Unknown Identities

Frank’s eyes fluttered open. I don’t think I’ve ever slept that well. He thought sleepily. He tried to stretch his arms out but found he couldn’t. Something was holding him in place. Now that he thought about it, his face was buried in something soft too. Something that smelled intoxicatingly good, something or someone. Shifting his head around, he was met with the sleeping face of Gerard. What the-? Frank thought, realizing that Gerard had his arms wrapped around him in a protective kind of way. Out of pure instinct, he pushed Gerard away from him. Though it was a little harder than he planned and Gerard went flying off the bed.
“What the hell?” Gerard exclaimed as he landed on the floor. He realized that everyone else was still sleeping and brought his voice down to barely above a whisper. “Frank? What the fuck did you do that for?” he hissed.
“What the hell were you doing in the bed?” he exclaimed quietly.
“You don’t remember?” Gerard asked looking disappointed, “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me leave.” Suddenly the memories flooded back. He did ask Gerard to sleep with him last night. God, I love you. He remembered that phrase, did he dream it? No he was awake when Gerard said it. But had he heard what he wanted? Or did he really say it.
“Sorry,” Frank said finally, blushing slightly.
“Whatever, I’m going to make some breakfast,” he mumbled getting up off the floor.
“I’ll come with you,” Frank said crawling out of the bed and following him up the stairs.
“Sure, as long as you don’t push me again, that really freakin’ hurt,”
“Sorry,”
Once upstairs and in the kitchen, Frank sat down at the table and watched Gerard cook. His back was turned to him as he stood over the stove and it took all Frank’s willpower not to walk over there and wrap his arms around his center. He eventually lost the battle though and walked over to the taller boy.
“What’re you making?” Frank questioned looking over Gerard’s shoulder. He was just tall enough to rest his chin on the boy’s shoulder. Slowly snaking his arms around him. Gerard jumped a little but didn’t pull away, so Frank stayed in that position.
“Pancakes,” Gerard said simply turning his head to look over at Frank. “If I know my brother he’ll be up here in about five minutes.”
“How do you know that?”
“That’s how long it takes for the smell to travel down there,” he said and Frank laughed.
A few minutes later the basement door flew open and Frank jumped away from Gerard as fast as he could, causing Mikey to look at him suspiciously.
“I don’t even want to know, so please don’t explain,” Mikey said and Frank closed his mouth. Ray laughed at the small exchange as he walked up through the door behind Mikey.
“Where’s Bob?” Frank questioned joining his friends at the table.
“Glad to know you miss me, Iero,” speak of the devil
“No, I simply wanted to know where you were so I could be elsewhere,”
“Cold,” Bob said shaking his head and Frank laughed.
Gerard set down a plate stacked full of pancakes and everyone immediately dug in.
“What compelled you to cook for us?” Mikey questioned with a mouth full of food.
“Well…I couldn’t let you cook. I can’t trust you with what happened that one time with the toaster,” Gerard said smiling, Frank felt he was missing something as Mikey turned bright red and Ray laughed uncontrollably.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Mikey exclaimed.
“So then it was Ray’s? Or maybe it was the fork’s?” Gerard said.
“Shut up,” He said looking down at his plate and eating again.
“Okay, change of subject,” Ray said, setting his fork down, “Where’d you sleep Gerard? Since Frank was in your bed?”
“Oh, that…” Gerard trailed off glancing nervously at Frank.
“I thought I saw you two sleeping together last night!” Bob exclaimed laughing at the two of them when they turned bright red. He was only joking with them but it seemed as if he was right.
“Gerard!” Mikey whined, “You perv, leave my friends alone!”
“He’s my friend too,” Gerard said defensively.
“I’d say a little more than a friend,” Ray snickered
“Oh shut up Toro,” Gerard said starting to walk out of the room down another hallway, he shouted back, “Besides it’s not my fault Frank wouldn’t let go of me,”
Frank laughed nervously when all three of his friends looked at him with eyebrows raised. “Yeah….”
“Anyway. What’s we gonna do?” Ray questioned, they had until twelve before any of them had to leave. And that was just he recommended time, Mikey didn’t care when they left as long as they got their own food.
“We could go study again,” Mikey suggested but the series of whines told him that that was the worst suggestion he could have offered.
“Okay…what about another movie?” Ray asked.
“Let’s not,” Frank said
“Right, because Frank can’t watch a movie without his Gerard,” Bob said teasingly
“Shut up,”
“No,”
“Okay!” Mikey said breaking up the fight before it started, Ray chuckled to himself and Mikey glared at him, “Let’s just find something to do,”
“Hey Mikey?”
“What do you want Bob?” Mikey asked rolling his eyes, already knowing where this was going.
