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After school, Frank goes over to Gerard’s house. Frank meets up at Gerard’s locker, and Gerard exhales heavily, explaining,
“We have to go get Mikey now. Do you think that you two can get along?”
Frank nods. “Yeah, for sure.”
“What’d you even have against him?” Gerard questions, hurrying down the stairs two at a time.
“It’s…. it’s dumb,” Frank mumbles.
“Well, what was it?” Gerard chuckles. “It’s okay; I won’t get mad.”
They start down the freshman hallway, Gerard scanning the area for his baby brother.
“He…. Um…. He beat Ray in a wrestling match…. And I knew that we could take him together,” Frank replies.
Gerard furrows his brows, so Frank nervously adds,
“And, you know, kids like Mikey, not that there’s anything wrong with him but… they-they get beat up.”
Gerard peers down at Frank. “So you would’ve beaten me up too?”
Frank is speechless, but luckily Gerard spots Mikey. “Hey, Mikes!”
Mikey stares warily at Frank, his hazel eyes flicking up and down Frank’s petite frame. “What’s he doing with you?”
“He’s cool, don’t worry about it,” Gerard assures. He squeezes Frank’s shoulder, and Frank shivers. “Right, Frankie?”
Frank blushes at the nickname and nods.
They go to Gerard’s car, which is a silver Sudan.
“Do you know what’s the best part about having a silver ride?” Gerard begins as he ducks his head, getting into the front seat.
Mikey glares at Frank before stealing shot gun, sticking his tongue out at him. That little shit.
Frank gets into the back, disgruntled. “What, Gerard?”
Gerard grins and flips his hair in the mirror, stringing a hand through it. “Never have to wash it.”
“Are you talking about the car or your hair?” Mikey laughs.
Gerard reddens in the ears, growling, “Shut up, Mikey.”
The ride is silent, until Mikey fucking brings up Frank’s incident.
“So Frank, I heard that you like to wear panties,” Mikey smirks.
Frank goes bright red, and Gerard barks,
“Michael!”
Mikey slouches in his seat, not happy about being chided. Frank knows that he probably deserves being taunted by Mikey, and that there’s still hard feelings between the two that nothing but time will resolve.
“Tell me, what does it feel like to have your ass exposed to about 70 kids?” Mikey sneers.
“Mic-” Gerard begins.
“Gerard, stop,” Frank cuts in. He grins at Mikey, who scowls back. “It’s okay. Mikes here is just-”
“Don’t call me Mikes,” Mikey demands.
“Mikey,” Frank corrects, “Has every right to be upset. I beat him up for no reason, and it was wrong, and an asshole move.”
“Shut up, you fucking faggot!” Mikey shouts.
Gerard slams on the brakes. Thank the Lord they’re on an empty road. “Mikey, apologize!” He shakes his head, hissing, “You of all people should know never to call someone that. I’m disappointed in you.”
Mikey flails his arms desperately, and then starts to cry. “It’s not fair! He does nothing but be an ass to me and now you’re hanging out with him and…. And….. he’s taking advantage of you, Gerard! Why would someone like him ever want to hang out with someone like you?!”
Frank’s breath catches for fear that Gerard will believe that Frank is taking advantage of him, which he totally isn’t. Instead of bodily throwing Frank out of the car, Gerard just calmly tells,
“I’m sorry you feel that way. But Frankie was the only one to willingly be my friend, the only one to defend me, and the only one to listen to me blab about Dungeons and Dragons. If Frank was playing me; I’d know.”
Mikey wipes his eyes, burying his face in his hands as Gerard starts up the car again. We finish the ride to his house in silence.
Once at his house, Mikey sulks on the couch. Gerard, standing by the door, heads over to his younger brother. “Stand up.”
Mikey does as he’s told, and Gerard pulls him into a hug. After the hug ends and Gerard leaves, it seems like a weight was lifted off of Mikey’s shoulders.
Frank and Gerard go up to Gerard’s room, which is located in the basement. A cluttered desk sits in one corner, completely covered in drawings to the point that Frank can’t see the desk’s actual surface. The smallest window Frank’s ever seen is up high on one wall, dimly supplying the room with its only light.
Gerard stands next to his bed, and then turns pink as he takes his shirt off. “Should we take it and send it from my phone? Since he doesn’t have my number?”
Frank’s too busy drooling over Gerard to hear.
“Frank?”
“Huh? What?” Frank asks dumbly, wiping his mouth. That’s right, actual saliva was forming.
Gerard giggles, and repeats, “Should the picture be taken and sent from my phone? Because Pete probably has your number.”
“Uh… yeah! S-sure,” Frank stammers. He squints in the dark light of the room, suggesting, “Do you think you should take it somewhere with better lighting?”
“Sure, why not? Follow me,” Gerard instructs, opening a door towards the back of the room. It leads into a small room fully equipped with a shower, toilet, and sink. A pair of black briefs sits on the sink’s counter, but either Gerard doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care.
He takes the picture, asking, “What’s Pete’s number?”
Frank whips his phone out, showing the number to Gerard.
“What should I say?” Gerard asks.
They’re heading back to his room, where Gerard pulls his shirt back on, almost seeming grateful to be clothed again.
Frank’s eyes are glued to the picture Gerard took still glowing on his phone’s screen. God his nipple is pink. “Um… say….” Frank removes his eyes from the photo, because he definitely can’t concentrate while looking at it. “Send me a full body shot, and I’ll show you the whole boob- <3 Katie.”
“How did you just say <3?” Gerard questions.
“You said it too,” Frank points out.
Gerard shakes his head, smiling as he texts it. He sends it, and shows Frank the green checkmark, proof that he sent the message. “And now we wait.”
The two spend literally two or three minutes going through Gerard’s comics when they receive a reply. Gerard fingers the view picture icon, asking,
“Should we really be doing this?”
“He’s the definition of human scum,” Frank reminds.
Gerard clicks it, covering his eyes with one hand. He hears Frank laugh, and peeks through his fingers.
“We got it,” Frank chuckles. “Let’s start sending it out.”
Gerard gives Frank a grin, even though, in the pit of his stomach, he feels like they will have dire consequences for this.

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