Gives You Hell
Who's Using Who?
Brendon’s P.O.V.
Since Mikey refused to come near me at school and wasn’t answering and of my calls or text messages, I decided the next best place to reach out to him was Facebook. Justin was pacing back and forth beside my bed, a nervous expression on his face as he pondered the possibilities.
“What if he starts cutting himself again? What if swallows a whole bottle of pills or hangs himself? What if-”
“Justin, you’re really not helping.”
“Sorry… I just… I’m really worried. What if what I said to him is the last thing I say?” Justin sat down on my bed and sighed, burying his face into his hands. “Fuck…”
I gently patted his shoulder. “Try to stay positive, okay? He posted a status update about five minutes ago, so he isn’t dead.”
Justin glanced down at the laptop and read the status update, sighing a bit when it was something about a horror movie. He seemed reassured, so I scrolled down for any signs that Mikey was hurting. Unfortunately, I saw something much worse.
There was a picture of Mikey and Pete that was posted a few hours ago, with Mikey’s head resting on Pete’s chest. He was fast asleep, a seemingly content look on his face. One of Pete’s arms was draped over Mikey’s thin frame, his lips pressed against his forehead. They both had disheveled hair I could tell by the look on Pete’s face that something happened between them.
My blood was boiling.
“That bastard,” I growled. I glanced back at Justin, whose eyes were wide with surprise and anger. His fists were clenched, his knuckles were turning white, and he shook visibly. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly. “Calm down, Justin. I think there’s something more to this.”
Sighing softly, I sent Mikey a message, hoping he wouldn’t ignore it. To my surprise, Mikey messaged me back. I thought you hated me.
I sighed a bit in relief. Mikey wasn’t angry with me, which made me feel a little better. Of course not, Mikes. I still love you and I still care for you.
Pete told me that you both hated me…
“What? Is that why he’s hanging around with Pete?” Justin asked.
“Apparently,” I replied. Pete’s a liar, Mikes. Justin and I still care about you.
Pete may have lied about you, but I doubt he lied about Justin.
I glanced over at Justin, watching as his expression went from angry to guilty. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
I nodded, passing him the laptop. “Yeah, you did… but now is your chance to fix this.”
Justin nodded and started typing. His fingers flew on the keyboard, typing out a long, heartfelt apology. As soon as he was finished, he sent the message, sighing softly. Mikey replied a few minutes later.
I don’t think you know how happy I am to have read that.
I smiled softly and took the laptop back. Good. Do you mind coming by my house? We’d rather talk this out in person.
Yeah. I can be there in five.
…
The moment Mikey set foot into my house, Justin pulled him into a tight embrace. Mikey let out a small squeak in surprise, but the smile on his face told me that everything was going to be okay. He buried his face into the crook of Justin’s neck, remaining in the embrace for the longest time. After a few minutes, he slipped out of Justin’s embrace and wrapped his arms around me tightly, nuzzling my shoulder.
I rubbed his back gently, sensing there was something wrong. I glanced down at Mikey, watching as he buried his face into my chest. I kissed the top of his head softly before asking, “Why have you been hanging out with Pete?”
Mikey didn’t respond. I pulled him closer, murmuring, “I don’t want you to think that I’m judging you. I mean, if you’re happy with Pete, then, by all means, go out with him. I just want to make sure that your relationship with him is consensual.”
“Well… the relationship itself is consensual… but…” Mikey sighed, resting his head on my shoulder. “The sex… I just…”
“You can tell us, Mikey,” Justin murmured.
“If I say no to him, what if he rapes me again?” Tears cascaded down his face, prompting me to wipe them away. “If I say yes, he’s gentle and caring. He’ll kiss me softly and say that he loves me. But… but if I don’t… what will he do? Will he drug me and hold me down? Will he beat me until I’m unable to defend myself? I-I’m scared, Brendon!”
“Shh… we’ll get you out of this, Mikey, I promise.” I rocked him gently, letting him sob into my chest. I turned to Justin. “Just, could you take him up to my room? I’m gonna see what we can do to fix this.”