“I dare you to braid Ray’s hair,”
“Bob we’re not doing this,” Mikey said
“Yeah, and if you touch my hair I’ll bite your hand off,” Ray added in
“Aww come on!” Bob whined, “Or are you afraid?”
“Of getting my hand gnawed off? Yes just a little,”
“Ray wouldn’t do that to you!” Bob said
“Speak for yourself,” Ray said already trying to escape.
“Are you saying you would bite me?” Mikey asked
“Yes?” he said it as a question.
“Get over here!” Mikey shouted as Ray bolted. Mikey jumped on top of him before he got away and pinned him to the ground.
“Why?” Ray whined
“Because you said you really would bite me.” Mikey said, “Hey, Bob, there’s duct tape in that drawer over there,”
“On it,” Bob said already throwing the tape over to Mikey.
A few minutes later Ray was sitting in a chair…no duck taped to a chair with Mikey sitting next to him slowly braiding his frizzy mess of hair.
“Where did you learn how to braid?” Frank questioned
“Gerard,” Mikey said not taking his eyes off his work.
“Where’d he learn?” Bob asked trying to contain his laughter as Ray continually glared at him.
“No clue, you should ask him,” Mikey said simply, “Anyway, since Bob started with me then it’s my turn,”
“Sure, now you want to play,” Ray said angrily
“Stop moving your head,” Mikey said hitting him lightly, “Unless you want me to pull your hair,”
“Sorry,” he really didn’t sound apologetic
“As I was saying, my turn,” Mikey said, “Frank,”
“I think you already know the answer,” Frank said smiling confidently.
“Fine, you have to confess your undying love for the next person to walk through that door, and be really touchy feely about it,” Mikey said pointing to the hallway door. The very same door that Gerard had walked through and disappeared moments before. Shit, Frank thought, silently hoping he wouldn’t walk back into the kitchen.
“Okay…” Frank said running a hand through his hair and looking around, “Hey Ray?”
“I fucking hate you, Iero,” Ray said after hearing his dare from Frank. Nobody but Ray was allowed to hear this one. Well at least Mikey wasn’t allowed to hear it. Every time we get off topic you have to say out loud that you love Mikey until the end of the game.
“Hey does anyone want anything to drink?” Mikey asked taking a break from his braiding.
“I would say yes, but I’m duck taped to a chair,” Ray said, everyone ignored the comment.
“You got anything caffeinated?” Bob asked
“Anything caffeinated? Is that even a question? Have you seen the amounts of caffeine Gerard consumes in a day?”
“Good point,” Bob said chuckling. “Then something caffeinated,”
“Sure,” Mikey said getting up.
Ray mumbled something under his breath
“What was that Ray I couldn’t quite hear you,” Frank said, though he knew exactly what was said.
“I love you, Mikey,” Ray said louder and looked nervously at the blonde digging through the fridge. Nothing.
“Here you go, Bob,” Mikey said throwing a can of coke across the table at Bob, “Did Ray already do his dare?”
“Yes…” Ray grumbled, “But’s it’s till the end of the game so it’s my turn,” he added in and then looked to Bob. He’s the reason I’m in this mess in the first place. Ray thought angrily as Mikey continued the braid. Wish Mikey would hurry up though, his fingers keep brushing my neck and it’s driving me crazy. “Bob,”
“Yes Ray?”
“I’m going to murder you but…”
Five minutes (and a very sticky situation with the duct tape as they tried to free Ray) later, the three of them were standing outside on the porch while Bob walked around on the street waiting for a poor jogger or dog walker to come by. I dare you to walk up to the next person to walk by and scream at them how you lost your voice and you need help finding it. This was going to be hilarious if anybody walked by.
“Mikey you can quit it with the braid,” Ray said as Mikey moved to the other side of his hair.
“But…fine, just let me take it out for you,” Mikey said slowly running his hands through Ray’s hair to undo the delicate braid he had been working on.
“Ow…” Ray whined as he did so
“Oh man up,”
“That’s coming from the guy who knows how to braid,”
“Fuck you,”
“Guys shut up, someone’s walking by,” Frank interrupted elbowing Ray in the side
“I love you, Mikey,” he mumbled…nothing. Really you’re standing right next to me.
“Excuse me!” Bob practically shouted at the poor girl jogging by, she gave him a perfect ‘what the fuck?’ look. Who wouldn’t…Bob was still dressed in the clothes he slept in last night and his hair was standing up in every which way. He looked like a homeless person.
“Ah, Hi? Can I help you?” she questioned taking her ear buds out of her ears to talk to Bob.
“Yes! You can! You see I’ve lost my voice! Can you help me find it!!!?” the poor girl looked terrified.
“Oh sorry to hear that!” the girl said looking at Bob like he was some sort of escaped mental patient. “But I’ve just remembered I’ve got to go, sorry,” she said and started running back the way she came. Bob went running after her.
