Gerard's POV.
The walk home from school was a boring one, as always. I'd hoped to see Frank along the way, but he never turned up. When I saw him in Mikey's room, I was furious. What was Mikey doing with MY Frank? The more optimistic side of me argued that they're probably just friends, but I swear I saw them holding hands. What if they're together? I'll have to talk to Mikey, get them to stop hanging out, somehow. I can't have someone else even breathing on, let alone touching my Frank. He'll see that he loves me, I just need to give him time. It was pretty surprising when he hit me, I never thought he could fight back like that. To be honest, it was so hot.

When I finally got home, I slammed the door behind me. It's kind of a signal between me and Mikey, if we're up to something that we don't want the other to know about, we close the door really hard, or go up the stairs noisily. Like a warning, I guess.

I climbed the stairs, and opened the door to Mikey's room. My heart skipped a beat. He, Frank and their other friend, the one with the afro, were all sitting on Mikey's bed, playing on the xBox. I tried to look nonchalant, as I said, "Hey Mikey. Fags." Before walking out. I dumped my schoolbag in the corner of my room, about to sit down, when Mikey came in. He looked pretty annoyed.

"Can you not do that?" He hissed angrily.
"Do what?" I asked, sitting down in my chair and blinking innocently. His hand curled into a fist, and it took every part of me to not laugh. Mikey's never been very violent, so this really is hilarious. "Fuck you, Gerard! I'm not going to stand there while you tease and bully and beat up my best friends. You have no idea what you have put Frank through, mentally and physically. You're such a jerk." He yelled, turned on his heel, and left.

Was I really hurting Frank that much? I mean, I know I hit him a lot, and it probably bruises, but it can't be that bad.

I heard a door close again, and the 'fro was disappearing down the stairs. Suppose Frank went with him, too. My heart sank a little when that thought crossed my mind, and I shook it out of my head. I jumped when I realised I hadn't had any coffee yet. Must have coffee, I thought, as I got up from my desk, and went down.

Waiting for the coffee machine to do its magic, I walked lazily up the stairs again. If it weren't for them, I would weight at least four-hundred pounds. I chuckled, and reached for the door handle to Mikey's room. "Hey Mikes, I'm making coffee, d'you - HOLY SHIT!" I screeched. Frank and my brother were on his bed, shirtless, making out. Oh my holy shitballs.

Mikey jumped off of Frank with a speed I didn't even know he was capable of. All I could do was stare at the pair of them, who were blushing insanely. I can't, I can't do this. I turned around, and ran down the stairs again.

They are together. My Frankie is fucking my brother. It isn't right, it's... He can't. He mustn't. My thoughts were interrupted by laughter from upstairs. They're laughing at me, I realised. Mikey said sorry, still laughing his ass off. "Fuck you!" I called back. More laughter. I sat, unbelieving, stirring my coffee. This is the last straw, I have to break them up. When I'm there for Frank after the breakup, he'll love me, like I love him. Mikey will be out of the equation.

The two of them flew down the stairs, hand in hand. They didn't even look at me as they made their way to the door. A moment later, I heard Frank, MY Frank, say, "I love you." My heart burned with jealousy when I heard Mikey's reply. That's supposed to be us. Me and Frank, together. Loving each other. Not Frank and stupid fucking Mikey.

"Yeah, I would like some coffee," Mikey said cheerfully.
"Make it yourself, fucktard." I snapped. He raised an eyebrow. "What's got your panties in a twist?" He pouted.
"What the fuck, Mikey? You're gay, and you didn't tell me!" I yelled, standing up. His jaw tightened.
"You think I'd tell you something like that?" He shouted back. I looked at him in confusion. He exhaled furiously. "Look at the way you treat my friends! Ray isn't even gay, and you bully him and call him a fag. Frank has been through so much because of you, he's already got enough problems at home. His mom's an alcoholic, Gee. She beats him, and his dad left when he was like five." Mikey sighed, sitting down.

Shit. God, poor Frank. No, shut up, Gee. Reputation, homophobia, all that. I pulled my head back into gear, and snorted in what I hoped sounded like derision.
"Serves him right. Emo fag," I said, taking a sip of my coffee. It physically pained me to say stuff like that about Frank, but I had to.

A sharp sound, accompanied by a stinging pain filled the silence. Mikey looked absolutely furious.
"How DARE you!" he practically screamed. What is it with scrawny nerds slapping me, these days? Jesus Christ. "You know NOTHING!" He shrieked, and disappeared up the stairs.

My cheek hurts like hell.