Justin nodded, pulling Mikey close. He gently led Mikey upstairs, murmuring soft, soothing words as I sat down, thinking of a way to get him out of the relationship he wanted to escape.
I walked into my room to find Mikey and Justin fast asleep on my bed, wrapped in each other’s arms and looking content. I smiled as I sat down carefully, reaching out to stroke Mikey’s hair gently. A small sigh escaped him, with a tiny smile forming on his face. I kissed them both softly before grabbing my phone and texting Pete.
What the hell do you want, Urie?
Look, man, I just want to talk, okay?
Pete didn’t reply for several minutes. I had begun to think he ignored my message when he finally replied.
Fine. Meet me at Andy’s uncle’s restaurant?
Yeah. I’ll be there in a few.
I wrapped the blankets around Mikey and Justin gently, kissing Mikey’s temple softly. “Sleep tight, you two.”
As I got up, Justin stirred. His eyes opened slowly as he managed to mumble, “Bren?”
“Yeah, Just?”
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I’m gonna go meet with Pete and get him to leave Mikey alone.” I kissed him softly, stroking his hair. “You watch over him, okay?”
Justin nodded, smiling sleepily. “I will, Bren…”
“Good. Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be back soon.”
Pete was waiting at a booth when I arrived at the restaurant. He waved me over and smiled, calling my name. I walked over to the booth and sat down across from him, faking a smile. A waitress brought us two menus before going off, chewing her gum obnoxiously.
“So, Pete,” I sighed, deciding to rip off the proverbial bandage, “When did you and Mikey become a thing?”
At this, Pete smirked. “Oh? That’s what you’re after. Does it bother you?”
“Well… yeah, kinda.” I sighed softly, looking him in the eye. “I mean, you did rape him. I’m just… I’m concerned that this relationship isn’t as consensual as you make it seem.”
Pete chuckled darkly, glancing down at the menu. “So what if it’s not? As long as Mikey’s a good boy and bends over when I tell him, we don’t have a problem.”
“What did you just say?”
Pete giggled, “I know you heard me. Mikey’s pretty little ass is all mine, now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I took in a deep breath, trying to remain calm. I wasn’t going to let Pete get to me. I wasn’t going to let him win.
“And I’m not going to give him up. He’s my little slut now, and there’s noth—”
My fist collided with Pete’s jaw faster than I could blink. People around us were immediately sent into a panic as I went at it with Pete, smashing his face into the table with fury that would’ve scared the Hulk. Once I was sure Pete got the message, I finally let up. He gripped his jaw in agony, tears running down his face as I said, “You better stay the fuck away from Mikey, scumbag.”
When I got home, I found Justin reading The Red Dragon with Mikey’s head resting in his lap. Mikey was still fast asleep, his breathing soft, while Justin stroked his hair absentmindedly. I smiles and sat down beside him, kissing his cheek. Justin looked up from the book and smiled at me.
“How’d it go?”
“Pete’s not going to do a thing to Mikey anymore.”
Justin grinned, kissing me softly. “Oh, Mikey’s going to be thrilled!” He gently pushed a few strands of hair out of Mikey’s face, smiling lovingly at him.
I wrapped my arms around him, smiling. “Yeah.” My smile fell, though, as I remembered Pete’s words. “Just, what Pete said about him… fuck, it was horrible. He acted like Mikey was his fucking property instead of a human being.”
Justin set his book aside and smiled softly. “Well, everything’s going to be okay now, Brendon.” He kissed me sweetly, snuggling closer to me. “What matters now is that Mikey is safe and out of that relationship.”
I smiled and pulled Mikey close to me, resting his head on my chest. “Yeah… you’re right, Just.”
Justin smiled and kissed the top of Mikey’s head, gently rubbing his back. He was soon sound asleep in my arms, with his arms wrapped lovingly around Mikey. I smiled and gently laid them down on the bed, snuggling close to them as I wrapped the blankets around us. I soon joined them in the realm of sleep, feeling better than I had in a long time.