“Please I really need your help!!!!” was all the three of them could hear as Bob disappeared for a few minutes, chasing the poor girl down the street.
“That was totally worth the wait,” Frank said laughing
“Oh yeah,” Mikey agreed then looked confusedly at Ray’s hair, which his hands were trapped in.
“Mikey do you want some help?” Frank asked looking over at the other two boys on the porch.
“You touch my hair Frank, and I will come after you,” Ray growled grabbing Mikey’s wrists and pulling them from his hair. His hands slid easily from his hair and Ray was a bit confused about that for a minute but brushed it off and glared at the younger boy.
“Sorry,” Mikey said
“Okay guys, let’s go back inside I’m freezing,” Bob said reappearing.
“Why are you all wet?” Ray questioned.
“Oh…that girl, she threw her water bottle at me and it exploded,” Bob said shaking his hair out.
“Let’s go inside,” Mikey said containing his laughter.
“Oh hey, aren’t you forgetting something, Ray?” Frank said as Mikey walked back in the house
“Love you, Mikey,” Ray sighed realizing Mikey really wasn’t paying any attention so it really didn’t matter anymore. Bob looked at Ray suspiciously and then burst out laughing realizing this must’ve been part of the dare. Ray glared at him before following Mikey inside the house. Frank and Bob shook with laughter as they followed him inside the house.
“My turn,” Bob said sitting down in the living room, dry again. He noticed Frank nervously glancing at the hallway door where his dare would come in to play eventually. Why don’t we find a way to speed that up?
“Frank,” Bob said, Frank immediately whipped his head from the door to look at Bob.
“Yes?”
“You now have to shout everything you say for the next turn,”
“Where did that one come from!?” Frank shouted smiling
“You’ll see...” that should get someone’s attention.
“Okay! Whatever!” he yelled, “My turn now right?!”
“What the hell is wrong with you four?” Gerard said walking into the room, his hands covered in black dust. Mikey instantly smiled, seeing what Bob was doing with that dare. He elbowed Frank in the side and pointed to the door, Frank instantly froze. Do I really have to? After hearing what he said last night…I really don’t want to say something like that because of a dare…whatever, I can explain later. Here it goes.
Frank stood up and walked over to Gerard, the boy looked at him confusedly. Mikey, Ray, and Bob tried to contain their laughter as Frank practically draped himself over Gerard and running his hands through the other’s red hair.
“Frank what are you-?“ He started.
“Gerard! I love you!” he shouted still from his other dare. And everyone started laughing. Gerard glared at them all.
“That’s nice, Frankie,” Gerard said, trying to push Frank off him.
“No seriously! My love for you is undying,” oh I really hate doing this. He thought as he threw himself back on Gerard.
“What are you guys doing?” Gerard asked accusingly as Frank continued to move his hands all around Gerard’s chest.
“Playing a game, you wanna join?” Mikey asked through his laughter.
“Love you, Mikey,” Ray said sighing. Gee looked over at him confused. So he catches it but Mikey doesn’t?
“Seriously Frank, quit it,” Gerard said quietly to Frank, grabbing his hands and prying them off of him. “Sure,” he agreed taking his seat and Frank plopped down next to him.
“Okay,” Ray said looking suspiciously over at the two of them. They were sitting unnaturally close together but ignored it. “Frank,”
“Hey it’s my turn! And I just went that’s not fair,” Frank yelled,
“Yeah well, we’re starting a new game,” Ray said, “Besides your performance wasn’t very convincing,”
“Fine, what do I have to do?” Frank said irritably.
A smirk appeared on Ray’s face, you’re going to pay for that stupid dare you gave me. “Since you two are already practically sitting on top of each other,” Ray started, Gerard and Frank looked at each other and scooted slightly away from the other. “I dare you to sit on Gee’s lap for the rest of the game,”
“What!” Frank shouted, “Why do you all hate me?”
“Aww come on Frankie,” Gerard said pulling the smaller boy on his legs. “I don’t bite…” he leaned in close to Frank’s ear and added, “…that hard,” Frank shivered, this is going to be the death of me.
“Why did you do that Ray? You literally just gave Gerard an excuse to be touchy feely with Frank,” Mikey said disgusted at his brother.
“Whatever, just an excuse to not look at them,” Bob said, laughing at Frank’s bright red face. Frank glanced over at Ray.
“I love you, Mikey,” he sighed but didn’t expect what was to come. Mikey spit out the water that he was drinking at the moment.
“You what!”
Now you hear me?!

Notes

I really don't have an excuse for not updating other than I was being incredibly lazy. The only major thing I did was draw. That's pretty much it.
Thanks for reading, though! I love all the comments I get. They're what made me finally sit down and write. See you in the next chapter!