You're So Dark

It was Friday, it was seven pm and Frank was down. No, literally, he was down, like down on the floor down because his, Ray’s and Bob’s drinking party started a bit earlier than usual. He was almost drunk, well, not almost, but enough to feel slightly fuzzy. Just slightly.

He thought about everything and nothing, probably had confessed stuff to Ray and Bob which he would completely deny when sober. Ray told Bob about his little crush and do you know what was the first thing Bob said? ‘Fuckin’ finally, I thought he would never realize he was fuckin’ gay’.

He said that. Wow, thanks Bob, Frank thought as he was taking another swig of his Jack Daniels.

“Hey, Jack,” he cooed to the bottle. “You’re my best friend, y’ know. Not these dicks here.”

“Thanks, Frank,” Ray laughed, switching the TV channel to something equally boring as the movie they were 'watching' two seconds ago. "To be honest, I think you'd appreciate some dick if that Gerard boy was offering any."

“You’re welcome, Raymond,” Frank nodded, still smiling at his friend Jack. "And you're probably right."

Yeah, okay, maybe he was a bit drunk. A little bit more. Considering Bob had brought this Jack like an hour ago, and there had been a full bottle of it. Now Frank took another sip and the bottle was empty. Yup. He drained a bottle of Jack on his own. Why? Because he was mourning his fucking destiny. Why, vol. 2? Because he was falling for a boy who was also a student of his. And he didn’t like that.

He did like Gerard, though. He might’ve even liked him more than his bestie Jack [shh, don’t tell him he said that]. Gerard was cute. He was also smart. And funny. And even hot. Yeah, he had that hips-motion, that sway that just made Frank a bit dizzy. And he had really nice legs. Like really, really nice legs. And a nice waist, too. His body was something between the one of a boyish girl and a girlish boy. He was just like… the best of both sides?? or whatever you want to call it.

But the best thing about Gerard? His fuckin’ mind. That gorgeous, fucked up, beautiful mind Frank wanted so hard to ponder inside. But he couldn’t. Why? Because he was his teacher and there were, like, 7 years of an age gap between them. There was, like, a schoolboy between them. A chubby one, holding a donut and a Dr. Pepper. With his two front teeth taken by the tooth fairy. And his hair, like, slicked back, like John Travolta’s in Grease like Frank's mother used to do to him when he was a kid.

Did he mention he liked Gerard? Yeah, he probably did. He just really hated the fact he did.
But yeah, his friend Jack was there to brighten the darkest of times.

“When are you gonna go out and get some, Iero? You've been celibate for way too long,” Bob threw a pillow at him.

“Never,” Frank was about to start preaching. “I’m fucking into a fucking teenage boy who is also my fucking student. And if I try to get some in that situation, I’ll be getting some in the fucking prison shower. Ray told me I’m pretty, and you know what they do to pretty guys in prison.”

“You two can hide or something,” Ray offered. He was still relatively sober [not].

“Yeah, even if that would work, do you really think he’d like me? I mean, me? Nah, man, I’m probably like a grandpa in his eyes or something.” Frank rubbed his eye with his palm. “He’s even out of my league, I’m afraid.”

“Bullshit,” Bob tried to be a good friend [tried].

“Yeah,” Ray agreed, joining Bob in his mission.

“Let it go,” Frank closed his eyes. “Just fucking let it go.”

*

"Where’s Pete?" Gerard looked over at Patrick who shrugged his shoulders.

They were at the Ways’ again, it was Friday and they didn’t have homework [well, Mikey did, but Mrs. Way didn’t need to know that], so the gang was just chilling in Gerard’s basement. Well, with an exception of Pete, who just decided not to show up. Gerard knew there was something going on, he and Mikey didn’t share a single word over lunch break and that worried him. Like, Pete and Mikey were like inseparable the whole week, like, they were a best-friends match of the gods, and now they suddenly stopped talking even though they didn’t have a fight?

Brendon’s mobile buzzed and Gerard almost jumped, which caused Bren to roll his eyes.

“I told him to come and he asked me if Mikey was here and I said yes and now he said he has to study.” Brendon looked at Gerard in confusion, who shot the same look at Patrick, who glared at Mikey with an eyebrow up.

“Talk. Now.” Gerard practically growled at him.

“Uhm.” Mikey looked at his fingers which were tangled in his lap, suddenly seeming really jumpy and nervous.

“Mikey,” Patrick raised his eyebrows.

“Okay okay okay,” Mikey sighed and rolled his eyes. Gerard rubbed his palms together in anticipation, equally interested and kind of anxious because he would lose his main distraction off Mr. Iero when he’d find out what this whole Pete-and-Mikey thing was about.

“Yesterday we were in my room, checking out the Deadpool oldie, you know, the one grandma gave me,” Mikey looked at Gerard and he nodded. “And he told me he wanted to try something. So he…” he paused, “So he kinda kissed me.”

Gerard grinned victoriously and Brendon clapped his hands, while Patrick was smiling like Tiger Woods over a won golf tournament.

“And he went home and he’s been avoiding me since and I literally have no idea what now.” He sighed.

