Apartment B16

Brendon’s POV

“Your friend owns Angels & Kings?!”

“No fucking way!” Gerard basically yelled into Frank’s face. “Brendon and I’ve only been in there once and that’s just because our friend was dating one of the bartenders!”
I scoffed, “Yeah, and the only thing we did there was set up shit for the guys performing. We didn’t get to have any fun!”

“Well, Patrick said he’d give us both jobs if we passed the test,” Frank said chucking one of the empty moving boxes across the room.

Ryan looked at Frank, “What test? You didn’t say shit about a test?”

“Don’t worry too much about it; it’s just to see what job you get,” He sighed, getting up off the couch. “You know, like if you’re good at making drinks you get to be a bartender or if you can perform something you get to be one of the acts that night. Shit like that.” Frank plopped himself on my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. The only thing I could do was awkwardly place my hands on his hips.

Ryan slumped down on the couch, “What if I’m not good at any of those things?”

“Come on, you’re probably really good at something,” Gerard said poking him in the side.

Ryan swatted his hand away, “Um, no. I’m not very good at anything and poke me again, you’ll regret it.”

“Can you make drinks?” I asked him.

“Anything you want straight out of the bottle, dry or on the rocks?” He joked.

“Whatever,” Frank snorted. “Anyways, it won’t matter till we get there.”

“So I guess we can leave now?” I suggested.

Frank kissed my cheek and jumped out of my lap, “Yeah, babe. We can go now.”

From across the coffee table, I felt Ryan’s glare on me.

***Small time lapse***
Frank’s POV

We were all walking down the street to the bar, Gerard talking to Brendon about how they were going to spend their night and Ryan was walking a little too close for my liking. He’s a little clingy, I know, but I don’t want to be rude as fuck and move away. That would be a little too much.

We were following Gerard and Brendon cause we don’t know where the fuck we’re going and apparently they do. I zoned out a little, noticing how Brendon had a natural sway to his hips. Goddamn the boy had a nice ass. He was wearing a pair of bright ass, red skinny jeans that accentuated his ass quite nicely. I wonder if his ass looked as nice without his jeans on.

I felt something hit my arm that yanked me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Ryan looking at me incredulously.

I glare at him, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I asked you a question.” Ryan said, frowning even more.

I sigh, “Okay, I’m sorry. I zoned out,” I smiled at him, “So what’s your question, Ry?”

“I asked if you’r-“

“Hey fucker, your phone’s a ringing. And do you know what that means? It means you pick up the goddamn phone!”

I pulled out my phone and looked at the caller I.D. and saw it was the one and only. I looked up at Ryan and saw that he looked slightly pissed. I gave him a look and he rolled his eyes and walked a little faster to catch up with the other two.

I finally answered the phone, “What’s up, Patrick.”

“What’s up? What’s up?! That’s all you’re gonna say to me when I’ve been trying to get a hold of you the whole goddamn day!”

I slapped my palm against my forehead. “Fuck! Sorry, Rick. I was doing a bunch of shit today and stuff. Anyways I got some good news if you wanna hear?”

I heard him sigh dramatically and I could basically hear him waving his arms around in exasperation, “I haven’t seen you in forever! Of course I wanna know!”

“Okay. We’re on our way over right now.”

“Holy! Why didn’t you call me!”

“We’re here!” Shouted Brendon from ahead. I looked up and saw the neon sign a couple yards away and a line that stretched all the way around the corner.

“Who was that?” Patrick asked with genuine curiosity.

I smirked, “Some good news,” I looked back at the long ass line and at the guys, “Hey Patrick? You gonna come out and get us or what?”

“Oh yeah! Sure, wait by the front. Give me a sec, okay!”

I laughed aloud, “Yeah, sure, babe. Anything for you.”

I walked up to the guys who went to stand in line and shook my head.

“Hey, guys. What did I say? I got this, now come on,” I said as I beckoned them to the front of the line, near the entrance doors.

They followed behind me as I walked ahead with confidence when I saw a short fellow, not that I’m one to talk, looking around by the door. I knew it was Patrick by the fedora that was on his head. He looked over at us and I guess he recognized me by the way he was enthusiastically waving at us. I waved back and sped up my walk. When I got to him, I engulfed him in a huge bear hug.

I heard him giggle, “I see you’re happy to see me!”

“I could say the same to you. You almost waved your arm off, getting my attention!”

I let him go and he beamed up at me, “I forgive you for not answering my calls but you have to tell me everything okay?”

“I already told you I would.” I said, smiling widely back at him.

I felt someone poke me and look to see Ryan looking at both of us.

“Oh shit! Sorry, guys,” I said, looking back sheepishly back at Ryan, “Patrick, this is Ryan, my roommate, and Gerard and Brendon, our neighbors.”

Ryan kind of waved awkwardly and walked into the club ahead of us. Patrick looked at me and I just shrugged. I wasn’t in charge of what Ryan did.

“Hi there,” Gerard said grinning, probably really happy that he doesn’t have to wait in line, and walked into the club, trailing behind Ryan.

“Yeah, hi,” Brendon nodded but stayed put, unlike the others. Patrick raised his eyebrows and mouthed ‘this one?’ and I nodded.