Since Mikey refused to come near me at school and wasn’t answering and of my calls or text messages, I decided the next best place to reach out to him was Facebook. Justin was pacing back and forth beside my bed, a nervous expression on his face as he pondered the possibilities.
“What if he starts cutting himself again? What if swallows a whole bottle of pills or hangs himself? What if-”
“Justin, you’re really not helping.”
“Sorry… I just… I’m really worried. What if what I said to him is the last thing I say?” Justin sat down on my bed and sighed, burying his face into his hands. “Fuck…”
I gently patted his shoulder. “Try to stay positive, okay? He posted a status update about five minutes ago, so he isn’t dead.”
Justin glanced down at the laptop and read the status update, sighing a bit when it was something about a horror movie. He seemed reassured, so I scrolled down for any signs that Mikey was hurting. Unfortunately, I saw something much worse.
There was a picture of Mikey and Pete that was posted a few hours ago, with Mikey’s head resting on Pete’s chest. He was fast asleep, a seemingly content look on his face. One of Pete’s arms was draped over Mikey’s thin frame, his lips pressed against his forehead. They both had disheveled hair I could tell by the look on Pete’s face that something happened between them.
My blood was boiling.
“That bastard,” I growled. I glanced back at Justin, whose eyes were wide with surprise and anger. His fists were clenched, his knuckles were turning white, and he shook visibly. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him softly. “Calm down, Justin. I think there’s something more to this.”
Sighing softly, I sent Mikey a message, hoping he wouldn’t ignore it. To my surprise, Mikey messaged me back. I thought you hated me.
I sighed a bit in relief. Mikey wasn’t angry with me, which made me feel a little better. Of course not, Mikes. I still love you and I still care for you.
Pete told me that you both hated me…
“What? Is that why he’s hanging around with Pete?” Justin asked.
“Apparently,” I replied. Pete’s a liar, Mikes. Justin and I still care about you.
Pete may have lied about you, but I doubt he lied about Justin.
I glanced over at Justin, watching as his expression went from angry to guilty. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
I nodded, passing him the laptop. “Yeah, you did… but now is your chance to fix this.”
Justin nodded and started typing. His fingers flew on the keyboard, typing out a long, heartfelt apology. As soon as he was finished, he sent the message, sighing softly. Mikey replied a few minutes later.
I don’t think you know how happy I am to have read that.
I smiled softly and took the laptop back. Good. Do you mind coming by my house? We’d rather talk this out in person.
Yeah. I can be there in five.
…
The moment Mikey set foot into my house, Justin pulled him into a tight embrace. Mikey let out a small squeak in surprise, but the smile on his face told me that everything was going to be okay. He buried his face into the crook of Justin’s neck, remaining in the embrace for the longest time. After a few minutes, he slipped out of Justin’s embrace and wrapped his arms around me tightly, nuzzling my shoulder.
I rubbed his back gently, sensing there was something wrong. I glanced down at Mikey, watching as he buried his face into my chest. I kissed the top of his head softly before asking, “Why have you been hanging out with Pete?”
Mikey didn’t respond. I pulled him closer, murmuring, “I don’t want you to think that I’m judging you. I mean, if you’re happy with Pete, then, by all means, go out with him. I just want to make sure that your relationship with him is consensual.”
“Well… the relationship itself is consensual… but…” Mikey sighed, resting his head on my shoulder. “The sex… I just…”
“You can tell us, Mikey,” Justin murmured.
“If I say no to him, what if he rapes me again?” Tears cascaded down his face, prompting me to wipe them away. “If I say yes, he’s gentle and caring. He’ll kiss me softly and say that he loves me. But… but if I don’t… what will he do? Will he drug me and hold me down? Will he beat me until I’m unable to defend myself? I-I’m scared, Brendon!”
“Shh… we’ll get you out of this, Mikey, I promise.” I rocked him gently, letting him sob into my chest. I turned to Justin. “Just, could you take him up to my room? I’m gonna see what we can do to fix this.”
Justin nodded, pulling Mikey close. He gently led Mikey upstairs, murmuring soft, soothing words as I sat down, thinking of a way to get him out of the relationship he wanted to escape.
