~~~Justin's POV~~~

I lay on Brendon's chest, eyes closed. Not like I'd be able to see if they were open. We'd lost my glasses some hours ago on the floor. Brendon's hand slid up and down my back.
"Mikey's been doing drugs.. We were right."
I closed my eyes.
"Can we not discuss Mikey right now.. After what just happened?"
Brendon nodded and I curled up against him. I felt like an asshole, I mean, Brendon was my best friend's ex. It was a dick move but I did really like Brendon. Mikey would understand... Wouldn't he? I didn't know. All I knew right now was that Mikey was asleep in his brother's arms and I'd just let his ex fuck me. I looked up at Brendon to find him asleep. I slowly disentangled myself from his arms and got half-dressed, peeking into the spare room. Gerard and Mikey were curled up together and I smiled.
"Can I help you Justin?"
I jumped out my skin as Gerard spoke.
"Yea... I mean no. I was just checking on Mikey."
"He's fine... Sleeping."
I nodded.
"How well does Mikey take... Bad news?"
"Not quite well at the moment."
I swallowed, my throat dry all of a sudden. Gerard looked at me.
"Justin... Please tell me that Frank is cheating on me with my little brother's best friend..."
I slowly shook my head.
"No..."
"So you're Mikey's best friend and you're fucking his ex? Some fucking friend you are."
I whimpered and walked out, closing the door. I stumbled back into Brendon's room, curling up on the bed. I cried silently into my hands, trying not to shake the bed.
"Justin, baby?"
I curled up against Brendon, crying into his chest. Brendon's hand gently slid up and down my back.
"What's wrong?"
"Gerard... He's right... I'm a shit friend."
Brendon didn't say anything. He just held me whilst I fell asleep.

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