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Ch.10--- Early Riser, Late Start

"Wakey wakey!" Brendon's overly happy voice suddenly broke my peaceful dreams. "Come on you lazy asses; time to get up."

"Fuck off." I mumbled, grabbing the edges of my blanket and pulling it further over my head to hide from Brendon and attempt sleep again. Of course though I wasn't successful.

"Gotta get up Frankie." Brendon said in a sing-song voice, his weight pushing my mattress down and causing my body to fall towards his knees some which made me whine in protest, curling my knees towards my chest. "We only have half a day." He said, trying to pry the blanket from my hands.

"All the more reason not to go." I answered, exhaling loudly and pushing my face into the pillow, still clutching tightly to the blanket Brendon was trying to pry away.

"You didn't go yesterday." Brendon became more stern as he spoke to me, now preceding to poke and shake me in attempts to get me from my bed and awake. "Gerard will be there..."

"No shit." I answered, still remaining wrapped in my blanket cocoon. Brendon sighed heavily and got off my bed, going to attempt to get Pete up now which was always a hard task seeing as Pete is ten times harder than I am to get up in the morning; especially at seven am.

"Rise and shine Petey!" Brendon chimed merrily.

"Call me 'Petey' again Urie and I'll castrate you." Pete's aggravated voice came out in a muffled complaint. "And I believe you were already told to fuck off." He's definitely not a morning person. It was silent for a few moments before there was a really loud 'thud' noise and what I recognized to be Brendon's whine disrupting the silence; again. "Now fuck off."

"Frankie!" Pete whined and knowing that I wasn't getting back to sleep, I sighed heavily and threw my blanket off my body, sitting up and yawning, digging my fisted hands into my eyes as I miserably abandoned my favorite part of the day. When I looked towards Pete's bed I couldn't help but laugh as Brendon laid on the floor, rubbing his head, knees bent and big brown eyes looking at me pleadingly as his mouth was pulled into a large frown. "Pete won't get up..."

"Does he ever?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to Brendon who just frowned more.

"Make him get up!" Brendon whined, letting his hand drop to the ground. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head a little, I slid off my warm bed and padded across the rug of our room, stepping over Brendon and climbing on top of Pete's bed while Brendon pulled himself from the ground and went to sit on my bed. How the hell Brendon can be up, dressed, and peppy an hour before school starts is beyond me.

I climbed over Pete and sat between him and the wall, waiting a few moments to make sure Pete was relaxed again before I started bothering him. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head beside his so my mouth was hovering over his ear and yelled, "Pete! Get your ass in gear!" He yelled and jumped, falling over the edge of his bed in the most amusing display of flailing limbs I've seen. Pete's arms flew up, throwing the blanket back and his body toppled over, his head hitting the edge of the nightstand and landing on the ground with the blanket falling on top of him.

Brendon and I couldn't contain our laughter, both of us erupting as Pete stayed on the ground, his face pushing into the carpet as he groaned, his ass sticking up in the air. "Gotta get ready for school." I said, scooting forward in Pete's bed and using my foot to push him over so he was laying on his side.

"I think I'm deaf now..." Pete said, bringing a hand to his ear and shutting his eyes, dramatically rolling onto his back and then spreading himself as far over the carpet as he possibly could get. Brendon pulled his legs onto the bed to sit Indian style as though he was afraid of Pete touching him and I rolled my eyes again because Pete craves attention.

"You're fat." I said and Pete shot up, jaw dropping and staring at me with wide eyes.

"What?!" He demanded, mortified at the comment I had just made. I smirked because telling a gay person they were fat was like telling a little kid you just ran over their dog. It's horrifying.

"Well at least we know you're not deaf." I said and Brendon fell backwards on my bed, still laughing.

"You just called me fat!" Pete whined, pulling the blanket up around his body as though he was suddenly very self conscious and didn't want anyone to see him in only his boxers.

"Did I?" I smiled, tilting my head to the side. "I thought that was just in my head..."

"I can't believe you!" Pete seriously looked like he was on the brink of tears now and as horrible as this sounds, I found his reaction to be incredibly amusing. "You're supposed to be my best friend!"

