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Chapter 4

"Why are you so pissed off? I can hear it through the wire. It's late night why aren't you sleeping, shouldn't you be in bed? Come on and state your case, don't leave me in the dark, I hear the silence on the line... Yeah, all those broken parts. I gave you the part of me, the only one that you could see; tell me it doesn't mean a thing,"

Don't Say Anything by Sleeping With Sirens

Gerard and Frank were two emo messes. Separately, of course, but they were sobbing, heart-broken guys who liked perhaps too many bands and perhaps loved each other too much.

Lindsey could prove all those points.

Whilst Gee had tried to seem tough, his façade was broken when he went to Lindsey's house and came into her room without knocking to simply collapse on the girl's bed face-down in that humid Saturday afternoon, a day after the thing.

Lindsey knew her best friend, so she let Gerard lie down and pretend everything was alright, until, inevitably, she got bored.

"So!" She clasped her hands together, making a loud sound and standing up from her desk chair, after closing her laptop, refusing to see the back of Gerard's greasy hair any longer. "Any reason why you, oh so kindly, decided to take a nap in my bed?"

Gerard groaned in reply.

"Okay, yes, great, we get that you're a moody teenager. Now, spill," Lindsey decided that if Gerard wasn't gonna do the talking, then she might as well do it herself, as she plopped down next to the guy on her bed.

Gee gave her a deep sigh and sat up, resting his head on Lindsey's shoulder and glaring at the floor.

"Whatever happened, I'm sure my carpet has nothing to do with it, man up and tell your best friend,"

"Fuck you,"

"Thanks," She smiled; glad she at least got him to talk after about an hour of silence. Gee ran a hand through his hair only to lean on Lindsey's shoulder again and huff.

"I told him. I told Frank I'm a guy and he... Let's just say he's not gay," Gerard mumbled. "He has every right to be mad at me, or to hate me, but fuck, I love him, and I'm too selfish to let him go," He sniffed.

"Did you tell him you love him?" Gerard nodded. "Did he say it back?" He shook his head up and down again. Lindsey frowned and leaned back on the wall next to Gerard, finger tapping her chin.

"He hates me,"

"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions, Gee. He's just a confused straight boy, and the fact that he fell for a guy just scared him away, sweetie. Don't worry, he'll eventually come around," Maybe it was bullshit falling from Lindsey's lips, but there was a guy who liked to dress in skirts from time to time sobbing on her bed needing consolation.

Gee sniffed. "How do you know that?"

"Because I'm Lindsey fucking Ballato, honey," She smiled, and Gerard couldn't help but feel the corner of his lips tug upwards. "And you, you're Gerard Arthur motherfucking Way, and that one right there-" Lindsey pointed at her Green Day poster on the back of her door. "-is Billie Joe Armstrong: the hottest forty year-old ever. Now get your shit together because we are having a party,"

Gerard laughed. "Billie Joe is indeed very fucking hot, but a party? You know I don't do parties, Linds..." He trailed off as Lindsey jumped up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed at Gerard.

"The fuck do you think I mean by party? We're inviting June, Jamia, Colton, Jasper and buying alcohol, princess,"

"Now that's what I call a party," Gee grinned.

"And that's the Gerard Way I know," Lindsey smiled wider, watching Gerard get up from the bed and wipe his nose with his sleeve; ew. She reached for her bag and put it across her shoulder, snatching her car keys from her desk and following Gee downstairs; glad her mom let her borrow her credit card.

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"Oi, mate, leave some Vodka for us," Jasper's strong Irish accent reached Gerard's ears and he stopped mid-gulp to flip Jasper off. Fuck him; Gerard needed the alcohol in his system more than the blonde-haired boy. Jasper shook his head with a smile.

Gerard downed the rest of the bottle in a quick swig and then placed it back on the table, stretching his limbs on the couch. Tonight, his attire consisted of tight black jeans and a random grey Blink-182 shirt, and after a few cups of beer, he now sported red lipstick as well.

His eyes scanned the room with an emotion-less face. June and Lindsey were chatting animatedly, holding bottles of something in their hands while Colton flirted with Jamia, though she was pretty much ignoring him. The Misfits were blasting through his old speakers, and with his dizzy head, he decided he didn't need Frank, because fuck him, he liked skirts.

It wasn't Gerard's fault he had a dick, nor that Frank mistook him as a girl.

Were they even a thing anymore? Gerard guessed Frank broke it off when he was kicked out of his boyfriend's house. Gerard snickered. He did not regret telling Frank about his genitalia, because it was gonna happen sooner or later, but he was pretty happy he at least sucked Frank's dick.

He guessed he could tick off 'Give Frank Iero head' from his bucket list. Now the only missing things were to actually fuck Frank, visit Switzerland and learn how to ride a horse. Gerard narrowed his eyes; none of them seemed quite possible right now.

"Jasper,"

"Yeah?"

"How far is Switzerland from here? Do you think I can get there walking?" Gerard rolled his head to the side to look at Jasper, who simply laughed at his question, and basically at his overall drunk friend. Gerard narrowed his eyes. "Don't laugh at me, Leprechaun,"

"Leprechaun? I'm taller than you, Gee," Jasper smiled and placed his hands behind his head, his foot tapping to the rhythm of Misfits' Last Caress.

"You suck," Was Gerard's comeback. He was too tired for this shit, too drunk for this shit, and he just wanted to sleep forever and stop thinking about a short boy covered in tattoos.

"You're the gay one here,"

"You're gay,"

Jasper chuckled. "And you're drunk,"

"Boo-hoo, tell me something I don't know, Jasper," Gerard growled and unconsciously leaned his shoulder on Jasper's shoulder. He closed his eyes, and an unwanted image of Frank Iero's pleasure distorted face came to his mind. "I'm so stupid," He lamented.

