You're So Dark

“No,” Mikey sighed, leaning his head onto Patrick’s shoulder, “I don’t know why. I just… I’m not sure if it’s me who’s the problem, or he just isn’t ready yet.”

“I’m sure it’s not you, Mikey,” Patrick tried to sound as comforting as he could get, “Pete has been through a lot. Remember the girlfriend he’d had until a few months ago? And the way he spoke about their breakup, that it’d been a ‘mutual thing’? Well, it wasn’t. She’d been cheating on him and he’d caught them in bed together.”

Mikey widened his eyes so much that Patrick thought they’d fall out of his skull if he stretched his eyelids any further, “Seriously? Why, how, who with?”

He sighed sadly. “He was actually a really good friend of ours. His name was Mark. Ashlee introduced him to us as her ‘best childhood friend’. Actually, she’d been sleeping around with him behind Pete’s back for months. It’s an understatement to say Pete was devastated when he found out.”

“I can fucking imagine. God, now I feel so bad about trying to make him ‘gather some balls and fucking ask me to be his boyfriend already’, he’s probably freakishly afraid of commitment.” Mikey literally cried out, and Patrick was about to say something when Pete stormed to their table, Ryan and Brendon hot on his heels.

“Hey, guys,” Ryan cheered.

Without bothering to say ‘hi’ to any of them, Mikey turned to Pete instantly. “Pete, can I talk to you? Like, outside, in private?” Patrick shot a glance at them, but he engaged into a conversation about Gerard and LA with Brendon soon enough, leaving the subject of Pete and Mikey at the back of his mind.

Pete furrowed his brow. “Yeah, sure.”

Mikey let Pete follow him outside, leading him towards under the bleachers by the soccer field. Pete was eyeing him questioningly all the time, but he said nothing until they both sat down.

“What’s up?” He asked Mikey, looking at him suspiciously.

“I just wanted to say how sorry I am about forcing you into a relationship you’re not ready to enter. I’m so sorry, Pete, and I- I seriously had no idea.” Mikey had tears in his eyes by now and Pete couldn’t help but to take Mikey’s hand in his and wrap his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders.

“No, hey, don’t cry, it’s all fine. But, Mikes, what are you talking about?”

Mikey buried his face into the crook of his neck. “Patrick told me about Ashlee, and what a bitch she was to you, and what she did to you… and… oh my God, Pete, I would never do that to you, I swear. Like, cross my heart and hope to die. I will do a pinky promise if you want me to. Here,” he almost poked his little finger into Pete’s eye and Pete couldn’t suppress letting out a honking laughter.

“Oh, Mikey,” Pete was still laughing, literally shaking from laughter and Mikey was watching him with a confused grin until he calmed down. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

“I’m sorry, I was such an ignorant prick,” Mikey wrapped his arms around Pete’s waist while he was still chuckling and nuzzled his head into his shoulder, “But I promise.”

“I know, honey,” Pete kissed the top of his head, “I know.”

*

It wasn't until 11am that Gerard woke up, yawning to the feeling of soft, calloused fingertips brushing stray strands of hair from his eyes. He opened his eyes slowly, peering over the room he somehow knew wasn’t his; even though the rooms weren’t exactly different from each other, but similar only in every possible way there was. It was a hotel, for Christ’s sake.
He felt someone shift beside him so he looked over there, to find a smiling face of his teacher inches away from his own.

“Oh my God, please tell me you’re still Frank. Frank as in Frank, not Mr. Iero Frank.” It’s safe to say Gerard was slightly scared [as fuck] and quite reluctant [as fuck] to believe that all that happened last night was only a dream [or his fantasy, which would be as predictable as Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson’s breakup had been. (Not that Gerard had any idea about that, no way, and no way in Hell. And the day he found out she cheated on him he totally didn’t run around the house screaming ‘that trampire!’)].

“Good morning to you, too,” Frank chuckled and leaned in to brush Gerard’s forehead with his lips, which sent Gerard into a sigh of relief whose size could be measured by somewhere between ‘Empire State Building’ and ‘Mount Everest’. His heart was thudding slightly calmer now, still not as calm as it should be, because, y’know, Frank.

