Three Cheers For Sweet Waycest!

"Hi, Mrs. Way!" Frank greeted energetically as I pulled him inside.
"Mom, we're going up to my room, okay?" I asked and she nodded. Frank whistled, walking next to me until we were stopped at the stairs. Frank's breath caught in his throat and my eyes widened. Gerard knew Frank was coming over today and there he stood in a towel, his black hair wet and hanging in his face.
"Gee!" I hissed and Gerard simply smirked, putting his hands up.
"It's my house. Now, don't forget to leave the door open, no making-"
"C'mon, Frank!" I yelled, taking the younger's hand and running up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door.
"Dude, your brother is fucking hot." Frank breathed.
"Runs in the family." I giggled. Frank pushed my shoulder and rilled his eyes.
"Seriously, though, do you think I should tell him?" Frank asked, sitting crosslegged on my floor. I sighed, placing The Smashing Pumpkins in the CD player before sitting down opposite of my love confused friend.
"I-I don't know, Frankie." I answered sadly when my mind was screaming 'No, he shouldn't!' "You can get him into a lot of trouble." I told him, feeling sick to my stomach. I was one to talk.
"I know, Mikes, trust me I know but I just-" Frank ran a hand through his hair and I got up and locked the door.
"Mikey-" Frank's protests were cut short as I opened the window, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from my dresser.
"Want a smoke?" I asked, pulling one out and tossing the pack to Frank. Gerard didn't even know I smoked and I had no plans on telling him.
"We have to be careful, though, because my mom and brother will flip." I warned and Frank nodded as I pulled a lighter out of my pocket. I lit mine carefully before sitting down next to Frank and lighting his as well.
Before I knew it, the whole pack had been smoked away and were laying on the floor with stupid grins on our faces.
I hummed in contentment, never wanting to leave my place on the floor. That was, until someone knocked on the door, trying the handle.
"Mikey?" Gerard called and my eyes went wide. Shit. I scrambled to my feet, hiding the empty pack of cigarettes and the lighter under my bed as Frank opened the door.
"Mom wants to know if Frank- fuck, Mikey, were you smoking up here?!" Gerard asked in a hushed shout, closing the door behind him. My hands felt clammy and I knew my face had gone white.
"Uh.." was all I could mutter. Gerard ran a hand through his hair.
"Why, Mikes? Where did you even get the cigarettes? That's not important. Frank, did you smoke too?" Gerard turned his gaze on the smaller boy and Frank's face flushed as he nodded.
"Guys, you're ruining your lives." Gerard sighed, flopping on Mikey's bed. "No one tells anyone about this, okay? Mom already knows one son is a fuck up. Mikes, you got your whole life ahead of you!"
"You're not a fuck up, Gerard." Both Mikey and Frank said at the same time. Mikey sat on the floor by his brother's feet, letting Frank take over.
"You're amazing at art, you're funny and childish but can be demanding when things aren't going the way you want them to." Frank took a deep breath, sitting down next to Gerard on the bed. "You're an amazing friend and brother." He motioned towards me. "You're cute and most definitely are not a fuck up." Frank finished with a small smile, glancing towards me. I returned the smile and turned to Gerard, moving to his other side on the bed.
"We love you, Gee." I murmured in his ear, tears falling gently down his face as we all hugged. It was a comfortable hug. An excepting hug.

Notes

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