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: Under age drinking, talk of violence.
Oh God. Way to early to be up. I raised my head and looked around, to check where I’d ended up. Ray’s house, luckily I wasn’t at some random’s house after a night like last. Oh man, and I was in the bed, which meant I was the most messed up by the time we got here. I laid in the bed for about ten minutes trying to recap the night but everything was coming in blotches. I’d definitely drank too much. I remember showing up at this girl Trish’s house, in practically the middle of nowhere, and presuming to drink. Lots. I remember being face down in the grass. I remember Gerard screaming at someone. Me? I didn’t know.
I know it sounds as if me and the guys are just party rats, but we’re not. We mostly just hang with each other or a few of our other friends, but occasionally there’s that one party that you just cannot miss.
I threw my feet over the edge of the bed, trying to coax myself into getting up. Once I was fully out of the bed, I stepped over the sleeping form of Mikey, and someone else that had a blanket pulled over there head so I couldn’t tell if it was Gee, Ray, or someone else. Walking into the kitchen I saw Gerard leaning up against the kitchen counter blowing on a steaming mug of coffee. As soon as he saw me he grabbed another mug and poured me a cup.
As he handed it to me he spoke, “Sorry about last night.”
“I’m not even gonna pretend I know what you’re talking about,” My voice cracked, the sound of sleep and a rough night audible.
“I figured. You and Sean got into a fight.”
Oh please, sweet merciful lord, I will never beat off again. Pleasepleaseplease don’t let him know. Sean was Gerard’s current boyfriend, and if we fought that meant there was probably a reason, and the only one I could think of was standing in front of me.
“Don’t look so shocked. I should’ve known.”
My mouth ran dry, and my eyes even wider.
“I, uh, known what?”
“What an asshole he was. We almost hit the four week mark, and I never make it that long.”
I made them break up?
“S’not your fault. I’m not to beat up about it anyways.”
“Did I at least kick his ass?”
“Oh yeah,” Gerard chuckled. “How’s your hangover?”
“Considering the lack of remembrance, and the fact that I got the privilege of sleeping in Ray’s bed. Not that bad.,” Ray walked in at that moment, scratching his ass and handing over a jumbo sized bottle of aspirin.
“Jesus Christ! Where’d you get that big a bottle of aspirin?” Gerard asked, overly interested in the huge plastic bottle.
“Cosco. I was tired of buying the little ones, just so you guys could empty it in a week.”
“Makes sense.” I said, pouring 4 of them in my hand and passing Gerard the bottle.
We moved into Ray’s living room to fuck around with his play station. An hour later Mikey woke and we continued to play. At around three I decided I should probably head home. Mikey and Gerard grabbed their bags, and we left walking towards my house.
The walk was spent recapping the night, but I wasn’t paying too much attention.
“No dude, both of his eyes are black.” Mikey said. I was battling with how I felt about the fight. I was glad Gerard was nice and single again, but that wouldn’t last long. Plus, I did beat up his boyfriend. I wasn’t one to use violence when it wasn’t necessary and I was sure that my feelings for Gerard sparked or at least added to why the fight got started. Sean wasn’t that bad of a guy either. The whole ordeal was just making me feel pretty shitty.
“See you guys later?” I asked when we got to my walkway. It was Sunday which meant Mikey had to be at seven since his grades last term weren’t what Mr. & Mrs. Way deemed ‘satisfactory’. I had a paper to type but that wouldn’t take any longer than an hour.
“For sure,” Mikey said.
When I set my hand on the door know I heard Gerard call out to me, “Wait up Frankie.”
I turned around, and that whole cliché thing where time seems to slow. Seconds seem like minutes, minutes like hours, and so forth. I watched as Gerard flicked his hair out of his eyes, and sauntered up the walkway. Once he got to me he looked as though he was deciding whether or not he should say something.
“Call me when you’re done with your paper. I want to hang out. Just me and you. I feel like you’re distant, and it’s bugging me.”
“K.” I muttered, not meeting his eyes. He turned down the steps, just as I put turned the handle and walked into my warm house.
I could feel my heart beat picking up it’s pace, the anxiety of everything hitting me at once. As I walked to the staircase I tried to keep my breathing regular, but as soon I came to the staircase, I could feel the emotions in the back of my skull about to come out all at once. I took the stairs three at a time, and hurled myself into my bed room. I threw myself to the floor, hitting my head on the corner of a chair. And I began sobbing.
It was pitiful really. I didn’t even know exactly why I was crying. Maybe it was the fact that I’d recently come to the realization that I was gay, or maybe because I was indeed in love with my best friend.
After about 5 minutes the tears stopped and I just laid on the floor, head lolled to the side, chest heaving. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. Alone time with Gerard. How badly I wanted it, made me not want it at all.
I feel asleep at some point. When I woke up it was six. I quickly typed my paper, and grabbed my phone. I decided not to puss out. Gerard was my best friend, and if he felt distance between us it was my fault. I wasn’t going to have him feeling rejected by me. And that’s because I’m his friend, not because I’m secretly pining for him.
“Hey Frankie,” He answered.
“Hey. I finished my paper.”
“Alright cool, do you wanna come over here, or should I come over there?”
“Uh, I dunno.”
“I’ll be there in ten.” And then he hung up.