Misery Loved Me

Frank P.O.V

I wake up from my amazing sleep with Gerard abruptly. Two voices are ringing throughout the apartment- one pleading, and one completely hysterical. Gerard and Mikey's voices. Fuck. He knows. I scramble off the bed, grabbing my jeans and hastily putting them on. The yelling gets louder as I get closer, and I slip outside the room and head towards the source of the noise.

"-you to go to jail for taking advantage of a seventeen year old kid?!" Mikey was shouting, red in the face and out of breath. My voice catches in my throat as I catch sight of Gerard's face. He looks like hes been kicked in the face, eyes watering and mouth twisted into a sad grimace as he struggles for a reply.

"I've never taken advantage- it was never about that Mikey! You gotta believe me, please," Gerard begs, seriously on the verge of tears. I feel my heart sink. What was it about then?

"What was it all about then, Gerard? Enlighten me- how long have you been fucking around with my best friend, huh?" Mikey asks, a sarcastic sneer twisting his otherwise upset expression.

"I- just- it wasn't- I didn't wanna hurt you, Mikes, that was never my intention!" Gerard was starting to get angry himself now, and I winced slightly.

"Bullfuckingshit! You guys didnt give a fuck about how I felt! You only give a fuck about finding a nice young piece of ass, admit it Gerard! As for Frank, all he thinks about is his dick! He's so insecure that he lets guys use him, don't think you're the first dude that's been there, Gee. You can't possibly be that naive," Mikey barks out a laugh, pain and betrayal clear in it. I feel my breath catch in my throat, and they turn in my direction.

"Oh, fuckin' fantastic. Frankie's here to join the party! Was it fun fucking my brother, huh? Did you guys laugh at me behind my back or something the whole time?" Mikey ranted, far gone in his own anger and pointing at me accusingly. I feel my face turn red.

"Mikey-"

"Oh, don't you 'Mikey' me! You're just as guilty as he is! I shoulda listened to Billie when he was saying you guys would be cute together. Who else knew?!" Mikey growled.

"Nobody I swear to god! Only Billie-Joe. And Pete!" I knew that as soon as the name left Gerard's mouth, that it was the wrong thing to say. Mikey visibly turned fifty shades paler than usual, faltering in his anger.

"P-Pete? Pete knew? PETE FUCKING KNEW AND DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING? OH THIS IS JUST PERFECT!" Mikey exploded, tears streaming down his face. I felt my heart break at the sight, and moved to comfort him. He recoiled from my touch as if I was on fire.

"I begged him not to, it's not his fault!" I pleaded with him. He shook his head, moving towards the door and grabbing his coat.

"Have fun, you guys deserve each other. And Frank, tell Pete that he can fuck off." And with that, Mikey slammed the door behind him, the resounding sound echoing in the silent room.

"Gerard, I'm sorry. I didn't know he would-"

"Get out." Gerard's cold voice and hard face were both like a slap to the face. I blinked dumbly at him, feeling resentment boiling in the pit of my stomach.

"Excuse me? We both signed the lease," I laughed meanly, covering up my shock and hurt.

"Get out Frank!" he snapped, pushing me towards the door. I didn't budge, instead staring him down coolly. A sharp slap resounded from my face and I fell back onto the ground, staring up at Gerard's raised hand and clutching my left cheek in horror. He'd really just slapped me. All traces of anger he had vanished at my stricken expression, and he covered his hand with his mouth.

"Shit. Frankie, I didn't mean to-" he stepped towards me and I scrambled up in horror, pointing a shaky finger at him.

"Fuck. You. Gerard." And with that I stormed out, slamming the door behind me in a similar fashion as Mikey. I bit back tears as I walked down the roads of NJ, ignoring the throb of my cheek.

Fuck him. He can go to hell, anyone who lays a finger on me can go to hell. He's not the only one who will be affected by this shit. I let out a scream of frustration, kicking the sidewalk and dropping to my knees. A car skids to a halt in front of me, and I look up to see big, concerned brown eyes staring back at me. Pete.

I let out a loud sob, and he gets out of the car and puts his arms around me, ignoring the honks of passing cars and the insults the pussies scream at us as they drive away. I hiccup and bawl and snot, but Pete keeps me in his arms tight and safe. I don't deserve his love. I don't deserve anyone's love. I tell him this, and he laughs, though not unkindly.

"Frankie, you put yourself down too much. You do deserve love, and you will find it. Maybe not with jerk-Way, but you'll find it. Or it'll find you," he whispers, hugging me closer. I laugh, a strangled sound but genuine nonetheless. After a few minutes of silent hugging, Pete leads me to his car, and we drive aimlessly.

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked him curiously. He turned off the engine as we pulled up into our driveway, pausing slightly.

"Mikey called me." He shrugged and smiled halfheartedly, but there was pain in his eyes.

"Fuck. Are you guys together?" I breathed out, praying that they were. My actions didn't need to affect anyone else but me, especially not Pete.

"We're on an indeterminate hiatus..." He shrugged nonchalantly, appearing to not care. I knew better, and leaned over to hug him, which he reciprocated tightly.

