Unknown Identities

“I love you, Mikey,” Ray 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?! Ray thought angrily.
“Wait a minute…can you please repeat that?” Mikey asked again, looking from Ray to Frank rapidly. Frank was laughing like crazy, he almost forgot that he was sitting on Gee’s lap…almost. Gerard’s arms slowly wrapping around his center reminded him.
“I said…I love you, Mikey,” Ray said, he wasn’t getting out of this so he might as well be forward about it.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” The blonde said, blushing slightly. Then he remembered the dare that Frank gave his frizzy haired friend at the beginning of the game…the one that he wasn’t allowed to here. He narrowed his eyes at Frank. “This was part of his dare wasn’t it?
“Yep,” Frank said still giggling as he leaned back against Gerard’s chest.
“You’re going to wish you hadn’t, Iero,” Mikey seethed, glaring at the boy in his brother’s arms.
“Whatever, anyway it’s my turn right?” Frank asked. “Hey Mikey?”
“Yes, Frank,” Mikey said in a fake happiness that scared everyone. Gerard leaned down to Frank’s ear and whispered:
“You’re screwed,”
“Thanks for the confidence,” Frank whispered back, sarcastically. “Anyway, I dare you to tell us why you were so shocked to hear Ray say that…Do you like him?” Frank added in sarcastically.
“No!” Mikey shouted a bit too fast. That said it all.
“You’re a terrible liar, Mikes,” Bob said, laughing.
“I am not!”
“Yes you are,” Gerard added in
“Even my own brother…”
“I love you, Mikey,” Ray added in after Frank threw a pillow at him
“Not helping,” Mikey glared at Ray. He shrunk away from the thoroughly embarrassed blonde sitting next to him. “My turn now,” Mikey said, smirking at Frank. He can’t call on me since I just went but there’s nothing stopping him with Gerard….shit, Frank thought.
“Gee,” Mikey called out
“Yes my brother?” Gerard replied.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Mikey said, rolling his eyes at Gerard as he laughed, “Anyway…Every time someone says your name you have to whisper a compliment in Frank’s ear in the most seductive way you can,” Mikey whispered so only Gerard could hear.
“Fine,” Gerard said, I really hate you sometimes.
“Okay, Gerard, it’s your turn,” Mikey said smirking as his brother glared at him. He leaned in close to Frank.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Gee practically purred into Frank’s ear. Frank jumped slightly, what the hell? This has got to be that dare Mikey gave Gee…shit.
“Yeah, Gerard, it is your turn,” Ray said catching on and laughing as Gee glared at him as well.
“Come on, Gerard, we don’t have all day,” Bob added in.
“Or how absolutely amazing you are?” He whispered to Frank, “Perfect in every way,” why does he sound so sincere? Frank wondered for a moment, “Well since it’s my turn,” Gerard finally said, “Bob, think it’s your turn,”
“Sur-“ he was cut off by a phone ringing. Frank’s phone.
“Oh, sorry,” Frank said sheepishly, “One second,” he got up off of Gee’s lap and walked to the kitchen, talking his phone out of his pocket and clicking the talk button. “Hello?”
“Frankie! I need you to come home,” his mother’s happy voice bellowed through the cell phone. He pulled the thing away from his ear, wincing at the volume his mother was speaking at.
“What for?” he questioned, “And stop shouting,”
“Sorry…but I got called in to work and I want to make sure you’re home safe before I leave,” she said, a little quieter than before but still pretty loud.
“O-okay,” Frank said looking over at the time, 12:26, well I would’ve probably have been going home soon anyway. He thought
“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” his mom said
“Bye,” and he hung up the phone.
“You’re leaving then?” a voice said from the door way. Frank jumped and looked over to the person.
“What is up with you and Mikey just appearing out of nowhere?” He questioned to the red head standing in the doorway. He laughed.
“Sorry…maybe you’re just jumpy,” Gerard replied.
“Maybe,” Frank said, “Anyway, yes I’ve got to go, mom wants to make sure I get home safely before she goes to work,”
“Oh, sounds familiar,” he said, “I’ll help you get your stuff together,”
“Thanks, but you don’t have to,”
“I want to,” Gerard insisted.
“Okay,” Frank replied knowing he probably wasn’t getting rid of the other boy any time soon.
The two of them walked down to the basement.
“It’s not as destroyed as I thought it would be,” Gerard said looking around his room.
“Yeah, we really didn’t do all that much after we came back down,” Frank replied finding his backpack and disappearing into the bathroom for a minute. Taking off the pajamas and reluctantly discarding them in his bag, they still smelled like Gerard. He got dressed in appropriate clothing for walking around on the street and walked back out into the main room of the basement….only to walk right back into the bathroom. Gerard stood shirtless by his dresser in the corner. Thank god he’s wearing jeans…
“Frank?” he questioned walking over towards the bathroom. “You okay?”
“Yep, just fine,” he squeaked.
“You bolted back into the bathroom the second you walked out,”
“I’m fine,” Frank said walking back out of the bathroom and keeping his eyes on Gee’s face. “Now put a shirt on,”
“Oh, right,” Gerard stated embarrassed. He pulled on the shirt in his hand, “Happy?” No Frank thought sadly but kept his mouth shut. “Which stuff is yours?”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll grab it,” he said starting to pile his stuff on the table and back into his bag. The second everything was back together he started to pull the heavy thing on his back, so glad I finished all this crap last night…not sure how well done it is but it’s done all the same…what the? He though as his bag was pulled away from him.