“Well, jumpscare him and make him talk to you, or whatever.” Gerard waved his hand around.

“Gerard here gives great love advice,” Brendon said sarcastically and sighed in annoyance. “But he's right when it comes to the fact you have to talk to him.”

“Try just acting totally normal around him,” Patrick continued Brendon’s thought. “You know Pete, he’s just gonna go with it. And then you jump in with the talk and he won’t be really able to avoid it.”

Brendon nodded with approving and Gerard just shifted on the bed, already getting a headache. Now Mikey practically had a boyfriend. Awesome.

Don’t get him wrong, he was really happy because of Pete and Mikes and shit, but he was, like, dead jealous, too. He probably wouldn’t have been so jealous if he knew he actually had some sort of chance with Mr. Iero. But he didn’t have one, and that sucked.

He sometimes wondered if Mr. Iero was ever even thinking about him. If he was, like, spending his mental energy on him. If he ever analyzed Gerard’s failed attempts of not-blushing when they’d talk or just look at each other. If he ever wondered why Gerard was half-avoiding him. If he ever thought about why Gerard always acted so goddamn intimidated and awkward around him.

“Gerard?” Brendon nudged Gerard in the shoulder. “Would you answer my question?”

“Uhm, didn’t catch it.” Gerard blinked twice and scratched his head.

“Ryan texted me and asked if we all wanted to hang out tomorrow.” Brendon grinned. Gerard sighed. He knew he was going to say yes, simply because he didn’t want to ruin Brendon’s chance of hanging out with Ryan.

“Sure,” he forced a smile. Brendon squealed and was about to text Ryan back when Mikey interrupted him.

“I’ll bail. Count Pete out, too, because I’ll just go over to his tomorrow with some popcorn and coke and force him to have a Star Wars marathon with me,” he sighed. Brendon rolled his eyes but nodded and finally texted Ryan back.

“I think Star Wars won’t be the only marathon you two will be having,” Patrick said nonchalantly and Brendon cracked up. Mikey blushed all the way to his ears and yelled an awkwardly amused ‘shut up’.

“Says the guy who is too polite to talk about underwear. Who are you and what did you do to Patrick Stump?” Brendon questioned through laughter.

“Gerard corrupted me,” Patrick glared at Gerard who raised his hands defensively.

“I’m completely innocent,” he said obliviously, but his totally-not-innocent grin was telling otherwise. Patrick just rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at him.

*

“My. Fucking. Head,” groaning those words out through his teeth was the first thing Frank did when he woke up. It was around 10am. Bob had left at, like, two, and Frank and Ray fell asleep on the gigantic couch they thankfully owned. There were, like, two parts of it, in a right angle, and Frank took the smaller one [obviously] while Ray was snorting on the larger one with his hand sweeping the dust off the floor in a steady rhythm with his inhales.

“Ray,” Frank nudged his side, “Ray. Wake up. You’re going to be late for work.” Ray groaned and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

“Holy fuck.” Ray growled. “Matt is not going to be happy when he sees me like this.”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that last night, man,” Frank said, equally hungover as Ray was. He praised the gods for choosing a job that didn’t require working on weekends.

“Shut up,” Ray rolled his eyes and got up. Frank followed, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. He heard the water running in the bathroom and sighed loudly. The water was going to be ice cold after Ray got out.

Ray soon left for work and left Frank home alone. He considered handling his hangover with his friend Jack, but he decided against it. He took the freshman essays from his briefcase and got cracking while sipping on his coffee.

Using work as a distraction just showed how much of a loser he really was.
He was done by 1 pm, when he took a shower and went grocery shopping. He came back home, did the laundry and had lunch. He watched three episodes of Doctor Who and by five he had no idea what to do with his life. When he settled he was just going to go and sleep, his phone buzzed.

Ray obviously forgot the building keys, again.

*

"Wake up, sunshine." Gerard was woken up by a loud yell before he groaned and opened his eyes. His vision was a bit blurry, but he registered a familiar figure pushing the curtain of his little window aside, letting just a bit of sunshine into his room.

Brendon?

"What the fuck, man?" He rubbed his eyes and realized it really was Brendon, who now pulled his covers off him, leaving him cold and still sleepy as fuck.

"It's, like, noon and your mom let me in. We're going out!" Brendon said with flaming enthusiasm before plopping down on his bed. "Spiderman boxers are fetch, I guess."

"Shut up," Gerard rolled his eyes, "And we're not going out at noon, man. At least I'm not. Do you treat Patrick like this, too?"

"This was Patrick's idea," Brendon grinned. "Anyway, we're going to Ryan's at two."

"Two?" Gerard groaned and shifted. "I don't wanna leave this bed, like, ever."

"Wanna hear an interesting thing?" Brendon smiled and put his head on Gerard's stomach.

"Yeah? And get off me, your fucking heavy pumpkin head is giving me a stomachache," Gerard tried to push him off, failing epically.

"Mr. Iero lives in the same building as Ryan," Brendon smirked.

Gerard immediately jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Brendon giggling like a fool on his bed.

Notes

Another shitty chapter with another shitty title. You obviously dig it being shit so it'll remain shit. Ly all baes.