Golden Days

Brendon was a little shocked when an angry looking, cigarette smoking Michael came jogging up to him. He had expected the way brothers to be at least another hour and for Mikey to turn up supporting a wasted Gerard. He was even more shocked when Mikey muttered “Gerard just bought an actual human off Bob Bryar with my consent” Brendon fixed Mikey with a quizzical look “Brendon… we don’t want another Pete”

Brendon’s jaw twitched before nodding. Pete had been his best friend and he was so excited when Mikey and Petey had fallen in love. He had loved Pete like a brother, an older brother who protected him and when he had… died both him and Mikey were gone. It had been easier for Brendon, Mikey supposed, but in reality Brendon was just a little better at hiding it.

“Okay Mikes” Brendon sighed. Bob Bryar was high on his and the brother’s hit list, anything they could take from that man was worth it. Mikey took a drag on his cigarette before throwing it onto the carparks ground, stubbing it out with his heel. Gerard soon appeared, a young man accompanying him. Brendon automatically opened the door for the pair, Mikey moving to sit shotgun with Brendon.

The boy was maybe 5 foot 4 ish… maybe 5 at a push, with short black hair that framed his face softly and big bright hazel eyes. He was Gerard’s type, Brendon thought as he watched Gerard softly steer him towards the car. Brendon ran a hand through his hair as he watched the pair approach. Gerard smiled to himself as he led the boy towards the car with the air of someone who had won a special prize.

“Brendon!” Gerard exclaimed as they approached “This Is Frank” Frank smiled meekly and mumbled a feeble ‘hello’ to Brendon.

“Brendon Urie, driver for the Ways, pleased to meet ya Frank” Brendon grinned, politely nodding to Frank. He motioned to the open door “Well, get in!” Gerard pushed Frank forward towards the door and the younger boy gratefully climbed in. Brendon closed the door behind him and turned to Gerard “I hope to hell you know what you’re doing Gee” He said quickly before moving around the car to the front seat.

“Trust me Bren, I do”

Gerard climbed in the car, and soon started the drive home. Frank had his eyes glued to the window in sheer amazement, and Gerard kept turning to look at him. The boy was pretty, Gerard admired him from across the backseat of the car, it was almost tragic that he had ended up caught in the web of drug abuse that Bob presented in the same idyllic manner that the Ways did. For the past 5 months the brothers had been trying to go legit and scrap whatever drug ties they had, it was almost impossible. The night’s party was meant to be the one where they could cut off trade with a major supplier, but now that seemed unlikely.

The low buzz of Mikey’s voice came from the front seat, but the conversation was hushed, on purpose to stop the young boy and even Gerard from hearing. Even so, the car was quiet enough to hear the muffled conversation clearly enough, Gerard listened closely, taking in notes. Frank however, busied himself with watching the night life pass them by as Brendon drove the car further away from the party.

“Brendon you can’t expect…”

“Michael, even you would expect it, no lies”

“Fine Brendon, but we can’t have what happened to us happen to him”

“Happened to all of us Mikey, let’s not make this personal”

“It was our duty to-“

“Michael quit it”

And Mikey did quit it. With a resigned sigh he leaned back, watching his brother from his peripheral. The knowing look on Gerard’s face made it plain to his younger brother that he had heard a good chunk of the conversation. Gerard raised an eyebrow, Mikey did the same, almost in that perfect sync they could never quite shake off.

“So Frank, you’re 19? I’m 19, almost 20” Mikey said, diverting the conversation. Frank jumped at being addressed, turning his attention to Mikey in the front seat next to Brendon. A spike of jealousy rushed through Gerard as Mikey talked to the boy. He chastised himself in his mind, they had just pulled the kid out of Bryar’s one-man life ruining show “Where are you from anyway?”

“New Jersey” Frank mumbled. The two brothers blinked at each other.

