Aww Pickles, My Neighbor is A Hottie

***Gerard's POV***

***Two Days Later***

"Can you get me some ice cream?" Piper chimed. Mikey gave her a fake smile and walked over to the kitchen. We were sitting at the table playing Scrabble. I arranged my letters into my next word. I didn't feel like being here anymore. I wanted to go to Karie's and cuddle with her or play video games with Bryan. It wasn't fair that Piper got to be here and Karie wasn't aloud to come. I could go to her house right now, but I promised Mikey it would be a brother weekend. Brother weekend my ass. Brother weekend means no Piper. Mikey came back with ice cream in his hand.

"Thank you babe." She slurped up the ice cream. I gagged at her 'babe' comment. Ew.

"Anytime beautiful." He winked at her. I gagged again. He death glared me. I rolled my eyes.

"My turn right?" I grinned at my word. Piper and Mikey nodded in unison. I laid down the word 'bitch.' Piper cringed and went to organize her letters. Good. She got the message. She was a fucking bitch. No better way to describe it.

"Can we talk Gerard." Mikey said between his teeth. I smiled from ear to ear and nodded.

"Not here." He pointed towards the kitchen. I strolled over there. Mikey followed me.

"I am done with your attitude. Go back to your fucking girlfriend's house. I couldn't give to shits anymore. I was going to announce that I was going to ask Piper to marry me, but you wouldn't care, would you? Just leave." He turned and pointed towards the door. I couldn't move though. My mouth was on the ground. He was going to propose to a bitch? A bitch who he had known for like two months.

"Are you serious Mike? You've been dating her for what? Two weeks." I bit my lip.

"No Gerard. I've been dating here for two years now. Mom knew and so did dad! I couldn't tell you though. I knew this would happen. Leave." He wouldn't look at me. I started to drag myself to the back door. Mike went back into the dining room. As soon as I exited the house, I decided to go to a bar or something. I needed to get a break from reality. I drove off to the closest bar and ordered a round of shots.

"Why would you need so many for one person?" The man handed me the platter.

"I just do." I freshly answered. I took five shots and felt myself slowly getting tipsy. The man eyed me every once and a while to make sure I wasn't too crazy.

"Can I have one?" A man sat down next to me. He was pale and had black hair. He had brown eyes. He had gauges and a lip ring. I nodded him and handed him one. He drank it.

"Name?" He set the shot glass down.

"Gerard Way." I took another shot.

"Frank. Frank Iero." He took another one as well. I turned my head and studied him. It couldn't have been Frank. Not the Frank I went to high school with at least. It wasn't the Frank that I knew played guitar.

"Did you go to Rosefeild High?" I swayed back and forth. He nodded. Damn.

"We went to school together." I punched his arm and laughed.

"Yep." He laughed too.

"So, I heard you played guitar and I was wondering if you wanted to join my band?" My sight started going blurry.

"Sure bro." He swayed his hands in the air.

We high fived and laughed.

Notes

A/N- Sorry for a shorter chapter. Do you guys really like Mike that much? XD