I winked at Brendon and he blushed crimson. I bent over like a butler and ushered them both in.

Ryan’s POV

Who the fuck does Brendon think he is to Frank? He looks like a fucking lap dog with the way he’s basically sitting on Frank. He looks really pathetic and I hope he knows that and if he doesn’t, he will soon. Frank’s my- He’s my….

Well, I don’t really know what we are exactly but it doesn’t matter. All that matter is that Brendon needs to get away from him.

We were all sitting together at a table, my legs on Gerard’s lap and my hands messing around with his hair and Patrick sitting across from Frank and Brendon.

“So how did you guys meet?” The fucker asked, looking innocent. I couldn’t eve stand looking at him, much less with Frankie.

Patrick smiled, “We went to the same college,” He said, “We were both majors in music but were the only ones who liked remotely the same music.”

“Remember when we found out my roommate was a homophobe!” Frank said in amusement, “It was at that one party! You know! The one with that one really hot guy that hit on you the whole night!”

Patrick rolled his eyes, “Yeah, and if I remember correctly, you decked him when he got to handsy.”

“What are friends for? But you know what was even better about that night?” Frank said laughing even harder. God, I love his laugh.

Patrick hung his head in his hands, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Frank.”

“Aww, come on, Rick. You know what I’m talking about and you probably enjoyed it too!”

I got a little curious, “Yeah, what are you talking about?”

Patrick shook his head, “Oh, God. Well, it was literally right after beat the shit out of that one dude and his roommate walked up to us and said ‘good, we didn’t need any fags at this party anyways’.” Patrick dramatically gestured to Frank, “And of course, the one and only over here was pissed and he grabbed me and started to make out in front of the douche. Like, right there in front of everybody.”

“The fucker didn’t know what to do. He was so flustered and just started yelling names and shit at Patrick and that was too far,” Frank said, “So I threatened him by saying that I would fuck someone every night in our room if he said anything else about Patrick. He just started yelling things like ‘we’re going to hell’ and that ‘god hates fags’ and shit. He just left the party and, like, everybody there went crazy!”

Patrick was on the brink of dying of laughter and Brendon was just giggling away next to Frank.

“The next day, I saw all his stuff was gone and didn’t hear from him again, so I decided that it would be awesome if Patrick would be my roommate instead!”

Brendon was beaming, the little shit, “That’s awesome! I didn’t get to go to college but now I wish I did.” He said, blushing shamelessly.

“What do you and Gerard do for a living, Brendon? I’ve never seen you guys around,” Patrick asks, filled with genuine curiosity.

Gerard actually speaks up, “Well, I do… art? I guess. I sell my paintings at a local museum and that gets us by and Brendon has his little fortune that his mom left him behind when she passed.” Oh great, he’s a stupid rich kid who got everything he’s ever wanted.

“I try to do my best to not rely on either of those most of the time so I tour with band during the summer to earn more money.” Brendon says.

Frank perked up at this, “Really? I used to be in some underground bands including my own band, Pency Prep, but that was a fucking long time ago.” Frank said smiling at Brendon. Fuck Brendon, he didn’t deserve to be smiled at by Frankie.

Frank and Patrick kept on talking for a while until Brendon excused himself to go to the bathroom and I took my chance.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna go too,” I say as I start to get up, putting my hand up to Gerard’s cheek before leaving. I think I’ll keep Gerard around longer than I did my last one.

I walked into the bathroom to see it was empty except for Brendon who was washing his hands, looking at himself in the mirror. I slammed the door shut, startling him enough that his glasses fell into the sink. I heard him whisper small profanities as he tried to retrieve his glasses.

“You’re nothing more than a faze to him, I hope you know that,” I said, breaking the silence in the bathroom.

He stopped looking for his glasses, “What do you mean?”

“You and Frank? Once he gets you into bed, he’s going to dump your ass. A quick fuck, nothing more,” I said, smiling even wider. I got him. “Your puppy dog act and shit is getting you nowhere and he’s just going to drop your ass when he’s done with you like he’s done to so many others.”

He stayed quite for a long time while he continued to look for his glasses. I guess he’s surprised and offended but who cares.

He finally found his glasses and placed them on his face again. “And?”

What?

“What do you mean ‘and’? Aren’t you mad that you’re nothing more than a quick fuck?” I said, agitated by his defiance.

He looked over at me, rubbing his hands on his jeans. “Why do you care so much anyways? Frank can do whatever he wants and I don’t really care if it’s a quick fuck or not. A one night stand is something I’m way too familiar with.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“And if you really don’t like me, take it up with Frank cause I could literally give less of a fuck of what you think about me.”

I literally have no idea what to say.

He walked pass me to leave but before he left he said, “And dealing with clingy assholes is one of my redeeming factors, so please just stop embarrassing yourself.”

Notes

Sorry this is so late and stuff! I've had a lot of shit to do but it paid off cause I'M OFFICIALLY 1ST CHAIR IN ALL-COUNTY BAND. (for those of you who don't know what that means, it means that i am the best tuba player in the county and i'm oNLY A FRESHMAN) so that happened. But it's really cool. I'm proud of myself!
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