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I'm not gay, right?

The Land of Heterosexuality.

Franks lips tumble down my skin, pressing down on every bit of flesh that they come across. Occasionally the suck, leaving purple hickeys that will last for days. Through those long eyelashes of his, he looks up at me with the biggest eyes I've ever seen. His hand finds it's way underneath my shirt...

"SHIT!"

I rapidly sit up in bed, blood rushing to my head as I do so. I groan, my hand reaching up to my head to rub it. A small disturbance under the sheets, under my sweatpants, steals my attention, but I force it back on track.

I just had a sexy dream about Frank. Well, not exactly sexy. Though the way his heavy hair delicately fell across that beautiful face of his did make him look sexy. How I would have loved for that to be real. To actually feel him caressing my stomach with his gentle fingers would drive me crazy. Or to be able to kiss him with all the life force I have.

So I'm definitely gay. Specifically for Frank. Iero. There's no way to ignore it anymore. Since I know that he likes me, knowing that he likes me enough to kiss me, I've got to do something about it. But LynZ is equivalent to a chain, wrapped around my ankle and tying me to the land of Heterosexuality. The only way to get rid of it is to cut it off.

So that's what I'll do.

- - -

With the time at about 3 pm, I've spent the whole day procrastinating inviting LynZ over. But if I invite her much later than now, she might insist on staying the night. Considering what I'm inviting her over for, that would be the least helpful thing.

With a few taps on my phone screen, LynZ will be here in less than 10 minutes. With just about no idea on what to do for the remaining minutes before she gets here, I decide on cleaning my room. Something I used to despise as a kid, but have taken a liking to nearing adulthood.

Ten minutes worth of elbow grease later, the doorbell rings. "I'll get it!" I yell through the house, rushing to my door and down the stairs.

I open the door, immediately being greeted by LynZ leaning on the doorway. "Wanna go to my room?" I ask, having a feeling that breaking up with her wouldn't go well anywhere but there. She nods, her glossy black hair bouncing up and down. I take a slow pace up the stairs, but soon LynZ begins to rush me. We end up in my room with a record time.

Once both of us are inside and the door is closed, she's kissing me. Pushed me against the door, and my hands are resting on her waist on autopilot. I reach up, resting my fingers on her shoulder and pushing her away ever so lightly. "LynZ."

"What is it, honey?" She asks with an innocent smile, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I invited you over because we need to break up."

"Oh."

I step to the side, then begin to walk over to my bed to sit down. She does the same, though not sitting down, she bends her knees to see eye to eye with me. I bury my head in my hands as to not make eye contact, and to hide my eyes.

"Why?" She asks.

"I've found someone else."

There's a silence. No one speaks until someone does.

"Oh... Is it Emma Chasity? Because she uses a spray tan and way too much makeup–"

"–It's a guy, LynZ."

We fall into another silence. It could have lasted hours. It sounds cliché, but I couldn't tell you if it was three seconds or thirty minutes. In fact, after this long of silence, I'm half sure that she left. To confirm it, I lift my head from my hands. It takes a minute for my eyes to refocus, but even before they do, I see an outline of someone standing against my doorway.

"Hey, Mikes."

"Hey, Gerard."

Mikey walks over to my bed, sitting to the left of me like he always does. He had to have overheard LynZ and I. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have a reason to be sitting here with me. I decide to wait for him to talk first, however. I should listen to what he has to say.

"I like guys, as you know. And you do, too. I know that now." He begins.

"And?" I goad him into a further explanation.

"I just wanted to warn you. Don't tell dad. Ma, she can handle it. But when I came out to dad, things got out of hand. Insults were given, punches were thrown. What I remember, clear as diamonds, however, was what he said. He was relieved that, and I quote; 'At least one of my kids likes pussy.'"

Mikey and I cringe at the choice of words, and then some form of hysteria falls over us. With a smile on my face, my head falls onto Mikey's shoulder. We've always had a closer bond than other pairs of siblings. Trusting each other with more than anyone else.

"But, also. If you start dating someone like—I don't know—Frank Iero? Just make sure dad doesn't find out."

My head shoots up, and I look at him with wide eyes. "H-How did you know it was Frank?" I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Knowing that he likes me, and we can date, I was planning on keeping our relationship on the downlow. But if it's that obvious... Is it really that obvious?

"I've never seen you two in the same room, but based on the way he talks about you, and the way you talk about him, there was no better match. And, a tip for hiding your crush. Control your blushing, and don't stare off into space when you talk about him."

My eyes follow Mikey as he walks to the door, and I fold my legs on one another like an elementary schooler would. "Good luck with your guy." He tells me, before turning away. My mind goes to Pete, and his relationship with Mikey.

"And good luck with yours." I repeat.

Notes

i was about to post this and then it deleted so enjoy this rewrite i made in like 20 minutes.

ps yeah it was short but i have a good chapter planned next

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