(Mikey ) "Oh so this is the Mikey who you ramble on about so much?" He laughs as more of his awful breath hits my face and makes me scrunch up my nose in disgust. I hit the floor and he simply walks away as Gerard and Frank run over. Maybe they can hear it? Because I feel like my hearts about to jump out of my chest as Frank's hand runs over my face where the jock punched me. Gerard holds out his hand and pulls me up, not a word said, not a word needed to be said. It wasn't anything new, getting punched or called names. It was a daily routine to us. All three of us apart from Ray really...Ray. I never went to Ray before the bell. "I need to go find Ray, Gerard." I whisper lightly, just avoiding crying. I wasn't going to do that in front of the jock, like hell is he going to have that power over me. But I'm definitely not going to cry in front of Frank. "Gee, I'll go look with him, you need to put your shoes on." Frank nods and walks out of the changing rooms with me.

**

"Are you okay? He didn't seem to hit you too hard but it's still going to bruise."
"Yeah...I'm fine." I lie because it stung so much.
"Your voice wobbled, you're not okay Mikey." His hand touches my face and my heart starts to speed up again and I'm sure I'm blushing but I hiss too because of the stinging. He pulls back quickly and I curse under my breath, the stinging could ring through me just for the feeling I got when he touched me.
"Mikey! Where have you been? Oh hey Frank!" Ray's suddenly with us and yes he's my best friend but I really wish he wasn't here right now. Because it was just me and Frank.
"I was with Frank and Gerard." I shrug.
"Oh. Well all the guys are going onto the field Frank." Ray points and Frank smiles.
"Thanks Ray. I'll see you later. Bye Mikes."
I can't help but to blush when Frank is around but now I have to be red, because I stare for a while as he runs away, Ray talking only making me look away. "You started staring at his legs?"
"Wha? No!"
"Mikey...Do you...It doesn't matter, let's go to the bench."
"What? What were you going to say?"
"Nothing." Ray smiles as we walk towards our bench.
Our bench is our bench.
Proof of it is our names, carved on. That's where we sit every free lesson, break and dinner time. I sit and continue to ask Ray, so intrigued by what he was going to ask me.
"Do you like Frank!?" He finally blurts out.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? I guess we're friends..."
"No...Mikey. I mean..." He sighs and I suddenly know what he means, he means do I have a crush on Frank.
"Why would you even? Ray! What made you consider that!?" I feel so bad, lying like that. When I know it must be so clear that I'm lying right now.
"Mikey...don't get mad but I think you're lying."
"I guess that...I have a lot of explaining to do then." I sigh in final decision. To tell Ray everything.

**

Ray's eyes look like they're about to pop out.
Utter shock?
Maybe he's mad.
Maybe he's upset?
"So...why did you feel you couldn't tell me this?"
"I don't know...are you mad?"
"No. I'm disappointed but I wouldn't be mad at you for not telling me that."
"Okay."
"You should tell Frank, Mikes."
"Why? What would that do at all?"
"I've considered in the past that he likes you." I start playing with his afro, patting it and messing it up.
"I love your afro."
"Nice try at avoiding."
"I shouldn't tell him..."
"Why not?"
"Because I'll look like a moron."
"So let's trick Frank!"
"Into what?"
"Confessing his dear love for you!" Ray laughs. "I think he likes you so lets trick him into admitting it."
"I couldn't trick Frank!"
"Couldn't trick Frank into what?" Him and Gerard sit down across from us and he has that smirk playing on his lips, the one that makes me hold my breath, the one that makes me think my hearts about to burst.
"N-nothing." I stutter.
"Aw, Mikes, tell us!" Gerard pouts and flutters his eyes.
"No! Aren't you meant to be in PE?"
"Ended ten minuets ago. We're ditching math. But you are late for English."
"Son of a bitch!" I leap up. "C'mon Ray?"
"I'm ditching." He yawns.
"I'll be on my own!" I whine.
"Ditch."
"We have a test!" I exclaim.
He shrugs and I sigh dropping my bag and sitting back down.
"Franks staying at ours tonight Mikey." My jaw could have hit the table, Ray seems to be gasping for breath, he's laughing so hard. Frank just sits, watching me, eyes sparkling.
"Does mom approve?"
"Moms not in tonight! Her and Dad are going away for the week." Oh crap ass. "Is the reason Ray's about to die from laughing anything to do with what you were going to trick Frank into?"
"Sort of and I'm not going to trick you into anything Frank!"

**

I don't have the time to care about what Gerard and Frank are doing.
I'm too pissed he's staying the night so I slump up to my room and sling my bass strap around my neck, then gently pluck away on the strings. Improvising, creating a simple beat.
A door slams and Frank appears in my door way.
"Gee's gone to get pizza, he said he'd get your usual. What were you and Ray talking about?"
"Stuff."
"It involved me though?"
"Yes. A little." A LOT.
"So why can't you tell me?" He smirks and I take a second to regain my breath.
"It's a secret."
"You're blushing." He states and sits on my bed. "You're so odd Mikey...like, there's something about you, you're hiding. But I can't figure out what."
"Has Gerard told you!?"
"Oh so Gee knows, I'll be back soon."
"Where are you going?"
"To get drink, Gee's going to be getting all drunk and blurty." He winks, laughs and walks away.

**

(Frank.)
I can't help but giggle as I see Gee rolling on the floor laughing, he was drunk.
"So Gee."
"So Frank!"
"What's Mikey's secret then?"
"What secret?" He sits up with a puzzled look on his face.
"The one that you know, only you. Ray possibly."
"Oh! That secret. He'd kill me if I told you!"
"He doesn't need to know you told me though."
"But...he's my wickle brother! How upset he'll be..."
"Gee?"
"Well...He told me about a year ago."
"Yes..."
"That he thinks." Gee's eyes start to flutter, closing slowly.
"What does he think?"
"He thinks that he's..." A yawn escapes as he lays down on the floor.
"Go on Gee."
"He thinks he's bisexual..." His eyes flop shut and I bite my tongue to stop me from erupting into laughter and singing.
I go up to his room and peer through the door.
Lay out on his bed, bass next to him, snoring lightly.
My Mikey.