"You guys will get back together. You're meant for each other." I stated confidently as he pulled back, pushing my own dilemma to the back of my mind. He shrugged and smiled despite the sadness radiating from him.

"C'mon short-stuff. Lets go get some Chinese food and chick flicks to drown our sorrows in."

-Monday Morning-

"Pete I told you the chow mein tasted funky!" I complained, holding back my best friends hair as he emptied his guts into the toilet bowl. His answer was a groan, and I pushed his fringe back from his sweaty forehead.

"Fuck, Petey, you look like shit," I winced as he pulled his head out of the toilet. He rolled his eyes tiredly, his naturally tanned complexion a sickly white colour.

"What can I say, food poisoning isn't a fashionable thing is it?" He joked, face contorting in pain as his stomach gurgled obnoxiously. I smiled sympathetically, leading him back to the couch and settling him with a blanket and the TV remote. I handed him a piece of paper with a scrawled number on it.

"This is my number. I've taken away your phone for the day so that you can actually try to rest. If you need me to come home, call me straight away. Love you, asshole." I grinned, handing him the home phone. He looked at me with a concerned expression.

"Are you gonna be alright to go to school by yourself, dude?" He asked, and I forced my smile to stay on my face. I'd told Pete everything that had happened, and naturally he was furious and worried about the whole slap thing.

"I'll be fine, mom. Get some beauty sleep, you seriously need it!" I winked, grabbing my bag and car keys and bolting out the door, ignoring the 'fuck you, shortass!" that followed me.

The drive to school was over too quickly for my liking. I let out a loud sigh as I pulled up to the parking lot, biting down on my lip ring in anxiety. I got out of the car, slamming my door shut and opting to go to my locker rather than loiter around aimlessly like I did when Mikey was my friend, not calling me a slut or a desperate sucker. I snorted out loud. Fuck both of the Way brothers. And not literally.

The bell sounded and I sighed, getting my shit and heading to my classes. They passed by with little to no hassle, save the glares I was getting from Jack Barakat, the only member of Mikeys group in my morning classes. Whatever, his dick is average anyway. My guess was that Mikey hadn't told his friends the real truth, considering Gerard still had a job and nobody had defamed my locker as 'teachers pet' yet. Lunch came by, and I groaned, dreading it.

"Pssst. Frank!" A voice sounded from next to me, and an arm wrapped around my shoulder as I walked down the hall. Mike Fuentes gave me a lazy grin, putting his head on my shoulder, which was kinda an impressive feat considering he was fucking giant.

"Hey, Fuentes Junior! To what do I owe the pleasure?" I smirked coyly. I was heartbroken but I could still flirt up a storm if I wanted to.

"Come sit with us, amigo! Considering the way Mikey is looking at you, I don't think you're invited to that table.." At Mikes words, I craned my neck to see Mikeys group occupying a cafeteria table, all of them giving me a nasty look, minus Billie Joe, who wasn't there. Patrick shot me a sympathetic look, rolling his eyes at the others.

"Sounds super, little Fuentes," I grinned, winking at Jack, who gave me a particularly vicious sneer. It hurt a little, but whatever.

Lunch passed by, and before I knew it I was heading to art, dread and anxiety fogging up all of my senses. I bounced anxiously as I entered the classroom, opting to sit at a table by myself. I glanced up to the front of the class, regretting it instantly as Gerard's hazel-green eyes met mine, looking down almost instantly. I repressed a growl, and looked away. Ignorance is bliss after all.

Halfway through the lesson, Mikey decided to start something. Gerard accidentally dropped his pen, and when he bent down to get it, he shot me a mean smile.

"Careful Mr. Way, there's a lot of perverts in this class. Might wanna cover your ass." He said loudly, maintaining eye contact with me as everyone around us snickered. I forced a strained smile and chuckled along with everyone else as Gerard's cheeks blushed red.

"Shut up, Michael." He snapped, earning a loud 'ooooh' from the class. Mikey sneered at him, and then me, with an upset look in his eyes. My heart ached. Obviously Mikey was entitled to being upset. Gerard noticed it too, because his expression faded into concern, and then he looked down guiltily. I have to talk to him.

The bell sounded loudly, finally, and everyone shuffled out quickly, trying to escape the unexplainable tense atmosphere. I waited until everyone had left, before approaching Gerard's desk nervously. He looked up, a cold, broken look in his eyes.

"What do you want Mr. Iero?" He asked. Professional. Bored. It hurt my heart and I blinked back tears.

"I just gotta know something, Mr. Way." I whispered. His expression softened a fraction but his eyes remained hard and cold.

"What would that be?" He asked, getting up and turning his attention to scrubbing out the blackboard, facing away from me. I swallowed down my fear, and bit the bullet.

"Did it ever mean anything to you?" Us. Everything. The sex. The kisses. The way you held me close? I could feel my eyes brimming with tears as a silence came over us.

"No. It didn't. Goodbye Frank." And with that final, cold answer, he walked out, leaving me to buckle to my knees and allow sobs to wrack my body and sounds of agony to echo off the walls. Misery, nice to see you again.

Notes

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