“This thing looks like it’s going to crush you,” Gerard said swinging it on his own back.
“What are you doing?” Frank questioned as the taller boy started to walk back towards the stairs with his backpack on his back.
“Being a good friend and not letting you get crushed under this thing…what the fuck you got in here…bricks?”
“Well…thanks and no just chemistry,”
“So bricks…”
“Pretty much,” Frank laughed.
The two of them walked up from the basement and towards the front door. Passing through the living room they found it empty.
“Where the hell did they go now?” Gerard questioned.
“Fuck if I know,” Frank replied, laughing at the confused look on Gerard’s face.
“I swear,” Gee said shaking his head.
They headed out of the house and on the sidewalk. Walking in complete silence back to Frank’s house but it wasn’t an awkward silence for once. Neither of them felt compelled to say a thing, the silence said it all. Once on Frank’s front porch, Gerard handed the weighed down bag back to Frank.
“Thanks,” Frank said, “And sorry for last night…you know for having to deal with me at two in the morning,” he said embarrassedly, looking down at the floor. Finding the concrete very interesting.
“Oh don’t worry about it, I’ve never shared my bed before much less with a cute guy,” He replied, winking at the smaller boy.
“Are you flirting with me?” Frank asked laughing slightly. Letting him know it was just a joke.
“Make of it what you want,” Gerard said shrugging and smiling, “But I really do think you’re cute,” and with that he walked away and disappeared down the street, leaving Frank alone and slightly flustered. He composed himself a bit and then walked inside his house.
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He woke up a few hours later, alone in his house on the couch. He was confused for a moment and then realized I must’ve been dreaming. He thought sadly pushing himself up off the couch. After Gerard had left and he walked inside, he said goodbye to his mother as she rushed out the door still trying to put her shoes on and literally collapsed on the couch and passed out.
He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water trying to shake off the dream he just had. It felt so real…his lips, his hands…Ah shit, Frank thought and grabbed a glass filling it with water. He was tempted to dump the water on his head in an attempt to get rid of the dream but decided that would just mean he would have to clean it up later. He jumped up on the counter and sat there drinking the cool liquid and calmed himself down a bit. I really hope I never have a dream like that again…he thought, I don’t want my relationship with Gee to be awkward because of what my imagination can come up with. He thought and then walked back in to the living room and turning the TV on. I just hope the real thing is that good of a kisser.
Frank did practically nothing for the next few hours. Just sat around, played his guitar, or starred absentmindedly at the TV. To say he was bored would be understatement. He had no idea what to do, he contemplated going back to sleep but was too afraid that the dream would come back. He thought about texting Gerard if he wanted to come over or something but decided that would probably end up being the death of him so he continued doing what he had been doing. Sitting and starring. Fun.
Six o’clock his mother came back in with one of her friends from work trailing behind her and talking non-stop.
“Frank! Where are you!?” she called out once she was in the kitchen.
“Upstairs!” he called back. I wonder what he’s been doing all day. His mother thought, there really isn’t a mess to clean up so…should I be worried?
“Can you come down here!?” she yelled again, looking apologetically over at her friend for all the yelling.
“Sure, one second!” he yelled back and appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, “What’s up?”
“Why do you look so bored?” she questioned taking note of her son’s appearance.
“Because I’ve literally had nothing to do for the past four hours,” he replied
“Oh come on, it’s a Saturday night and you’ve got nothing?”
“Nothing,” he replied.
“Well we’re going to fix that,” his mother said as she started to push her son towards the door.
“What are you doing? Mom!” he protested.
“You should go out and do something,” she replied
“But I told you, I’ve got nothing going on,”
“Oh, you’ll find something. I’m going out with my friend here tonight so I can’t have you moping around the house by yourself,” she said opening the door and pushing him out.
“Hey!” he shouted, “So you’re going to lock me out of my own house!” he yelled as he saw the door shut and the heard the lock click.
“Yep!” he could hear his mother shout from the door, “It’s for your own good, go have some fun…just don’t bring any boys home tonight,” she said sarcastically.
“I can’t believe this…I think I just got kicked out for the night by my own mother,” Frank said incredulously to himself. What the hell am I going to do? I’m locked out of my house on a Saturday with nothing to do. Well, I guess I might as well try to find something. He thought as he walked off the porch and into the darkening day before him.

Notes

Well, another kind of useless chapter for plot. Oh well, I tried. Next chapter is going to be fluffy as hell so I hope you're ready. Anyway....Thanks for reading! As always I appreciate any and all comments!