And instead of being a normal human being and simply saying ‘good morning’ as everyone would, Gerard decided to fucking jump on Frank and hug him to death.
Smooth moves, Gerard, Brendon would be fucking proud of you; even though Brendon probably would be proud of him, simply because Gerard was literally one step away from taking his advice. ‘Just pounce on him, Gee,’ said Brendon. ‘He would be all in for it,’ said Brendon. Well, Brendon was a tool. But he loved him anyway. [a/n: *Miss Jackson by P!ATD starts playing*]

Frank was still chuckling, and he wrapped his arms around Gerard’s waist and simply held him while he was snuggling against his chest. “If you were slightly more hairy on the face, I’m sure I would mistake you for a puppy because of how fucking cute you are.”

Now Gerard was blushing completely, all over to his ears, and he lifted his head from Frank’s chest to look at him. “’Morning.”
Frank giggled, one of his ridiculously adorable high-pitched giggles Gerard had become idiotically addicted to by now. He leaned in and kissed Gerard gently, bumping their noses together in an awkward manner that was kind of pleasant for the both of them. They were both grinning when Frank pulled away and Gerard laid his head on Frank’s chest again. “I probably shouldn’t be getting used to this, should I?”

Frank brought his hand to Gerard’s hair, gently running his fingers between tangled locks and sighed. “I don’t know the right answer to that, honestly.”
Gerard didn’t say anything, he just breathed in and out, taking Frank’s aroma in, the faint smell of coffee, cigarettes and spearmint lingering inside his nostrils pleasantly. He loved the way Frank smelled, it felt like home. He also loved the way Frank’s arms felt around him, as if he was secure and nothing would ever be able to hurt him, and that also felt like he was in the safety of the place he actually belonged in. The only place he’d ever felt like he belonged was in the company of Patrick, Ryan, Brendon, Pete and Mikey, but that was different. It was really pleasant, but this was something else. It was something he could never get enough of, something that he felt like it could become a drug he would relapse to even if he tried his hardest to get clean. That scared him just as much as it kept him warm.
“Let’s go make breakfast, yeah?” Frank said after a short while and Gerard immediately hopped up and strolled to the kitchen. He placed the kettle on the stove and took the coffee he’d bought yesterday afternoon out of the cupboard. In a few minutes the coffee was done and he filled two mugs with it, placing one in front of Frank and taking a sip from the other one. “I see that your idea of ‘breakfast’ is ‘coffee’.”

Gerard smirked. “Good thing you noticed.”

“But no, seriously,” Frank put his mug on the counter, “We should have some breakfast.”

“I don’t usually eat breakfast, I guess?” Gerard pronounced it as a question. “Mikey said I’d die of caffeine overdose.”

“You probably will,” Frank chuckled, “and I’ll die of lung cancer.”

Gerard froze. “Don’t even mention that, idiot.”

Frank rolled his eyes. “Anyway, let’s go out.”

“Out?”

“Yeah. It’s not like LA is round the corner from your house,” Frank said thoughtfully, “We should go enjoy it, we don’t have to be on the train station until seven.”

Gerard sighed. “I have to call Brendon, though.”

“Do that now, I need to take a shower and lunch should be starting in a couple of minutes there.”

“Okay, I will,” Gerard raises his eyebrow. “I’ll go out under one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re so buying me cotton candy,” Gerard’s eyes shined.

Frank laughed, “If you behave.”

*

“Is everything okay with you and Pete?” Brendon nudged Mikey on the way to the Ways’ house, Patrick talking to Ryan and following short behind.

“Yeah,” Mikey smiled, “It’s okay now.”

“Good,” Brendon grinned, “Where is he, even?”

“He went home; he said he had a headache. He told me he’d come over if he felt better.”

“Oh,” bit his lip.

“Did you hear from Gee yet? He hasn’t called me since last night,” Mikey sighed.

“Yeah, he called me while you were out with Pete at lunch today,” Brendon furrowed his brow, “He said he has some ‘really fucking important shit news’ to tell us. He’ll call tonight when they get on the train. I have a good feeling about this.”

“You have a good feeling about everything,” Mikey rolled his eyes.

Brendon flipped him off and went to ask Ryan something [or probably just flirt with him really badly]; while Patrick joined Mikey again. “Did you talk to Pete?”

Mikey sighed, annoyed. “Why do I have to have this conversation with everyone? Yeah, it’s fine now.”

“Sorry,” Patrick made an apologetic face, something like a kicked puppy and Mikey immediately felt like someone punched him in the stomach. Darn, he hated hurting Patrick’s feelings.

“No, don’t apologize,” he mumbled, “I’m the one who’s snapping at everyone these days.”

