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Ch.1--- Texts and Plans

I stared at the small white slip of ripped paper with seven hastily scribbled numbers inked across it. "You sure it's his?" I asked as my eyes hovered over the small lines a few more times.

"Yep." Brendon replied confidently as he leaned against my locker; slightly out of breath. "Ryan knows Spencer who knows John who knows Andy who knows Ray who's friends with Mikey who's Gerard's younger brother." He said, nodding his head a little as he said each name; no doubt making sure he got it right. "Ray stole Mikey's phone, got the number, wrote it on the paper then gave it to Andy who gave it to John who gave it to Spencer who gave it to Ryan who gave it to me." Brendon said with a smile. "As well as a nice quick bathroom trip." He added with amusement.

"So...it's his...?" I asked slowly because there was no way I was attempting to figure out what was just said to me. Too many people knowing other people. Gave me a headache.

"Yep." Brendon repeated, nodding hastily. "Gonna call him?" He asked with a curious grin and overly large eyes. I sighed and crammed the paper into my pocket then slammed my locker shut.

"No." I told Brendon as I slid my backpack over my body. "I'm going to text him to keep things private."

"What if he doesn't read it?" Brendon asked as we turned to start towards the dorms since school was over. I chose the long way so I could walk past the detention room where Pete was spending a good portion of his days for streaking. Patrick got his hat back but he didn't particularly want to wear it after that. I'm not sure what he did with it. He's got a million others anyway.

"I'm sure he will." I said as I glanced down the hall to the wooden door with a tiny window and a black plaque that reads 'DETENTION'. "He's a teenager like the rest of us. Texting is life." Brendon laughed a little, nodding his agreement as we reached Pete's prison. I looked in the window, the teacher sleeping at the desk, and slowly opened the door.

"Frankie!" Pete chimed happily but quietly so as not to wake his guard. "What are you doing here?"

"Busting you out." I said, pushing the door open and waltzing into the room. Brendon instantly grabbed a chair from one of the long wooden tables and carried it to the corner of the room where the security camera rested. He climbed onto the chair and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pair of pliers then opened the camera; clamping the pliers onto one of the many wires to freeze the image.

As Brendon did that, I walked towards the teacher and reached into my own backpack to pull out a pair of handcuffs which I quietly and carefully hooked the teacher's wrists in; weaving them through the back of his chair. Breaking each other out of detention was nothing new. It was team work. We get in trouble but there are times, such as right now, where it needs to be done. No way I can text, excuse the gagging, Gerard Way without my best friend with me. Sure I love Brendon too but I've known Pete since I was old enough to get into trouble so something like this can't be done without him. Just like I was around when he asked Patrick out (against my warnings of his man whore life being thrown away).

Pete shoved his books into his backpack and the three of us left detention, pulling the door quietly shut again then walking down the hall like it was nothing. We're actually the reason there's a camera in detention now. Of course though Brendon is like technological genius so we can easily get around it. Me and technology don't mix at all and usually we're breaking Pete out. I have no idea where Patrick disappears to after school, Bob goes to the music room to practice drumming, and Ryan goes to the library to do homework (Brendon dragged me along one time; I'm never going into a library again. Too many books). Detention usually holds either myself or Pete; or both of us. I've managed to avoid it recently though.

We pushed the large doors open and walked down the steps, heading towards the dorms. "You should try streaking sometime." Pete said with a smile as he swung his arm around my shoulder. "It's liberating. I felt so free..."

"Because you were." Brendon said, using his head to gesture towards Pete's overly tight jeans. He wears pants that look like they're cutting off circulation. We all tease him.

"Yeah well no one wants to see your naked ass." Pete teased Brendon.

"No one but Ryan." Brendon replied with a large grin.

"There's mental images I'm going to be forever haunted by." I said with some disgust as I pulled Pete's arm off me. "I'm already going to have nightmares. I don't need your nasty perversions following me too."

"So you got his number." Pete said and with a groan of angst, I nodded and pulled it from my bag. Pete read the numbers aloud and instantly burst into laughter.

"What?" I asked a little annoyance though I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"These numbers!" Pete said, half doubled over as we walked.

"What about them?" Brendon asked, his eyebrows pulling together with confusion.

