You're So Dark

“Honestly, I realized that everyone knows something I don't, but whenever I’d ask them they’d be like ‘ask Gerard’ and I’m really tired of their bullshit,” Mikey cocked his suspicious eyebrow even further upwards and Gerard could swear that it was an actual inhuman ability. He sighed, long and painful while Mikey was intently watching him. “What were you doing in that car for so long?”

Gerard blushed and widened his eyes, weighing the options inside his head. He could lie to Mikey and risk being completely fucking shitstormed when he found out, or he could tell him the truth and hope he wouldn’t call the cops. Which he probably wouldn’t because he was Mikey and he also had a stash of pot inside the bottom drawer of his dresser.
“Making out,” Gerard said, almost inaudibly, and Mikey twitched in the spot.

“You were what?” He shrieked and Gerard bit his lip. He started telling him the famous story, right there at the porch and Mikey followed mostly every sentence with words that wouldn’t make their mother proud. “The person I feel the most sorry for is your fucking teacher. He might be hot, but Gerard, he’s risking everything he’s got for your little fling. He could go to jail or something! And never get a normal job again because he’d be accused for violating minors or something.”

Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes, “Mikey. I’m eighteen years old. I can date whoever I want.”

Mikey started shrieking again, “Fucking hell, but he’s your teacher! Imagine how awkward your classes will be.”

“That’s like, the least of all problems.”

Mikey was about to say something else [probably thoroughly question the morality of his slightly deranged older brother and instruct him into condom usage or something] but he was interrupted by someone rushing over to him and hugging him dead. “Mikeyway!” The girl squealed and Mikey started laughing, probably realizing who it was. Shit dude, it was dark and Mikey didn’t have the best vision in the world.

“Lyn! Where did you appear from?” Mikey questioned and hugged back before she let him go.

The girl, about Gerard’s height, with long black hair, pale skin and a really rad Iron Maiden t-shirt grinned, “Hayley made me go, honestly. You know that Pete asked her to come, right..?”

Mikey looked confused for a second, but then his face turned into an expression of realization. “Yeah, I remember, sorry, I’m kind of slow these days.” Gerard snickered and mumbled ‘yeah, just these days’ to himself. “Uh, sorry, I forgot, Gee, this is Lindsey Ballato, the person I’d probably fail every Geography test without. Linds, this is my older brother, Gerard.”

Gerard got up and smiled as politely as he could at the girl, who was looking at him with a cheeky grin. “Nice to meet you, Gerard. Mikey is constantly telling me how annoying you are, so I’m guessing you’re awesome.”

Gerard giggled and elbowed Mikey, who was currently hissing curses at her, lightly, “Burn, little bro. Uh, yeah, forget everything he told you. Actually, don’t, because when you get inside and meet Brendon, you’ll hear much worse things about me. Probably really bad innuendos, but whatever. Rule one: Bren is full of shit.”

She laughed and nudged him playfully, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Just as they were about to enter the house, something tackled Gerard [too much tackling, really] to the ground and hugged him so hard he thought he’d suffocate. “You lucky piece of shit!”

Gerard started laughing, “Thanks, Pete [a/n: seriously, Milo, again?”], I love you, too.”

Pete groaned, “You know I love you, fucktard. Let’s go inside, Hayley had to stop by at the store.”

They all got inside with great difficulties [four people, one door] but finally managed after a harsh debate about Gerard’s living space in the basement. Good thing Donna wasn’t home and his shack was large enough to fit nine people in, because fucking hell were those people clumsy.

A ‘Gerardgerardgerardgerardgerardgeraaaaaaard!’ was heard, synchronized with the thumping of feet against the stairs and everyone but Gerard quickly disappeared into the basement before they had to listen to Brendon’s rants about how he missed Gerard so much it wasn’t real.

“Hello,” Gerard sighed just a second before he got tackled to the floor again.

“Me and Ryan had sex.”

