You're So Dark

"Ray. You're kidding. This isn't true," Frank was running around and squeaking, so annoyed at himself for acting like an insane fangirl, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to punch someone because he knew it wasn't true. He also wanted to punch someone because he knew he wanted it to be true. He fucking hoped. But why the hell? He couldn't do anything about it. He knew that.

"Frank, calm down!" Ray yelled at him while chasing him around the apartment. "It's true!"

"Gerard isn't in love with me, Ray!" Frank yelled back, suddenly stopping, making Ray stop too and almost slam into him. No pun intended.

"He obviously is."

"But what now?" He slumped on the floor, hugging his knees and putting his head on top of them.

"Now you ask him if it's true and you two get all gay," Ray said. Great tutoring, Ray, I bet your milkshake brings all the students to the yard, Frank thought.

"It doesn't work that way! That makes me a fucking pedophile, Ray! And I'm not that," Frank yelled into his thighs. "And we're going to LA in like, what, three days? We're gonna be alone in a train for five days, Ray, five! How am I supposed to be calm?"

"Well, I don't know. Listen, you're gonna think about it later, okay? Now, sleep through. We've got an important party to throw. A man turns twenty-five only once in his life, right?" Ray grinned.

Oh great. Perfect. It was Halloween tomorrow. Meaning, it was his birthday tomorrow. Meaning, Ray wanted to throw a party. Meaning, Frank would have to put up with it because Ray always won. He was expecting a seizure every minute now.

Ray knew this party wasn't something Frank was looking forward to. But he was preparing a surprise for him.
*
"Mr. Iero's apartment? How come is that we're invited?" Gerard widened his eyes, practically yelling because Brendon really didn't know how to shut up.

"Ray," he huffed. "You, me and Ry. Originally, he wanted to ask all of us, but Pat can't and Pete and Mikes aren't 18..."

"Technically, we have to be 21 to drink, but yeah," Gerard stated, suddenly really confused. This wasn't what he was hoping for. Well, his scenario wasn't quite realistic so he realized why he was so confused. "Did he say anything else?"

"No," Brendon scrunched his nose. "He just said it's a costume party."

Oh fuck. Now he just really wanted to dress in drag because fuck morals, but that wouldn't really give him much credit, now would it. "I don't have that, fuck this, Bren."

"Gerard," Brendon looked at him like he just presented him a bucket of something and called it an 'invisibility mojo'. "You're a living, breathing vampire."

"What?" He looked at him with an eyebrow up.

Brendon stood up and walked towards his wardrobe. He dug through it with Gerard eyeing him suspiciously the whole time. "So," he finally turned around with a few clothing items in his hands.
He threw the rest on the couch and showed him a black button up, theatrically waving his hand around it and mouthing a 'voila'. Gerard rolled his eyes.

Brendon picked up a pair of plain black dress pants, which Gerard had no idea he even owned. Well, he sure as hell had never worn them. Then Brendon picked up a blood red tie and now he was positive this wasn't his closet, but he was also positive Brendon was painfully gay because that, my dear ladies and gentlemen, was the best thing you could combine in an outfit.

That would also go great with his combat boots. Well, Mikey's combat boots, but he could always snatch those away.
"I'll get you all the other props tomorrow. The party starts at six, I'll be here at three. You better shower before I come. No pun intended," Brendon grinned and Gerard just rolled his eyes really slowly, so Brendon could see every capilar that burst inside it from all the flu-trauma he'd been through lately.

"By the way, do you think you'll make it? I mean, with the flu and all?" Brendon asked. Gerard looked at him and sighed.

"Good thing you remembered," he glared at him. "But it's fine, I'll manage. I threw my gut up at some point this morning so my stomach's fine, my throat's still sore, but that's nothing a little vodka can't fix."

"Oh god," Brendon huffed and put Gerard's clothes down. "I'll ask Donna to iron these for you."

"Why do I hang out with you?" Gerard closed his eyes and sighed loudly.

*

"I love the way she just simply doesn't give two fucks," Mikey snickered. "She's just killing them all."

"How can you like anything about her? She's the ultimate bitch!" Pete widened his eyes. "How?"

Mikey furrowed his brow.

"She literally just killed Akise," Pete pointed at the screen judgmentally.

"But she only did that because he wanted Yuki!" Mikey protested.

"He was protecting him the whole way, plus - he saved them all a million of times."

"But Yuno loves Yuki!" Mikey was persistent.

"Akise loves him more! Akise died for him!"

"Yuno is his girlfriend!"

"That doesn't mean anything!"

"How?"

"You're not my boyfriend."

Then Pete realized what he said. And then Mikey got tears in his eyes. And then he pulled himself out of Pete's grip.

"So, that's how it is." Mikey looked hurt. Really and genuinely hurt.

"Mikey... I... I didn't-"

"Shut up! Just fucking- just shut up," Mikey hissed at him. And then he stood up. And then he ran from his room. Pete could hear his footsteps echoing through the hall. The staircase. Then the slam of the front door. Then the voice of his mom calling 'Pete?' to which he didn't answer. He was just sitting inside on his bed, his back against the wall and his eyes full of tears.

