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.
Author's note: I got rather distrcted between part2 and part3, but I guarantee it won't happen again. I've already got the next 2 parts typed up. Sorry about the wait. And yes, you may have read the beginning of this chapter before, I posted a small piece earlier this week.
I was sitting on my porch, one knee pulled up to my chest, when Gerard arrived. I stood up as his car pulled into the driveway, his window down, holding a cigarette out of it.
"Hey," I called climbing into the passengers seat.
"Sup. I was thinking we could either do coffee before or pizza after we go to either the theater or the arcade."
"That means pick," he said giving me a looked that said 'duh'.
"I don't care. Which ever you wanna do."
"Frankie. Just pick."
"Okay. Um, coffee. No dinner. No. I don't know,"
"How about the theater, with coffee afterwards?"
"Sounds good to me."
This was easy. I could do this. I could be Gee's friend without seeming creepy and obsessed. I turned up the stereo, blaring the misfits, so he wouldn't have to force me to converse with him. We pulled into the parking lot of the theater. It was old and falling apart, but I loved it. They played the best movies here, and I probably spent way too much time watching movies I'd seen years before here. We bought our tickets to Pet Cemetery, and headed towards the concessions.
Nothing exciting happened in the theater, just me trying to keep my heartbeat regular. I felt like an idiot. How could I get so messed up over him. I was old enough that a simple crush shouldn’t be making me feel like this. The whole sweaty palms, butterflies in the stomach deal. Unnecessary.
After the movie was over Gerard and I headed back out to his car.
"I think that was the 50th time I've seen that movie and somehow its still enjoyable," Gerard said, smiling.
"Were going to coffee, right?"
"Yeah. Unless you want to catch dinner?"
"No coffee’s fine. Coffees great."
When we got to the small coffee shop Gerard picked a table in the back. I guess he remembered it was my favorite table. I just couldn't stand sitting where I couldn't see what was going on around me.
"I ordered two large coffee’s for here," I said, meeting him back at the table.
I took a seat at the table and glanced across at Gerard. He was staring at me.
"What?" I said slightly paranoid.
"What's the matter with you Frankie?"
"I um, nothing. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
The tiny, blonde waitress dropped off our coffees breaking our conversation, unfortunately as soon she turned Gerard started up again.
"Bullshit. I can tell when something’s bothering you and something definitely is. You used to be able to talk to me. What happened?"
“It’s personal. Don’t take that the wrong way. It’s not cause I don’t trust you, it’s just I’ve got to figure it out on my own,” I said waving my hand, signaling the end of conversation.
Somehow we got on the topic of dating, well I guess Gerard got on the topic of dating. I wasn't really speaking unless he asked me a question.
"So I don't know if I should date Jeff, cause I don't want to get tied into all the ex boyfriend drama if he's still harboring feelings and Jason’s with his ex. That's just too weird."
He'd been rambling on like that for about 5 minutes and I was growing increasingly uncomfortable sitting across from him. I know its rude to not look at someone when you talk to them but it felt like his eyes were penetrating me and picking me apart. Not to mention the fact he was talking about who he planned on dating next. I mean the guy actually had a selection of young hot guys who he can pick and choose from. How could
I ever compare?
"What about you Frankie? Why don't you have a girlfriend? Lauren has been asking about you. She's super into you. You should go for it."
"I'd rather not."
"Look Gerard, not everyone has to be dependent on someone else twenty-four seven," I snapped.
That shut him up. But he also looked hurt.
"Sorry. I just mean that I don't really want to date anyone right now. That was out of line and I apologize," I mumbled, already beating myself up about it inside.
"Its fine. You ready to go?" he asked already standing up and not looking me in the eye. I guess I really pissed him off.
The drive back home was awkward and silent, he pulled into my driveway
and dropped me off without a word.
I sat on my bed, sighing deeply and running my fingers through my hair, before deciding to just go to bed. Tomorrow’s a new day. I thought. But it’ll be just as shitty.