Patrick didn’t say anything, he just smiled sadly and Mikey mentally facepalmed himself. Nothing was going well these days. He missed Gerard, everything was so easy with Gerard, Gerard was always the one to bitch about shit like ‘the chips being too salty’ and ‘the coffee tasting like vodka, not that he’s complaining’, making Mikey laugh at completely pointless and stupid things and forget about everything wrong in his life. Fuck, he missed him so much.

*

“You are fucking kidding me, Gee, I swear, you are.” Brendon had been nothing but huffing into the microphone of his earphones and holding his in place [the other one was in Ryan’s ear] for the last half an hour and Gerard was talking and talking and fucking talking and boy that guy could talk.

“I hate you; you’re literally the luckiest person ever.” Ryan mumbled, stunned, they both were. They were at Ryan’s place – his dad working the graveyard shift and them not having classes tomorrow because it was some holiday or something – listening to Gerard ranting how he’d fucking kissed a teacher and the lucky piece of shit got himself a kind-of-boyfriend.

“Okay, okay, but I have to go now, Frank is freaking out,” Gerard sighed.

“Okay, don’t let him fuck you too hard,” Brendon sighed and before Gerard could tell him how bad of a friend he is, he hung up.

Ryan pulled an earphone out of his ear and leaned his head against the headboard of his bed, sighing loudly. Brendon noticed this and crawled closer to him, taking Ryan’s hand in his.
You see, Brendon Urie was a complex guy. Most of the time he acted like a real asshole, but when it came to certain people in certain situations, Brendon Urie was the sweetest and nicest thing alive. Ryan Ross was one of those people and every situation with Ryan Ross was one of those certain ones simply because it was Ryan Ross.
“What’s the matter?”

Ryan sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Oh come on, let’s do something,” Brendon pulled his wrist and went to stand up, but Ryan pulled him back. He looked at him with a serious look in his eyes. “What?” Brendon furrowed his brow.
Ryan didn’t say anything, he just pulled Brendon closer until their lips were barely brushing, and Brendon got the message. “Ry…”

“Shh,” Ryan put his finger on Brendon’s lips.

“Ry, I told you we can wait, seriously-”

“Brendon, this is something I’ve been thinking about a lot, okay? I love you and it’s something I want to do. Now and with you. I’m completely sure,” Ryan smiled slightly.

Brendon bit his lip. “I love you, too.”

“Then just go with it, yeah?”

Brendon smiled widely. “Yeah.”

*

“How old are you, even?” Gerard mumbled, chewing on his cotton candy and hoping nobody would notice the two twinks sitting on the Hollywood sign, eating pink, sugary poison and snuggling for dear life. Gerard felt slightly like a criminal now, he’d done so many illegal shit these days. He blamed Brendon and his goddamn bad influence.

“Turned 25 on Halloween,” Frank grinned and stole a small piece of the candy.

“Wait, didn’t Ray have a party at your place then?” Gerard furrowed his brow. There was something seriously off about literally everything about that party.

“Yeah, he threw it for me. I had a good costume, though, nobody even recognized me except for Ray and Bob,” Frank grinned.

“What were you dressed as?” Gerard said, absentmindedly.

“The Crimson Ghost,” Frank stated proudly and Gerard almost choked on the candy he shoved into his mouth a second before.

Notes

IT'S THREE [four twenty four] IN THE MORNING AND I'M TRYING TO CHANGE YOUR MIND

Sorry, it's like 4:24am and I've come home from vacation like a few hours ago and I'm still in my swimsuit [wow] and I'm so fucking unclean I think I'll have a panic attack. And I know this chapter sucks some serious dick [Samantha shut up [Samantha is my best friend [her name isn't actually Samantha]]].


I'm sorry for not updating, but as I already said - I was on vacation, incredibly uninspired and preoccupied [by going out and socializing [with people as pathetic as me, mind u [Nike & Anja I know you love me anyway shut up]]]. No, basically I was just sitting around the pavement outside my vacation house, shouting at random people and being a fucking queen because I shoved a button inside my shirt.

ANYWAY
THAT ISN'T IMPORTANT
I'MMA GO NOW I THINK I SHOULD GET TO BED

[or nah]

P.S. sorry for not writing any smut for Ry and Bren,,,,,,, I just couldn't make myself do it, it seemed too weird [idk why]

EDIT:
Should I make that ask.fm shit? I mean, I already have it, but they're all stupid and deactivated. I'd like to make one where you would ask me questions [if you want] ... just let me know down in the comments if ya wanna, please, so I can give you the link in the next chaper

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