "of course."

"Of course." I returned, any weird connotations to situations like this had been removed entirely when I had started dating Gerard.

"I swear we're going to have to camp out in here until the fucking world ends." Mikey grumbled, trailing over to the two of us. "Remember not to suck Mr Toro's dick too much - Gerard will get jealous since he's a brat like that."

"Hey, Mikey. Why don't you shut the fuck up!" Ray snapped, his voice laden with the demeanour of a severely pissed off music teacher who'd had his free lunch period interrupted by three pissed off Junior kids. This of course did nothing but gain the subject matter further unwanted attention in the form of Pete.

"Is drama unfolding?" Pete stood beside Mikey as he looked between us. "I thought this was a music class room."

"I'll send you out in a fucking minute." Ray snapped, clearly not taking well Pete’s pun which was quite possibly worse than the last, but with the atrocity of these things, it was growing increasingly hard to tell.

Pete simply scowled in response, leaving Mikey to continue in front of him.

"So, I'm not allowed to be even slightly pissed off with the fact that my best friend's fucking my older brother-

"What?" Pete interjected, reminding us all very helpfully of his presence.

"I'm fucking gay, got a fucking problem?" I snapped out in a tone that was really kind of just uncalled for, but I was so fucking done with this shit from Mikey, it just had to come out somewhere, I guess.

"Dude, so am I!" Pete exclaimed, eyes widened and face fit with the grin of a child, rendering this situation nothing short of absolutely fucking ridiculous. "I respect your boyfriend of course, so..." He smiled, making a peace sign.

Well, that was unexpected- okay, maybe the eyeliner was a giveaway.

"My brother." Mikey snapped aloud, and I left myself to wonder just how Mikey would take to the fact that both of his best friends were flaming homosexuals - it amused me, to say the least. "My brother, you mean. My twenty two year old brother, who may I add is just a little messed up in the head."

"Who is still not quite as much of an arsehole as you." I noted, but Mikey simply grinned, somehow managing to take the word arsehole as a compliment every time.

"Indeed, some even say it's my best quality." Mikey said in quite possibly the campest voice known to man, and I wondered how he could manage to get so pissed off at Gerard and I. Maybe it was a sibling thing - I didn't know, seeing as he didn't even particularly value Gerard as a sibling at all in the first place.

"You know what I'd have to agree with that." Ray interjected with a smirk, beaming across at me with what seemed like the smuggest expression I'd ever seen; I wanted to give him a world record for that alone.

"You can't say that!" Mikey exclaimed, eyes widening as he still stumbled to get over the fact that even despite my previous beliefs, that not all teachers are utter assholes.

"I just did."

"You're alright actually, Ray, was it?" Mikey said with a smile and I nearly casted this off as another imaginary situation, but it was all too real in fact.

"Ray, indeed." He said with a smile before catching my gaze out of the corner of his eye and tossing me a look of utter disbelief that I could really only return.

"You're coming to Frank's eighteenth birthday party, alright." Mikey shoved the statement in his direction in the way a bartender would slide a drink across a table. Ray blinked at Mikey for a few seconds, possibly processing and assessing just how illegal that is.

"What?" I interrupted their conversation. "I'm not having a party. Mikey you can fuck off with this idea."

"Oh, but this isn't my idea - it's Gerard's."

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