"Which is why I know I can amuse myself with your suffering." I smiled proudly and Pete dropped his blanket, still looking shocked then his expression quickly turning into one of rage.

"I'm going to kill you!" Pete said, suddenly getting up and lunging at me. Luckily, I'm used to Pete's random mood swings and was able to dodge him, getting to the end of the bed and allowing him to fall onto the empty space, bouncing a little on the mattress. Pete quickly recovered and got to his knees, just barely allowing me time to get off his bed and stand in the middle of the room, awaiting his next move. "That's not funny at all Frank!"

"Oh contraire; it's fucking hilarious." I answered, still smiling at Pete. He jumped off his bed and started for me so I turned and ran for the door, completely oblivious to the fact that I was still in my boxers, yanking the door open and taking off down the hall. "Come on Petey!" I called over my shoulder, Pete running after me as my feet bolted across the carpeted hall towards the stairs. "Keep up if you wanna shed that extra poundage."

"I'm not fat you asshole!" Pete yelled after me, causing me to laugh in amusement at the fact that Pete really believes I think he's fat. He's not fat at all. No one in this damn school really is. We're all too disgusted by the school 'food' to actually eat any of it.

"You don't fit into my jeans." I said, stopping at the stairs door and wrapping my fingers around the handle, casually leaning against it as I waited for Pete to catch up.

"Because you have no hips!" Pete stopped to catch his breath momentarily, smiling proudly as though he had just won the argument. I scoffed and twisted the handle of the door, pushing the large white door open to reveal the stairs.

"Wanna share some of yours then?" I asked and again Pete got outraged so I let go of the handle and started down the stairs, my feet only actually touching every other one of the cold cement steps with my hand sliding down the railing, making this slightly high pitched squeaking noise that echoed in the stairwell.

As I reached the third level landing, I heard the fourth floor door slam against the wall as Pete entered the stair well also, stomping down the stairs after me. "Get your fucking ass back here Iero!" Pete demanded, his angry voice ringing out and probably waking up the rest of the building as well.

"You have to catch me Pete!" I chimed, still running down the stairs, trying not to trip as I made my way past the second floor and to the first floor, quickly shoving the door open with Pete right on my heels now, chasing me down the hall towards Gerard's room.

"Don't you dare try to hide in there Frank!" Pete yelled as I reached the door, pounding on it and hoping that either Gerard or Mikey were awake, slightly scared now as Pete was almost caught up with me. How I'm able to outrun him I'll never know because he's one of the best runners ever but I was still able to get away from him. Then again, it's still pretty early in the morning.

Luckily, to my rescue, the door opened to reveal a puzzled and slightly asleep Mikey, his glasses uneven on his face and his hair a mess. "Frank...?" He asked groggily, eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

"Hi Mikey." I said merrily, ducking under his arm and running into their room. "Don't let him get me!" I called back before diving into Gerard's bed where he was still asleep, climbing up it and yanking some of the blanket from his sleeping form, covering myself as Pete managed to reach the room.

"Move freaky pale artist's brother; I need to kill Frank." Pete's slightly out of breath filled the room and I clutched the blanket tighter around my body, Gerard whining a little as he no doubt woke up.

"Pete...?" Mikey's voice was even more confused now. "What's going on?"

"Why are you in my bed...?" Gerard asked groggily, still not really awake but conscious enough to know my presence.

"Hiding from Pete who wants to kill me." I answered, curling up in an attempt to become as small as possible.

"Whatever." Gerard answered, turning over and ignoring me as he went back to sleep.

"I know you're in there Frank!" Pete yelled and I squeezed my eyes shut, actually somewhat afraid because Pete managed to give me a bloody nose once that wouldn't stop bleeding for a good amount of time. "When I find you, you're dead Frank! Hear me?!"

"There's not a person in this building who can't!" Gerard called out, making me laugh a little.

"You know you're only in boxers, right?" Mikey asked, still confused but slightly more awake.

"I have to get dressed still but I need to kill Frank first so move!" Pete told Mikey with frustration.

