You're So Dark

"Is he asleep?" Gerard whispers, shifting on the bed so he can take a better look at the couch. Ryan nods, gently removing his hand from Patrick’s hair and sitting up, wrapping a blanket around him.
“I think he’s gonna’ be like this for days,” Brendon sighs from the chair, “I feel so bad for him.”
Gerard nods, closing his eyes and shaking his head when thinking about everything Patrick’s done. “Pete really should’ve warned us. And him.”
“How could he know? Don’t be so hard on him, Gee,” Bren makes a worried face and lets Ryan sit in his lap.

Gerard says nothing, but looks in a different direction. He’s currently really bitter, he doesn’t know why, but it’s just so unfair. Patrick didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve public embarrassment in front of the only person he’s developed feelings for in a long time. He really didn’t.

Gerard looks at Patrick, and then the both of them on the chair, and lets a pained sigh escape his lips.

“We know,” Ryan smiles at him reassuringly while kissing the top of Brendon’s hair. “We all do.”

*

“Oh, God, I can’t believe I actually turned this shit in.”
Gerard’s essay on Lovecraft really sucks. Like, really, really, and not even in that good way blowjobs do. No, this sucks really fucking badly. And the frown on Frank’s face as he’s reading it while Gerard’s looking at him is telling him that Frank knows exactly how much it sucks.
When he’s done, he looks at the paper again with a slightly pained facial expression, and Gerard already wants to bury himself in a hole in the ground and die. Then he looks at Gerard and Gerard looks away, because he’s really, really embarrassed and his face is probably burning up because he’s so angry at himself for even turning that shit in.
“Gerard,” Frank mumbles, “look at me.”

Gerard does, and in no time, Frank’s fingers are holding his chin and he’s kissing him softly. What Gerard doesn’t know is the fact that Frank has, while kissing him, written and circled a big bold D+ at the top of the paper.
Gerard breaks the kiss and looks down at his printed essay, furrowing his brow, but then grins at Frank and wraps his arms around his neck.
“It really does suck,” Frank smiles, “even Hoppus got a C-. Well, I’m one hundred percent sure he’s bribed someone to write it for him, but whatever. The point is that I’m not disappointed in you. I know what you can do. But when we do one of these on Baudelaire in February - you better fucking ace it, okay?”
Gerard kisses him again, content. “It’s a deal.”

“Coffee now?” Frank knows what face Gerard will make even before he actually does make it. And bingo, three milliseconds later, Gerard is beaming at him, all flushed cheeks, scrunched up nose and crooked smile and Frank can’t help but to thank whatever God is listening that this boy is right here beside him at this moment.

“I’ll take care of that,” he kisses Frank’s cheek and strolls into the kitchen immediately, not giving Frank any room for objections. He’s left him sitting on the couch, with a bunch of ungraded essays in his lap and a really stupid, idiotic smile plastered onto his face.

*

“You’re a fucking lifesaver,” Mikey captures Lindsey in a bear hug as soon as they exit the Geography classroom, and Lindsey grins widely.

“Awh, Mikeyway, it’s my pleasure,” she smiles and kisses his cheek.
Suddenly, Mikey’s pulled back and found in another pair of arms, and he’s dumbfounded for a moment until he hears that idiotic grin through the very familiar voice. “Oi, Ballato, don’t go stealin’ my man when I’m not around.”
They all chuckle and Mikey rolls his eyes, but kisses Pete’s cheek anyway as he settles into the hug.
“Don’t worry, Wentz, he’s all yours.”

“I’ve got the next period free, so I was wondering if we could-“

Mr. Iero [or Frank, or homie, or bro, or whatever, Mikey doesn’t know yet] happens to be passing in the hallway, of course, and of course it happens to be just at the time Pete’s in some kind of trouble. “Hello Mr. Way Junior, and Madam whose name I still haven’t had the pleasure to learn.” He salutes in their direction, with a smirk. “Peter honey, can you explain your absence in Chemistry for the past three days? Mr. Trent says he really misses you.”

Pete bites his lip, and Mikey rolls his eyes. Typical. “I, uh-“

“Oh, look! What an awesome coincidence, you’ve got Chemistry third period, and that’s… well, now.” Frank rolls his eyes and Lindsey can’t help but to grin. Why doesn’t she ever get the hot, cool, sarcastic teachers? Why?

“Well, I, uh-“

Frank quirks an eyebrow. “Well, do you need a written invitation? Class. Now.”

With that, he feels dismissed, and walks down the hallway, swaying his hips absent-mindedly and making Pete roll his eyes. “I sometimes hate him so much.”
“You literally can’t hate someone who has an ass that nice,” Lindsey says, shamelessly staring at him while he’s walking away. “God, he’s going on my list of people whose pants I want to get in. Def-fucking-nitely.”

Mikey bites his lip. “Unfortunately, he is not single.”

Pete shoots him a look, but he ignores it.

Lindsey furrows her brow. “How’d you know?”

Mikey curses inside his head.
“He lives in the apartment above Ryan’s. We’ve seen him with someone,” Pete saves the day, and Mikey really loves him at that moment.

Lindsey makes an ‘ah, well, that’s a shame’ face. “He still has a really nice ass.”

Pete winks at Mikey, but turns to her, “No harm in looking.”

*

“Hey, Gee, wait!” Gerard hears someone calling after him, so naturally, he turns around. And falls. Because someone ran into him. “Shit, sorry, I’m so such a fucking klutz.”

Hayley helps him get his books off the floor and into his locker, then insists on fixing his hair [and then eyeliner], and when they’re done talking about how shitty Manic Panic’s oranges are for her hair, she finally remembers why she wanted to talk to him in the first place.

“Oh, yeah, uh… Stump.” She bites her lip. “Look, uh…”

Gerard cocks an eyebrow, suddenly very nervous. “Just, uh, I’ve been thinking, and… well, fuck, he’s cute and I want to date him and I don’t give a fuck about his obsession with My Little Pony, okay?”

And then Hayley is the one tackled to the ground, because happy Gerard Way doesn’t do stable hugs.

*

A few days later, a very familiar scenario occurs- Patrick is frantically pacing around Gerard’s kitchen while Brendon is trying to calm him down and Gerard is nowhere to be seen. Brendon suspects it’s phone sex with Mr. Teacher [the nickname was Ryan’s idea], but he doesn’t say anything because Patrick is so frustrated Bren’s afraid he might smack him.

“Whatever you do, just don’t drink.”

Patrick just glares at him and walks past, praying to every pony that could be listening right now for tonight to end well.

*

It does.
By December 3rd [very important date for Gerard, for some reason, he has no idea why] Patrick’s gotten himself a girlfriend, Mikey Way is no longer a virgin and Gerard’s figured out his hidden talent for drawing Frank’s jawline.
It would all be awesome, really awesome, but there’s one thing. One little thing that’s making Gerard incredibly twitchy and uncomfortable and really fucking frustrated. Even though he loves Lindsey fucking Ballato to bits, he can’t seem to ignore something about her he usually wouldn’t find annoying, but it’s pretty obvious he’s fuming about it now.

Because, dear ladies and gentlemen, Lindsey fucking Ballato hasn’t stopped talking about Frank fucking Iero since forever.

Notes

I have Gym tomorrow and I want to throw my insides up. Bear with me and forgive me for this real shitty update you've been waiting for for 11 days [for for yay].

P.S. I'm getting The Sims 3 tomorrow and I think this school year reeks of 'hot videogame Frerard action' already.