One fine afternoon, Frank was lying on his bed, thinking about life. He contemplated his abilities and questioned his humanity.

Gerard threw himself on the bed, poking Frank's cheek, "Whatcha thinking about?"

Pete appeared out of thin and air looked over at Frank from the other side of his bed, "Yeah, what goes dude?"

"The f*ck? How did you get here?" Frank got up and went to the door. When he opened it, Kellin stood watching him with crossed eyes.
"Umm... Hi?" Frank said and let Kellin in, "Just waltz on in then."

Pete bro-fived Kellin and Gerard hugged him. Frank's blood boiled. He just wanted to be alone to think to himself. He just wanted there to be a time where his head wasn't louder than any mouths.

"What were we talking about?" Pete asked and knit his eyebrows into a confused face.

Gerard shrugged, "Man... I don't know. Frank's being a pissy pussy."
"Am not!" Frank pouted. He'd had enough. He grabbed his shoes and threw on a brown leather jacket violently.

Pete, Gerard, and Kellin were already in Frank's car when he went to leave his house. They all piled in the back seat.

Gerard whipped out a board and pen, doing a roll call, "Gerard is here."

"Pete is present!" Pete said and typed into his phone with his hood pulled up over his head.

"Kellin is killing it!" Kellin said and stuck out his tongue.

Gerard went down the list, "Frankie?"

Frank hit the steering wheel and glared at Gerard, "What?"

"I'm missing somebody..." Gerard said and tapped the pen against his lips.

"I'm right here!" Joe said from the trunk. His furry head popped up and his hand waved at the four of us. Then he lifted his body and fell into the backseat.

"Hey Joe," Pete said and patted his back.

Kellin reached up from the backseat and pointed to the road in front of Frank, "Yo Frank! Focus!"

"Right... Sorry. Where are we even going?" Frank questioned.

Pete shrugged and kept his eyes down, "I don't know man, it's your call. You're driving."

Frank pulled into Starbucks and got out of the car with Pete, Kellin, Gerard, and Joe. The five of them walked into Starbucks and ordered drinks. Just then, Patrick and Dallon chimed in when the goddamn door opened and then closed behind them.

"Hey!" everyone shouted in delight, half scaring Frank out of his shorts.

Patrick smiled and held a steaming coffee cup. Dallon had a frappachino held loosely in his hand.

The - now - seven of them crammed into a booth. Frank sat in the middle, feeling claustrophobic. Dallon sucked on his straw in the corner next to him. He was having trouble getting the chocolate chips up his straw, so it made an annoying sound. Joe leaned back against the wall and played air-guitar, rocking his hair around. Pete was interrupting Patrick with a story from Warped Tour. Patrick was getting annoyed and would spin his coffee in his fingers on the table. Gerard and Kellin were rubbing shoulders awkwardly and laughing at Pete's story.

And Frank just sat there and did nothing but stare holes into the table.

There was no one but them in the Starbucks. The workers were started to grow annoyed of them theirselves. Janitors and bus boys got tired of picking up Gerard's straw wrappers and napkins that he threw around the room.

Frank stood up abruptly and balanced his hands on the table, "You know what? No. I can't do this." He went outside and let his shaky hand light a cigarette in the chilly air.

Pete came out first, leaning against the uneven brick wall, "You okay?" he asked.

Frank nodded, "Fine." He blew out a puff of smoke and looked off into a distance.

"Cool... Cool..." Pete said and kicked a pebble with his shoe.

"Who sent you out here?" Frank asked.

Pete shook his head, "No one sent me out here. I'm sorry, did I need your permission?"

Frank smirked. He liked Pete's sarcasm. It made him feel less sensitive, "Yes."

"Okay then," Pete straightened up, "Frank... Am I allowed to-"

"Kiss me?" Frank finished quickly, "Yeah, of course you can."

Frank pulled the collar of Pete's white hoodie and kissed his lips. Pete was surprised at first and put a hand on Frank's chest to push him off, but eventually liked the kiss as it deepened.

"What the f*ck do you think you're doing with my boyfriend?" Gerard shouted at Pete with his hands on his hips.

Pete's lips smacked against mine when he pulled away and he wiped his face, "Sorry..."

Patrick looked petrified. Poor guy.

Kellin frowned from behind Gerard, "Wait... You're dating Frank? After all of the flirting we've been through?"

Dallon tried to make sense of it all. You could literally see his brain try to process all of the information. His fingers moved from person to person to keep track.

Joe was trying to cover up his laugh and muttered something along the lines of, "Ferard or Feet?"

Gerard's neck snapped from one side to another and waited for Pete and I's explanations. Patrick was waiting as well, tapping his black Velcro shoes.

"He kissed me," we both said at the same time and pointed at each other.

"Liar!" Gerard and Patrick said in unison.

"Cheaters!" Joe added in.

"Not now Joe!" Kellin gave Joe a finger and playfully shove him by his shoulder.

"Thanks Pete," Gerard's lip quivered, "You've f*cked up my relationship."

Patrick giggled a little, despite his attempts to hide it and be serious, "Thanks Pete..."

Gerard growled and stormed off behind the building. Pete and Patrick started arguing while Kellin and Joe tried to mediate. No one noticed Frank slip out.

Gerard wiped a tear out of his eye and hit his forehead against the wall.

"Go away Frankie..." Gerard said when he heard Frank approach.

"Come back Gerard..." Frank looked from his shoes to Gerard. He poured his heart and soul.

Gerard closed his eyes and bit his lip, then turned around and walked up swiftly towards Frank. He grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards him, smothering Frank's lips. He bit Frank's bottom lip to open his tight lips and slipped his tongue in.

Gerard pulled back and licked his lips, looking up at the sky, "Damn... Pete tastes good... He tastes like you, only sweeter..."

Frank wore a confused look.

"PETE WENTZ!" Gerard screamed and ran after him.

Frank walked back around the building to find that not only was Gerard chasing Pete down the sidewalk, but Patrick, Kellin, and Joe had followed them. They were all hungry for some Wentz.

"There's not enough Wentz to go around!" Pete shouted behind him.

"That's why I need you all to myself!" Patrick wheezed and screamed as loud as he could.

"Why are we running?" Kellin yelled and received no answer.

Frank backed into his car and drove away without an explanation. He didn't need one and sure didn't want one.

Written by Frank, aka @Youngbloods5century