*

'From: Ryan
To: Ray
He's in, man. This should be easy'

Ray smiled at the message. He looked in the direction of Frank's emo corner[A/N: Nevena he might be you] in the hall. He didn't move the entire evening. He was just sitting there hugging his knees.
Ray decided to be a good friend so he stood up, grabbed Frank's smokes from the coffee table and threw them beside Frank who just shot him a thankful glance, lit a cig and got back to his business. Ray was worried about Frank lately. He just hoped everything would get on fine with Gerard. The boy himself seemed nice. Ray just hoped he was nice, too. Fuck, he definitely was, but what if he hurt Frank anyway? Damn, Frank was Ray's best friend, his wingman. He wouldn't be able to see him broken, not again - not after Jamia. She really fucked Frank up, and Ray still resented her for that. He probably would until the day he died.

He wanted to help Frank because he knew he was in too deep to climb back up. Literally. He knew Frank and Frank was one slightly complex personality - he was a hopeless romantic, nevertheless. And Ray didn't know what Gerard was like. He hoped he'd have the chance to find out.

"Ray?" He heard Frank's small voice from the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"'Night," Frank smiled. Ray waved and followed Frank with his look while he was entering his room. Frank looked scared and confused, and Ray didn't blame him. He just really wanted everything to be right, for once in Frank's life.

*

"Gee," Mikey shook Gerard's shoulders. "It's almost noon, wake up."

Gerard groaned and switched his position, sighing in relief when no muscle made him wince in pain. He was really determined just to get over with today, and he was really glad he could do it with minimum pain. He was worried about tonight, especially because Mr. Iero wouldn't be Mr. Iero for a couple of hours. He'd be Frank. And that scared Gerard to death. Would he be witty and nice, even at a party, or would he become a wild party animal after two shots? Gerard somehow wasn't sure.

"Can you go up for breakfast, or will I have to carry you?" Mikey's voice added, making Gerard jump out of his trance.

"Sorry," Gerard looked at him, "I can get up."

"Good."

Gerard stood up and dragged himself to the bathroom, realizing he was in desperate need of a shower. He had three hours time to do it, he knew Brendon was serious about him having to shower before he arrived. Gerard really didn't want to know what Brendon would make him do if he disobeyed.

"Hey mom," he greeted her when he got into the kitchen.

"Hey, Gee," she smiled. Good mood. "I got your shirt ironed."

"Brendon," he said through a sigh. He got his coffee and drained it in minutes while munching on a cookie.

"Who are you going with?" His mother asked a little later.

"Brendon and Ryan."

"Who's Ryan? And what about Patrick and Pete?"

"Ryan is Brendon's boyfriend, Patrick is grounded for the weekend and Pete and Mikey weren't invited since they're younger." She nodded.

"It's not Pete and Mikey," Mikey mumbled from the table. Both Donna and Gerard looked at him questioningly. "What?" He mumbled.

"May I have a word, Mikes?" Gerard tried so hard not to sound posh with that sentence.

"Sure," Mikey nodded and Gerard led him to his basement.

He closed the door behind himself and looked at Mikey, who was squirming uncomfortably beside the bed. "Talk," he commanded and pulled his sleeve down to the bed. Mikey sat beside him and sighed.

"What should I say?" Mikey sighed. "We had a fight, I stormed off."

"Detail," Gerard looked at him.

"Ugh," he groaned. "It was something about some anime at first, then he mentioned the fact that I'm not his boyfriend." Mikey had tears in his eyes now.

"Oh, Mikes," Gerard snaked his arm around his brother's shoulders. "I'm sorry."

"It's totally fine," Mikey rubbed his eyes with his palm. "It's like... we're so close, but he's so afraid to make the commitment. It's not like we're getting married, holy crap."

Gerard nodded. "It's okay, Mikes. He just needs some time, yeah? He'll realize he's afraid without a reason."

"Yeah, I guess," Mikey sniffed. "Thanks, Gee."

"Anytime," Gerard smirked when Mikey hugged him for real. Brotherly bonding time wasn't something they practised often these days, it would seem they'd been closer before. That wasn't true, obviously, and Gerard was glad for it.

"What about Mr. Iero?" Mikey asked a few minutes later, making Gerard visibly tense immediately. "I shouldn't have asked, right?"

"Yeah," Gerard sighed. "Yeah."

"Oh, Gee... he's still going to be on that party."

"Yeah, but what am I supposed to do? 'Hey, Mr. Iero, having fun, wanna fuck?' or something? I'm just really confused about everything," Gerard cupped his head with his hands. He felt weird and fuzzy and he just wanted it to stop, it was driving him insane.

"It's fine, man. You know he loves your company, and that's a big plus."

"Maybe he's just plain nice, Mikes," Gerard sighed.

