Title: A Campaign of Distraction
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, only the plot.
Summary: Frank Iero is kinda sorta in denial with his love for Gerard. Mikey Way can't stand to see such obvious emotions being unnoticed by his to blind to realize what's in front of him brother. Gerard Way can't and maybe doesn't want to keep a relationship going for more than a month. Things get messy and feelings get put out in the open. These are the facts in this fiction. The unknown is how everyone will deal, and how it will turn out.
Warnings: Drug use, under age drinking.
“Hey Ms. Iero. Is Frank in?”
“Yeah, one sec, I’ll go grab him,” Linda Iero gestured with her hands for the two boys standing on her porch to come in, as if she would leave them on her porch. This was practically their second home, and had been for years. She moved down the hallway way, towards the staircase to call Frank down.
Mikey walked into the living room, slipping off his shoes, followed by Gerard. He could faintly hear Linda calling Frank down from his room.
“He’s probably playing Playstation,”
“Or guitar,” Mikey added in.
“Or beating off,”
“Who’s breathing off?” Mikey turned to see a mildly confused Frank clad in pajama pants that were to big for his itty bitty frame and a worn black flag tee.
“We’ve still got thirty minutes until we need to head over to Ray’s place,” Gerard piped.
“Wanna smoke a bowl or two?” Frank asked. No answer was necessary as the three boys headed towards Frank’s room.
Mikey and Gerard took a seat on my navy carpeted floor, as I shoved a towel under my door, and lit an incense, before taking a seat next to the two. I reached over Mikey’s lap, to grab a pipe from under my bed.
“Put some music on Gee?” I asked.
This was ritual for us. I put my finger on the carb and lit the bowl. Once I was sure I’d gathered enough of the potent smoke in the pipe I took my finger off the carb, dragging the thick milky white smoke into my lungs. I handed the pipe to Gerard, letting the smoke out. I watched him as he exhaled. That boy’s better than chocolate. He tilted his head back, exposing the smooth pale skin of his neck. How could I not be in love with him? How could anyone.
We’d smoke three more bowls, and my room was officially hot boxed, before Gerard thought to pull out his phone and check the time.
“We’ve gotta go get Ray.”
I opened my window, changed my pants, and grabbed a hoodie.
When I was sure the smell wasn’t too noticeable we took off, grabbing our shoes at the door, and shouting good bye’s to my mom. The great part about being high with a small group of people, the Way brother’s to be more precise, was that we’d all get empathy highs. We’d either all be laughing, giggling messes, or we’d all be less talkative, paying more attention to our thoughts than normally. Today it seemed to be the later.
We walked the familiar eight blocks to Ray’s place, I focused on the way the streetlights hit the wet pavement, in an attempt not to perv on Gerard. It was beautiful really, in that filthy city kinda way.
I felt a hand on my lower back and turned my head to see Gerard, looking straight ahead, lost in thought. I wanted his hand off of me. I felt the warmth radiating through my skin, and tried to wish it away. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but that’s why I was uncomfortable. I mean I didn’t want to love it. I shouldn’t be thinking so deeply into such a simple touch but it’s hard when you’re head over heels for the person touching you, and still in denial about it most times.
I remember the first time I’d realized I was having feelings for a boy, Gerard to be exact. It was about three months ago. August I think. The four of us, with a few other friends of ours, where at a house party deep in the city. I’d stepped outside on the deck for a smoke and saw Gerard leaning against the house. One foot on the ground, and one resting against the wood paneling, bent at the knee. I stopped. I stopped moving, stopped breathing. And just stared. I always knew Gerard was beautiful, but wow. His black, too-long-for-a-boy, hair hung in his face, as he slowly, lazily took a drag on his cigarette. It was almost painful, his beauty. He lifted is head and smiled, only through the right side of his mouth.
“Hey Frankie,” he said, slightly slurring his speech and looking at me. It was hard to see his eyes but I knew they’d have that glassy look they got whenever he’d been drinking or smoking pot. My heart felt heavy, like an anvil and I could’ve sworn I felt it drop to my stomach.
“Need a smoke?”
“Uh, I. No. I’ve got one,” I choked. I lit up and turned my back to Gerard, to stop myself from staring.
“I’m fucking drunk.” I hear him say.
“Are you drunk?” Gerard asked as the sliding glass door opened and his over bubbly boyfriend Jason stuck his head out.
“Come on Gee, I wanna dance,” he whined. Fucking whined. As if Gee would even like to dance at some vomit stained teenage house party. Gerard put out his cigarettes and flashed me a smile, before heading in.
“Not drunk enough,” I whispered.
Authors note: Frank&Peen-not just in your fics anymore. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you suck. J/K. I totally spent a good chunk of time typing his up when could've been taking a bubble bath or thrashing around to Letahermouth, so comment and lemme know you guys are reading, yeah?