~~~Mikey's POV~~~

I slowly flickered my eyes open and snuggled closer before sitting upright and staring at the empty space next to me.
"B-Bren?"
I listened for an answer but there was none. I got up and slipped some underwear on and peeked around the door. No one there what so ever.
"Brendon!"
Still no answer came. I slowly sat down, starting to cry. He'd used me. I was just a pawn. Hell, he was probably out with the football team, laughing at me. I curled up on the bed and screamed into the pillow. How could I just let him take my virginity like that? Justin had been right, Brendon was just trouble. I felt arms wrap around me and I looked over at a very concerned Brendon.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"I-I thought you'd l-left..."
He put his headphones on the bedside table and shook his head.
"No.. I went to get something to eat. Oh my little Mikey Mouse."
I blushed at the nickname, smiling as he wiped my tears.
"I'm sorry... For being so pathetic..."
"You? Pathetic?"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT."
Brendon and I both jumped as Gerard stormed in.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE BROTHER?"
"Gerard he didn't do anything! I over reacted."
I jumped up and threw myself between them. I'd never seen Gerard this angry.
"Gee calm down.. Why are you here anyway?"
I sat in Brendon's lap as Gerard leant on the wall.
"Frank and I got back together..."
I nodded.
"Well cool. Go buttfuck your boyfriend and leave me alone with mine."
He rolled his eyes and went back downstairs. I curled up in Brendon's lap and kissed him softly, ending up on my back with my underwear on the floor.

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I walked into school hanging on Brendon's arm on Monday morning. I went over to Justin, handing him a Starbuck's.
"I'm sorry for Saturday, Justin."
"It's fine..."
I frowned. He was really off.
"What's up?"
"Can we talk in private?"
I nodded and lead him out to the smoking area. I lit a cigarette and curled up in between the bins.
"Pete raped me..."
I stared at him.
"Pete? Stoner guy, loves everyone, Pete Wentz?"
"Yea.. The one in Social Studies."
"Oh my God, Just..."
I stood up and threw my arms around him. He broke down sobbing into my shoulder.
"I-I just couldn't get him off of m-me... H-He was too s-strong."
"It's OK.. It wasn't your fault. Have you told anybody?"
"O-Only you."
I nodded and held him tight against me. We were going to be massively late for Social Studies but I really didn't give a shit. I offered him my cigarette and he smoked it down to the butt in about four tokes. I sat on the bench with him and rolled myself another.
"You're gonna be OK. We'll get through this together..."

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