"Stubborn fuck," Mikey rolled his eyes. "You better take that shower soon."

"It's like, twelve thirty," Gerard huffed.

"Bren's going to be here at three?"

"Yeah," Gerard nodded, before he crossed the short distance to his desk. He sat there and started sketching absent-mindedly, telling himself he had plenty of time. Mikey came over and ruffled his hair, made a grimace because his hair was greasy as fuck and he'd touched it, and left the room. Gerard was drawing vampires, again. It was for some sort of occasion - it was Halloween, after all. He had fun with that for a long while, that he didn't even notice the door behind him opening and someone entering his room.

"Still in your pajamas? Do you seriously want me to murder your ass?" Brendon's voice startled Gerard, and he could literally feel the glare he was giving him inside his voice. "You better tell me you have-" he interrupted himself when he touched Gerard's hair. "You're a dead man, Gerard Arthur Lee Way."

"How did you-"

"Your mom," Brendon cut him off and nonchalantly waved his hand.

"So you, like, exchange other people's personal info now." Gerard stood up and sighed loudly, rolled his eyes and treated Brendon with a glare, who returned it with a warning glance at the bathroom door. Gerard sighed again, in despair this time. "Okay, okay, I'm going."
"I'm not expecting you for another hour, you know. You better scrub off the first seven layers of your skin, I want you squeaking clean. I'll prepare your things by then. I brought you a lot of shit," Brendon shooed him into the bathroom.
"I hate you," Gerard yelled after him. He stood in the middle of his bathroom, looking at his messy reflection in the mirror. Then he decided to look away because he was already feeling nausiated by looking at himself. He stripped his shirt and his pants, trying not to stare at the flob at the bottom of his belly. He had a feeling he would do something if he did. He got under the shower, spending fifteen minutes just on rubbing his scalp thoroughly. Then he spent another fifteen minutes scrubbing the rest of his body and finally got out of the shower feeling like he was reborn.
He brushed his teeth, shaved quickly[even though there really wasn't much to shave] and he even blow dried his hair. He wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom, finding Brendon already dressed in his attire.

"Jack Skellington? Really?" Gerard grinned.

"You should see Sally," Brendon smirked.

Gerard laughed and rolled his eyes. Then he felt something being flicked at him, and he picked it up.

"I'm not wearing these," he shoved the plain black boxers into Brendon's face. "Batman it is."

"Jesus fuck, you're such a nerd," Brendon made a face, but found Gerard's Batman boxers soon enough and gave them to him. He got back to his makeup, until he realized Gerard was still looking at him.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to leave so I can put my boxers on?" Gerard widened his eyes.

Brendon snickered. "You wish. It's nothing I haven't seen before, hun."

"I hate you," Gerard said and turned around, dropping his towel and putting his boxers on as fast as he managed.

"True, but you have a nice ass, so it's fine," Brendon smirked.

Gerard just rolled his eyes. "Clothes?"

"On your bed. Be careful not to rip, stain or crumble anything because I'll rip your throat out," Brendon said in a casual tone.

Gerard walked over to his bed, cursing everything and everyone before putting the clothes on and grabbing the shoes from the other side of the room. He tied the laces with a great deal of trouble, because Brendon got his hands on those too and he polished the shits to perfection. When he was done, he yanked the tie around his neck, before he realized he had no idea how to tie a tie.

"Bren," he sighed. "Tie my tie."

"You make that sound so perverted," Brendon grinned and Gerard sighed loudly, waiting for him to finish. "Done."

"What now?"

"Leave the rest to me. Go sit on that chair," Brendon pointed at his desk chair. Gerard obeyed as he watched Brendon take out a small bag from his backpack and walk over to him. He grabbed all sorts of thingies from it, and told Gerard to close his eyes and hold still. Gerard felt like a canvas for the next half an hour, before Brendon told him to open his eyes and mouth.

"Mouth?" He furrowed his brow.

"Idiot," Brendon waved a little box which had 'vampire fangs' written on it. He complied and felt Brendon chuck two sharp thingies on his teeth. He only told him to hold still for another three minutes while he was combing his hair, and then Brendon fetched a mirror. "What do you think?"

"Holy crap, that's me?" Gerard grabbed the mirror and observed the image more carefully, wondering if Brendon just stuck some picture on it.

"Yeah, babe, all you," Brendon smirked and winked, feeling hopeful. This was their only chance, and now he was certain they wouldn't screw up.

Notes

Hi. I know I'm an ass. Sorry about that.
I feel like this chapter is short but I'm not sure because I'm on my phone and Rogue is being a sweetheart posting this.
I'm on holiday. Shit is happening. Writer's block, for example.
Sorry 'bout that. *trumpet noises*
I swear the next chapter will be more eventful. Cross my heart. Or whatever.

Why I love Rogue, you might ask? Because she uploads things for me when I can't. Also she's really hot. And funny. She's my best friend. (sometimes she accidentally makes my entire story blue but I always forgive her because I love her)