“Thanks for that information,” Gerard shrieked.

“You were continuously blabbing about Mr. Iero’s lips being soft as frick and his stubble being scratchy for thirty minutes, now it’s my turn.” Brendon helped Gerard up.

“That’s different. There were no dicks involved,” Gerard mumbled, “but okay.”

“Oh come on, Getard, I’m just kidding. I’ll tell you all about it when we’re alone. Let’s go downstairs now. Patrick and Ryan hooked Mikey’s playstation in your TV and now are kicking each other’s asses in Mortal Kombat and I think we’ll need popcorn.” Brendon grabbed Gerard’s hand and started pulling him down the stairs.

“God, I missed you guys,” Gerard sighed contently and followed.

*

“Truth or dare, Gerard?” Hayley smiled at a slightly intoxicated Gerard, who was currently weighing his options of drinking more vodka or eating more chocolate.

“Truth,” he slightly slurred, not completely drunk, but distracted, as she laughed at something Pete said about Gerard looking as high as Pete felt.

“Would you rather date Lindsey here, or Jenna from Art class?” She raised an eyebrow. Lindsey kicked her side, but Gerard didn’t catch it. He was too caught up in his mind debate.

“Uh, Lindsey? I guess,” he bit his lip, not even paying attention to what he was saying. He didn’t catch Hayley’s satisfactory smirk, Lindsey’s wide eyes or Mikey’s suspicious glance. Eh, fuck it, chocolate and vodka it is.

They kept on playing and Gerard kept on chewing on his many mini Mars bars and sipping the almost empty bottle he was holding in his hand. He was thinking about Frank, how great he was and how nicely he treated him. Goddamnit, he felt so lucky for having him. If he actually had him…? Whatever, he wasn’t wasted, but he was too drunk to care anyway.

“Gee,” Lindsey nudged him, “It’s you again.”

“What?” He looked around himself. Brendon and Ryan were making out in some corner of the room, Pete and Mikey were half playing-half smoking weed and Patrick, Hayley, Lindsey and Gerard were the only ones actually socializing without exchanging any kind of DNA.

“Truth or dare,” Hayley was the one to ask, again. It’s not like she didn’t have her fair share of pot smoked, so she was particularly giggly, too, while Patrick and Lindsey were probably the only ones who could hold a normal conversation going without the fear they’d throw up on each other at some point.

“Dare,” Gerard said indifferently, “Just don’t make me get up, please.”

“I don’t know… uh, make out with someone here. Linds, would you do the honors?” Hayley looked at Lindsey, who looked at Gerard, who looked at Patrick who was staring at Hayley.

“Uh, I can’t.” He slightly came to his senses, frowning thoughtfully and looking at his mental image of Frank. “I mean, Lindsey is awesome and everything,” now he was looking at her, “You really are. You’re beautiful, too, really. I bet every guy on this planet would chop his left foot off for you to shoot a spare glance at him.” Now Lindsey was blushing, but Gerard wasn’t finished. “But I’m seeing someone who’s really important to me. Like, really, really important. They’re something I can’t risk losing, y’know? And I don’t want to make anything awkward between you and me, either, because I really want to be friends with you.”

Now everyone was grinning [except for Hayley who disappeared into the bathroom or something, and Brendon and Ryan who were still sucking each other’s faces] and Lindsey smiled widely and kissed his cheek, “You’re the best, Gee.”

*

When Frank came home, he found the apartment freakishly clean and pleasant-smelling, while Bob and Ray were sitting on the couch, watching Clockwork Orange and eating popcorn in complete silence. The first thing that came to his mind was ‘is my grandpa dead?’, and after a mini-seizure he realized they weren’t wearing all black [well, Ray wasn’t] so probably no one had died.

“Why the fuck is everything here so… tidy? Did you have an orgy or something, so you had to clean everything up before I got back?” Frank shrieked before slumping beside Bob and grabbing a handful of his popcorn.