"They spell 'big dick'!" Pete choked out and I sighed heavily. Only Pete would notice something like that. I snatched the paper back then shoved him harshly, causing him to fall sideways into the grass while Brendon and I continued on towards our dorm building. Brendon's hand collided with his forehead and he shook his head a little as we walked; trying his best not to burst into laughter. I have to admit I had a smile on my face because Pete is very amusing; in his own twisted perverted way.

"He'll never learn." I told Brendon as I pulled open the door to the dorms. Pete caught up with us, still laughing. "So are you two going to be my witnesses?" I asked as I slid my school ID into the register next to the inner door to get access to the building. This place is extremely secure; but it has to be. It's a GLBT school so there are crazy nut cases out there who don't want anyone here around. Thus, the campus is very secure and private. We're on the outskirts of town actually.

"Well I'm your roommate." Pete told me as we headed towards the stairs; pulling pieces of grass out of his hair. The lawn had just been cut so it was sticking to him. He looked like a walking bush. "Plus, I would never something of such historic importance."

"How is it historic?" I asked as we clambered up the wooden steps to the third floor where our rooms were.

"You'll be flirting with someone." Brendon said, walking behind Pete and I. "That's unheard of for you. Usually it's just a glance, a nod, a fuck, and you're through." Pete started laughing and I sighed. "But now you'll be flirting, dancing, kissing and I hope for your sake fucking."

"Ew, no." I told Brendon as we reached the second floor, turning to head up the stairs to get to the third floor. "I don't know what I'm going to catch from just kissing him. I'm not risking my hot body on the line of possible STD's."

"Your hot body is fine." Pete said. "Gerard is a virgin; he's clean."

"It just gets worse." I said with a little whining. "Now I have to be seen with a virgin?! God; my reputation is completely gone." We reached our floor and pulled open the door to exit the stairwell and go towards our rooms. "I'll be shunned, nothing."

"Oh get over yourself." Brendon said as he tried not to laugh. "You'll be knocked down a few points at most. You're still the hottest guy here, sorry Pete," Pete shrugged as he dug around in his pocket for our door key, "and you've fucked most of the school; including a few lesbians."

"Because of Pete." I mumbled and Pete laughed as he pushed the key into the lock; twisting it and pushing the door open. Like I said, he's made me do dares I'll never forget and always regret. "I'd rather sleep with a fat lesbian than Gerard Way though." I said as we all walked into the room.

"Aw come on Frankie." Pete threw his bag onto his bed then fell onto mine. "He can't be that bad." I set my bag next to my bed and pushed Pete over, clearing room for Brendon and I to sit. "What's a better Valentines gift then getting fucked by the hottest, sexiest guy in this school?" Pete stuck his head into my lap and looked at me. "You'll make his year."

"And he'll be the biggest regret of mine." I told Pete, pushing his hair from his face. "I promised myself I would never return to the fucking catholic church again but the thought of doing anything with him makes me want to run into confession." Brendon laughed and dug around in my bag until he located the horrible piece of paper which he handed to me.

"Come on you big pansy." He said with a teasing smile. "Just get it done and over with." I mumbled nothing to him as I grabbed the paper and pulled out my phone from my pocket. I scanned through the menu until I reached 'messages' where I clicked 'new'.

"What should I say?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I had never done this before. I have no idea how to flirt. People just kind of throw themselves at me; saving me the trouble.

"How about 'Oh Gerard! You're so sexy and you make my heart burn!'" Pete said, trying not to laugh.

"When I throw up, it lands on your face." I told him with seriousness. Pete stuck his tongue out and continued to smirk at me. "How about you?" I asked Brendon. "Anything wisdom you'd share?"

"Well..." Brendon's eyes suddenly distanced as though he was deep in thought. "How about 'We must reinvent love'?" He suggested with hesitation and a shrug; completely lost for an answer.

"Far better than what he said." I said as I typed it in. It was quick and short. Strange, but it worked. I pressed send then set my phone on Pete's chest since he refused to move himself off my lap. "So I assume you're taking your boy toys to the dance with you?"

"I'm dragging Patrick." Pete said. "He just doesn't know it yet." I laughed a little. I wasn't surprised. Patrick never knows what Pete's planning until last minute; if he ever gets told at all. Pete is extremely unpredictable but when he does have a plan, the people involved, usually Patrick, are the last to know.

"I dunno if I'm going." Brendon said and I looked to him with a little shock. He may be shy in public but Brendon never misses a social event. He's an attention whore (hey; we're all whores of something). "Ryan doesn't really like large gatherings..."