“No way Frank” Gerard mumbled, Mikey shoved a hand through his hair “Us too” Frank shrugged, he didn’t believe much in coincidence. Brendon tapped Mikey’s leg and he turned back to face the front “How the hell did you end up here then?” Frank swallowed hard. Gerard immediately felt awful, and reached across the seat, gently placing a hand over Franks. Frank drew back, looking a little scared “No- nevermind, it’s fine”

Frank looked terrified of Gerard, causing his stomach to twist. Gerard had no intention of hurting him, in fact, he felt the urge to protect him like he was something oh so precious. So Gerard withdrew, god knows what Bob had done to the beautiful boy sitting next to him, god knows what Frank had gone through before Bob, god knows what Frank himself thought of Gerard. There was an almost injured animal quality to Frank that Gerard had only seen on someone’s face in nightmares.

Slowly the car came to a halt and Brendon jumped out the car, immediately running to Frank’s door, pulling it open in one deft motion. Inside the car, Mikey and Gerard reached for the handles, once more in time, and stepped out together into the dark night. They both looked up the drive to the large home they shared, the stairs lit up by light spilling from the open door. A silhouette of a man with a mass of hair stood in the middle of the door way, arms folded.

Frank stared up at the home in amazement. It was 3 stories, and unlike anything he had seen before, New Jersey or New York. It looked beautiful in the early evening, Frank thought looking upwards.

“Mikes? Gerard? I swear to god, Will Gould came running by like 5 minutes ago, shouting at me that you had confronted Bob Bryar down at Leto’s party. Something about buying a kid for two thousand…” The man came trotting downstairs and immediately noticed the small frame beside Brendon “You actually bought a human? Jesus Christ, the both of you are so dead, especially you Mikey! Why would you let Gerard buy-“

“Ray, shut up” Mikey groaned and rubbed his temples. There was a second where Ray faltered in his step for a second “I’ll tell you later, can you just help me get a room set up for Frank… please?” Ray sighed and nodded.

“Michael James Way you better explain ‘Frank’ damn well” Ray fixed Gerard with an angry stare “And you… I’ll get to you later Gerard”

“How many times have I heard that in my life Ray?” Gerard grinned as Mikey dragged Ray back into the house grumbling. Gerard walked around the car and gently touched Frank’s shoulder “Come on, let’s get you inside and cleaned up Frankie” Frank looked up at Gerard looking a little surprised by the nickname Gerard had given him “Night Bren’, see you tomorrow” He smiled back at Brendon who was now reclined on the side of the car again, drumming his fingers against the metal.

“I’ll see you tomorrow if Ray doesn’t kill you as soon as you get Frank there to bed, and you Frank… I’ll see you around man, goodnight” Brendon laughed. Frank cracked a smile at the boy who seemed to have taken the appearance of Frank in his stride. Gerard smirked in Brendon’s general direction before carefully leading Frank up the stairs of his home. As soon as they were both inside, Gerard closed the door behind them.

Frank stared around at the wide expansive hallway unfolding in front of him. Portraits adorned the walls, the most notable being of two children on the knee of a much older woman with wild black hair. It wasn’t taken with a camera; it was painted almost painstakingly with what Frank assumed were oil paints. Frank pondered upon the painting, intrigued by who those people could be. Apart from the paintings, there was nothing much else all too remarkable besides the large staircase and the doors leading off of it.

“Do you want to go get cleaned up Frank?” Asked Gerard, running a hand through his hair in an almost echo of the way his brother did “I can go find you clothes, probably wont be exactly your size, but they’re better than being stuck in a suit”

Frank nodded “Yeah… please… thank you” He said, looking up at Gerard with large puppydog eyes. Gerard directed him upstairs and opened the first door on his left.
“The room opposite’s yours” Gerard pointed to an open door where Ray and Mikey seemed to be fighting to get covers on pillows “I’ll leave some clothes in there. We’re downstairs if you’ll need us, just follow the sounds of arguing”

Frank laughed, smiling at Gerard. Gerard’s stomach did a backflip as the boy entered the bathroom beside him and shut the door with a small click, locking the door.

“Gerard, if you’re quite done with whatever you’re doing, daydreamin’ probably, can you get in here and help me and Mikey get this bed sorted?” called Ray, breaking Gerard out of his trance.

“Sure I can Ray, I’m just gonna grab Frank some clothes… I’ll be right there”

Notes

Mostly filler, Semi-killer.
Gerard is such an ass in this one, not gonna lie, boy gets so jealous.
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