“Hello to you too, Frank,” Ray rolled his eyes. “No, but my mom was here.”

Frank sighed, suddenly not really pleased that no one died. “Thank god I wasn’t, then.” Ray’s mom hated Frank. She hated him for having too many tattoos and never going to church and not eating meat and being really open minded and voting for Obama and ‘making Ray like all those satan bands’ and literally everything that made him a relatively good human being. Oh, shit, how would she react if she found out he was seeing a student of his? And a guy at that.

He started giggling at how fucked he’d be if that ever happened, and Bob started giggling with him because she didn’t like Bob that much either, and Bob also didn’t really fancy her back. It was mostly because he worked in a club whose owner was apparently a drug dealer at the side, too. Frank wasn’t even fucking sure that could be counted as something illegal in Jersey anymore, considering so much worse and horrific shit happened every day and no one ever batted an eyelash.

Ray threw a pillow at the both of them, because, even though they had every right to dislike her, she was his mom and he loved her and all that jazz. “Enough about that, what about the kid? Did you endure it? Please tell me you didn’t rape him-”

Frank bit his lip, a mysterious smile playing at the corner of his lips. He didn’t want to tell them anything about it, not yet. “I didn’t.”

“What are you not telling us…?” Ray raised a suspicious eyebrow. Well, it’s not like Frank could blame him for knowing him since forever and his ability to read him like an open book, but he could definitely curse everything inside his head because it wasn’t the fucking time.

“Nothing,” he smirked and ignored everything what they said to him from then on- even though they were quite persistent- the only thing on his mind Gerard and the huge bowl of popcorn he stole from Bob in front of him.

*

10:32am
From: Frank<3
Wanna come over? I have pancakes, coffee and an empty apartment

Gerard smiled like a tool as he was rereading the message he already replied to with ‘pick me up at the corner of my street in fifteen?’ and ascending upstairs to get his shoes and see if Mikey was awake. He was, sitting on the couch and eating toast, Pete sitting beside him with a glass of orange juice in his hand.

“Is mom back?” He asked, tying his shoelaces.

“Yeah, graveyard shift, she’s gone to bed at around nine, I think. Her shuffling around woke me up. She said yesterday that she’s going to make dinner tonight because she literally didn’t see you for like, a week.”
Gerard nodded; his mind still on Frank as he was looking for his hoodie around the kitchen.
“What are you smiling about? And why are you all… clean and nicely dressed?” Mikey mumbled; his mouth full of toast and Gerard rolled his eyes.

“I’m heading out,” he grinned and chucked his phone into the back pocket of his favorite black skinnies.

Mikey and Pete looked at each other and said ‘Frank’ at the same time, in a tone that indicated that they were both annoyed and extremely amused by the situation. Gerard just grinned and flipped them off with his hand, put his hoodie on and marched out of the house, yelling a ‘don’t wait up’ to the both of them as he was jogging to the corner of his street. There stood a familiar car which Gerard didn’t hesitate to jump into, and he was greeted with a smiling Frank.
He was wearing worn out blue jeans that had holes on the knees, along with a white Morrissey t-shirt and a brown cardigan. His short hair was tousled and seemed messy and newly washed, but great at the same time, making him look really cute and domestic like that. Gerard leaned in and kissed his cheek before he began driving. He also shaved, Gerard noticed, and he wondered if it would be more comfortable kissing him like that. Nah, he’s probably always comfortable to kiss, Gerard noted to himself and grinned affectionately.

“I hope you like blueberry pancakes, because that’s all I had.” Frank shot him a sideways smirk and Gerard snickered.

“Pancakes are pancakes,” he bit his lip, smiling.

Notes

I want skeleton gloooooves.

My internet was out since like forever so I just decided that I'd spend my time writing and listening to Black Flag's Black Coffee on repeat and drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee.
You're welcome.

- Milo