I walked into my room to find Mikey and Justin fast asleep on my bed, wrapped in each other’s arms and looking content. I smiled as I sat down carefully, reaching out to stroke Mikey’s hair gently. A small sigh escaped him, with a tiny smile forming on his face. I kissed them both softly before grabbing my phone and texting Pete.
What the hell do you want, Urie?
Look, man, I just want to talk, okay?
Pete didn’t reply for several minutes. I had begun to think he ignored my message when he finally replied.
Fine. Meet me at Andy’s uncle’s restaurant?
Yeah. I’ll be there in a few.
I wrapped the blankets around Mikey and Justin gently, kissing Mikey’s temple softly. “Sleep tight, you two.”
As I got up, Justin stirred. His eyes opened slowly as he managed to mumble, “Bren?”
“Yeah, Just?”
“Where’re you goin’?”
“I’m gonna go meet with Pete and get him to leave Mikey alone.” I kissed him softly, stroking his hair. “You watch over him, okay?”
Justin nodded, smiling sleepily. “I will, Bren…”
“Good. Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll be back soon.”
Pete was waiting at a booth when I arrived at the restaurant. He waved me over and smiled, calling my name. I walked over to the booth and sat down across from him, faking a smile. A waitress brought us two menus before going off, chewing her gum obnoxiously.
“So, Pete,” I sighed, deciding to rip off the proverbial bandage, “When did you and Mikey become a thing?”
At this, Pete smirked. “Oh? That’s what you’re after. Does it bother you?”
“Well… yeah, kinda.” I sighed softly, looking him in the eye. “I mean, you did rape him. I’m just… I’m concerned that this relationship isn’t as consensual as you make it seem.”
Pete chuckled darkly, glancing down at the menu. “So what if it’s not? As long as Mikey’s a good boy and bends over when I tell him, we don’t have a problem.”
“What did you just say?”
Pete giggled, “I know you heard me. Mikey’s pretty little ass is all mine, now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I took in a deep breath, trying to remain calm. I wasn’t going to let Pete get to me. I wasn’t going to let him win.
“And I’m not going to give him up. He’s my little slut now, and there’s noth—”
My fist collided with Pete’s jaw faster than I could blink. People around us were immediately sent into a panic as I went at it with Pete, smashing his face into the table with fury that would’ve scared the Hulk. Once I was sure Pete got the message, I finally let up. He gripped his jaw in agony, tears running down his face as I said, “You better stay the fuck away from Mikey, scumbag.”
When I got home, I found Justin reading The Red Dragon with Mikey’s head resting in his lap. Mikey was still fast asleep, his breathing soft, while Justin stroked his hair absentmindedly. I smiles and sat down beside him, kissing his cheek. Justin looked up from the book and smiled at me.
“How’d it go?”
“Pete’s not going to do a thing to Mikey anymore.”
Justin grinned, kissing me softly. “Oh, Mikey’s going to be thrilled!” He gently pushed a few strands of hair out of Mikey’s face, smiling lovingly at him.
I wrapped my arms around him, smiling. “Yeah.” My smile fell, though, as I remembered Pete’s words. “Just, what Pete said about him… fuck, it was horrible. He acted like Mikey was his fucking property instead of a human being.”
Justin set his book aside and smiled softly. “Well, everything’s going to be okay now, Brendon.” He kissed me sweetly, snuggling closer to me. “What matters now is that Mikey is safe and out of that relationship.”
I smiled and pulled Mikey close to me, resting his head on my chest. “Yeah… you’re right, Just.”
Justin smiled and kissed the top of Mikey’s head, gently rubbing his back. He was soon sound asleep in my arms, with his arms wrapped lovingly around Mikey. I smiled and gently laid them down on the bed, snuggling close to them as I wrapped the blankets around us. I soon joined them in the realm of sleep, feeling better than I had in a long time.
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Not to sound rude or anything, but we've been incredibly busy lately and fan fiction takes a backseat to the real world. I'm not sure when it will be updated, but it will (eventually) be updated.
6/20/14