"You're not, Gee," Jasper sighed. Lindsey had told them all of what happened, and they had all agreed not to mention it as long and Gerard didn't. "It's not your fault he couldn't handle some dick,"

Gee groaned. "But he's straight! You're straight, would you like it if the girl you loved suddenly whipped out a cock and slapped you in the face with it?" He dared, narrowing his eyes at his friend. Jasper choked with his own saliva.

"Did you actually do that Gerard?"

Gerard sighed dramatically. "No. He did though, I sucked him off," He exclaimed proudly, and Jasper grimaced. "But either way; he freaked out, and he has every right to hate me, or hunt me down with pitchforks and torches, but I looove him," He cried, burying his face into Jasper's shoulder.

"Does he love you?"

Gerard scrunched up his face. "No? Yes? He did, I guess, I don't think he does anymore... You know why?" He asked, and then dropped his voice to a hushed whisper, as if he was telling Jasper a secret. "I have a dick,"

And just like that, the drunk man dressed in skinny jeans that were far too tight burst out laughing, before passing out.

Around thirteen hours later, Lindsey's doorbell rang and she nonchalantly walked downstairs to open the door and see who the fuck dared interrupt her adult film-watching, because surprise motherfucker; girls masturbate too.

She expected maybe June to come back to retrieve her forgotten cell phone, perhaps Jamia demanding for them to hang out, but out of all people, the least one she expected was Mikey Way, Gee's brother. I mean, she should've seen it coming; Gerard was passed out on her couch still, but during her..."studying" she had completely forgotten about him, woops.

"Uh, hey, I'm Mikey," Gerard's brother awkwardly stuttered out. He was still in high school, and it wasn't like he daily talked to college girls, Gerard's friends or not. He had every reason to be awkward. "Lindsey, right?"

Lindsey smiled. "That'd be me. Are you here for your passed out brother? Come right in," She opened the door and Mikey sighed, following her in.

There, slumped face-down on the sofa, laid Mikey's brother, a leg hanging off the couch and his hair greasy as always. He could see his boxer-covered ass since his jeans had slid down his waist, and Gerard's face was buried into the fabric, his greasy hair standing out in every direction. Mikey sighed.

"Do I wake him up or will you?"

"Don't worry about it; I'll rid you of him. Thanks, by the way,"

"Nah, thanks for taking him back home, he was starting to rot," Lindsey shot Mikey a grin and without another word walked upstairs, leaving the lanky boy to take care of his brother.

"Gerard," Mikey tried, nudging his shoulder and kneeling next to the couch. Now don't get excited, this is Mikey and the bathtub was nowhere near them. "Geraaard, come on," Mikey whined, tugging at his brother's arm.

Finally, Gerard grunted.

"What year is it?" He groaned out, squinting his eyes as he turned his head to look at his brother. Mikey rolled his eyes.

"April 9th, 2078. Happy birthday," Mikey exclaimed sarcastically and Gerard grinned. "Wake the fuck up, Gerard; you've been here for half a day,"

And then, like a miracle, Gerard was actually moving to a sitting position, his hands flying up to hold his throbbing head. He released a deep breath and lurched forward, feeling the bile rise up his throat. Gerard caught himself before he puked all over Lindsey's floor and instead burped.

"Okay, I'm up," He stood up, placing a hand on Mikey's shoulder to walk steadily. His head still hurt like a motherfucker, and he was trying very fucking hard not to fall to his knees and vomit.

Stumbling, the Way brothers made their way to the door and out of the house. Mikey helped Gerard into their mom's car, which he had borrowed without her consent, but he decided his brother was more important than that fact. He got into the driver's seat as Gerard leaned his head against the window, ready to fall asleep.

"What happened?"

"I got drunk," Gerard shrugged. He was pretty sure this wasn't a hangover, he was just plain dying, and he didn't fancy his last moments of life based around Mikey scolding him.

"Figured that much, Gerard," Mikey sighed.

"Orei Knarf," The older of the two groaned, and Mikey shot him a look of pure confusion, then his gaze snapped back to the road and he pressed down on the brakes as a car passed in front of them and they both lurched forward. "Fuck, Mikey! Watch out,"

"I'm not even allowed to drive, Gerard, let alone have my license, just be glad it's me picking you up and not mom, fuckface," Mikey grumbled as he continued driving again, glancing at his brother once in a while to make sure he hadn't died yet. "And what the fuck does 'oreo knaf' mean?"

Gerard giggled. "It means Frank Iero backwards, little brother,"

Mikey snorted. Leave it to his brother to say someone's name backwards when he is hangover. He truly acted like a child sometimes. He pulled over in their driveway and turned the car off, then turned to his brother.

"Am I gonna have to guess what happened or are you gonna tell me?"

"I told him. He freaked out, told me to leave his house. I went to Linds', got pissed," Gerard shrugged, threatening to pass out yet again against the window; he was already curled up against the door with his eyes closed. He smiled sadly. "He was so fucking mad- you should've seen it,"

Mikey grimaced and placed his hand in Gerard's shoulder.

He honestly had no experience with revealing to someone he had a dick, or someone revealing to him that they were male. Mikey imagined Alicia confessing she had a penis. He shuddered. No, he had seen her naked, all good; no unwanted penises.

"I told him I loved him, before that," Gee continued with a frown. "He said he loved me back but... He snapped when I told him. I knew that was gonna happen, I just, he had every right, he has every right... I just don't want it to end, Mikey," He whispered the last part before a few tears made their way down his face and his brother soothingly rubbed his back.

Mikey opened his mouth to speak, to try and say something to console his brother, but before he could get a word out, Gerard was leaning forward and puking all over the car's floor.

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when sws is coming to your extremely-unknown country but you're broke

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