Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob are best friends. They carry each other through any and every situation. They stick together through the good times, and the bad. (Eventual FRERARD)
In retrospect, maybe it only felt that way for the two little boys sitting close together on the couch, facing their parents with shocked expressions. Tears threatened to spill from their eyes, but perhaps they were still too stunned to believe a single word of what they had been told. It had to be some twisted joke only people over the age of, like, thirty understood, right?
No way could it be true that Donna and Donald Way had just uttered the word that all children around the globe probably dreaded.
The word that stilled Gerard and Mikey Way into their simply petrified states in their living room. The 'd-word'.
Suddenly, it hit the younger of the two boys. Mikey finally submitted to the burning liquid drawing lines down his little cheeks. Gerard broke. Nobody hurt his little brother. Not even his parents.
Especially not them.
He gently took Mikey's hand in his own, as tears stained his own face. He glared at the people who were supposed to love and protect them. No. The people who were supposed to love each other.
"W-why?" he demanded, still glaring. He mentally punched himself for not sounding strong enough. He knew that things were maybe not always quite perfect around the Way home, but he always assumed his parents sorted their problems out. Never had the terrible thought that things were broken so beyond repair even crossed his mind.
Mikey clutched Gerard's hand a little tighter, and Gerard squeezed back. They were both desperate for the small window of comfort. Mikey was secretly thankful for his older brother's (however slight) bravery, for he felt like all his own had been forced out of him by the numbing sensation scratching at his very being.
"D-do you n-not lo-ove us a-anym-more?" Gerard stuttered through tears. He screwed his eyes shut tightly, sobbing for a second or two, before opening them again, and allowing his tears to run freely.
"No. Of course it's not tha-," Donna tried to speak, but Mikey's tiny voice cut her off. "W-were w-we b-bad?" he managed, just above a small, broken whisper.
"No," Donald sighed. "Boys. It's not your fault. Of course we love you." Both boys nodded through their tears.
"Things are just very complicated, and didn't work out as planned." Donna said, managing to keep her voice calm and level, even though her own face bore tears. Her voice was carefully devoid of all emotion, for the sake of keeping strong for her boys.
"We love you boys more than anything on the entire planet, and we don't want you to ever question that fact. You are the most important part of our lives, but it's not fair, to any of us, if your dad and I keep this up. Just because your father and I don't feel we could fit together anymore, does not mean that it changes the fact that you'll both be our sons forever. Nothing can change that. We are not ever going to stop loving you boys, and caring for you. We'll never stop supporting you, or even stop being your parents, okay?"
Both boys nodded again. They were both too lost in crying to form the necessary words to speak.
"This is really a last resort," Donald chimed in. "We don't want to hurt you like this. At all. If it were possible to avoid this, I swear, we would have. We feel terrible for the fact that this is so hard on you both, and we hope that, in time, you can maybe forgive us?" he finished, with a smooth expression.
Gerard couldn't take it anymore. "Why do you both keep saying 'we'? Obviously you don't want to be 'we' anymore. It just sounds like you practiced all those words," he said seriously.
Donna and Donald were both stunned into the realization that both their sons might have been brighter, and more mature, than they were given credit for. They had merely decided on a united front to make it easier on everyone, but that only proved to add to the hurt and confusion. They both knew they had to be civilized towards each other, for Mikey and Gerard's sake, but they were going to ultimately proceed to living complete separate lives. The sooner the process started, the sooner everybody involved could start healing and recovering.
"Your dad and I have some things that need to be sorted out. In order to do so, we need to maintain civilized contact. It means it would just be easier if we tried to go about all of this without fighting all the time," Donna explained.
"You boys are always going to be both our sons. It is unavoidable. I would never try to keep you from your mother, like she would never try to keep you from me. We are both trying to make this easier on everyone, so we can all get on with our lives," Donald added. Mikey sniffed. "Whatever," Gerard mumbled. "Can we go to Frankie's?"
Both parents sighed in defeat. They both figured it would take a while for the boys to get over the initial shock.
"Don't stay too late, okay?" Donna said, but they didn't even answer. Gerard just dragged Mikey out the door, by the hand. He slammed the door behind them, and they proceeded down the street.
They barely rang the doorbell of the Iero household before they were greeted by their short friend, Frank. He quickly took in their teary faces, then, wordlessly, enveloped the two boys in a comforting group-hug. Gerard and Mikey just clung to him, willing their sobs to ease away.
Deep down they both knew that, with Frankie by their side, they might actually have a shot at being even remotely okay.