"Um, if you're going to let him control what you do I'll castrate him." I told Brendon with a dead serious tone. "No way I'm letting that shy goody-two shoes take my best friend from me." Pete whined. "Ok one of them. I love you too Pete."

"You better." Pete told me. I saw the screen of my phone light up with a little envelope. "Your phone's getting frisky." Pete told me since my phone was still on vibrate. I grabbed it and clicked 'open', reading Gerard's reply.

What?

"How romantic." Pete had forced the phone into his view to read it. "Now tell him you want to get into his pants."

"If you don't shut up," I pulled my phone away from him, "You won't have anything left in your pants."

"No cat fights." Brendon said with a smile as he climbed over Pete to sit next to me; leaning his head on my shoulder as he watched me type my response.

What would you do if I told you had a secret admirer?

"That's good." Brendon said with approval. I smiled a little as a thanks then set my phone on my Pete-table again. "Should I ask Ryan to go?" He asked us after.

"Ask him to go with you or have a lonely Valentines because you're coming no matter what." Pete told him; just as serious as I had been earlier. Brendon smiled at us and I kissed his forehead. We three are the closest in our little group; do almost everything together. A lot of times we have Bob too and occasionally we'll have Ryan and/or Patrick with us too but at the end of the day; it's us three.

"Plus, that dance will guarantee popularity points for Ryan." I told him. "You're the cutest person at this school. I've heard lesbians talk about you. All the bi's want you, all the gay's want you, and a few trannies want you." Brendon laughed a little. "So when they all see Ryan with you, his name will become known in a matter of seconds."

"But we've been going out for a month or so now." Brendon said with slight traces of confusion.

"Yeah but everyone at school spends more time checking each other out than they do to their studies or who's going out with who." Pete said and my phone lit up again. "Ok, I demand dinner if your phone is going to continue to work me up." I laughed to myself as I grabbed my phone to read the message.

Who is this?

your secret admirer

"Fuck this is already a pain." I mumbled as I sent my message and put the phone next to Pete. He didn't like that and grabbed the phone; sticking it on his crotch instead of his chest where I had it. "Keep it out of your pants or you're buying me a new one." I warned Pete who smiled innocently at me.

"It's the one getting frisky." Pete tried to remain calm but had small giggles in his voice. I love Pete; he's a lot of fun. Him and Brendon when Brendon really wants to be. The three of us are the perverted, rule-breaking musketeers that basically rule the school. Somehow it got decided that if we weren't at a party, no one wants to be there. If we did something or wore something a certain way, everyone copied us. Hell, when Pete was streaking there were people cheering him on and a few people joining him. They got detention too but Pete got the most for being 'the leader'. It's fun for awhile but gets annoying too.

"Well when it gives you a hard on, you're going to Patrick's room to solve your problem." I told Pete; all three of us laughing a little. Pete (dramatically) moaned when my phone began to vibrate again. I grabbed it, slamming my hand purposely against him as I opened the latest text.

well what's your name? I scoffed. It's a secret dumbass. I can cross 'brains' off the list of Gerard.

All you need to know is I'm in the same grade, same dorm, same age.

"This is really annoying." I replied as I sent a text back. "Just more reasons for me to dislike him."

"Ask him out next text." Brendon suggested, taking his head off my shoulder and laying it on Pete's chest as the rest of his body went down.

"That's too quick, too easy, and too creepy." Pete said. "You have to really make him fall for you; regardless of his knowing who it is." Pete smirked up to me. "Start sending him sappy romantic shit like flowers and candy or something. Hell, send him anything."

"Like condoms or a dildo." Brendon suddenly said and Pete nearly died with laughter. I couldn't help but laugh some myself; no matter how creepy that was. "We've given you enough of both for you to share." I was about to say something when my phone vibrated in my hand.

Will you tell me what you look like at least?

Hot and hung I replied with a smile; sending another text after. When you see me, you'll know I then turned my phone off; having enough of Gerard for the day. I would do what Pete suggested by sending shit to him. It was going to literally kill me I swear but I had to make him fall for me so when he finds out it's me, he will have a hard time backing out and I can complete this fucking dare.

Pete suddenly grabbed my phone and slid it into his pants; even if it was off. "Pete!" I yelled in protest at him. "Gimme my phone back!" He laughed at me and Brendon removed his head from Pete's chest.

"Why don't you reach in there and get it yourself?" Pete said with a smirk and I sighed heavily; pushing him off my bed and onto the floor.