"Don't treat my brother like that Wentz!" Gerard called back again and I pressed my face into the mattress, trying to laugh harder. Pete was having a very bad morning.

"Pete? What the fuck are you doing?" A new voice, Patrick I believe, now joined the morning merriment.

"I was sleeping and Brendon came in and he wouldn't leave us alone then Frank came and yelled in my ear and it hurt and I fell off my bed and then he kept calling me fat and..." Pete's voice became very childish as he whined to Patrick.

"Yeah, I know. Brendon called." Patrick answered. "I meant why are you bothering people, loudly?"

"Frank's in there and I need to kill him." Pete replied in an even more stressful whine.

"Sorry Mikey." Patrick apologized like the well mannered person he is. "Get your ass up stairs and get some clothes on." He said firmly to Pete.

"But-"

"Now!" Patrick repeated, almost like an angered parent and I didn't hear Pete again so I assumed he listened to Patrick who really is learning that sometimes Pete just needs a firm hand. "See you later Mikey."

"Yep...bye Patrick..." Mikey, probably more confused than ever, shut the door and came back into the room. I pushed Gerard's blanket off my face so I could breath better, moving closer to him and putting an arm over his body to half hug him, smiling contently as I rested my head against his back. "Why are you in my brothers bed?" Mikey asked, sitting back on his and looking to us.

"It's none of your business Mikey." Gerard answered, his long black hair falling over his pale face like a curtain and making me smile some more as Mikey gave Gerard a somewhat angered look. "Get ready for school."

"Get your ass up and ready." Mikey answered a little bitterly, getting off his bed again and going to a dresser on the opposite side of the room. "You have to go get ready too Frank."

"Don't worry about it." Gerard's somewhat annoyed voice silenced his brother as he made no effort to move, still lying on his bed and attempting sleep even though school started in like forty five minutes. Mikey huffed and grabbed some clothes, going into the bathroom and slamming the door, the shower starting a few moments later as he got ready for the day. Gerard rolled onto his back and looked to me with exhausted eyes, obviously not a morning person either. "So what was that all about?"

"I kept calling Pete fat just because he gets all freaked out over it and for whatever reason believes me so it's amusing to watch him spaz." I said with a smile, Gerard laughing a little before yawning. "I should go get ready for school now; especially since I didn't go yesterday." I said with a small frown and Gerard looked over to the clock on the nightstand than back to me, smiling lazily.

"You have time still." He said, putting his arms around me and pulling my chest back down so my head rested on his chest. "G'night." Gerard mumbled and I laughed, curling one arm underneath my body with it pressing into Gerard and letting the other one dangle over the edge of the bed.

"Night." I answered, shutting my eyes and listening to his slow breathing that pushed my chest up and down.

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"Mr. Iero, you're late." Mr. Muraz said as I shyly walked into the classroom, fifteen minutes late to class because by the time Gerard let me leave, I had ten minutes left to race to my room, take a quick shower, get dressed, and not get killed by Pete on my way to the school building. "I trust you have a valid reason?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest and eyes burning into me with eyebrows raised, not to mention the rest of the class looking at me. I looked to Gerard who was smiling and doodling in his sketchbook, making me glare at him momentarily before realizing Mr. Muraz was still waiting for an answer.

"I, uh, overslept...?" I said, smiling a little and raising my shoulders up.

"Take your seat." Mr. Muraz said and I nodded, gripping my backpack and quickly shuffling through the rows of students to my desk which was beside Gerard. "I expect a minimum three page paper on my desk, single spaced, on the reasons why you need to make it class on time first thing Monday, Mr. Iero." Mr. Muraz said and I couldn't help but groan a little as I dropped my backpack and fell into my seat, my head slamming into the top of the desk. "One more tardy and you can talk to Mrs. Versailli about it; understood?"

"Yes sir." I mumbled into my desk, Gerard snickering beside me as he continued to work on his comic book. Mr. Muraz went back to his lesson so I sat up, grabbing my notebook from my backpack and tore a piece of paper out, scribbling a note to Gerard instead of copying the writing on the board.

You're writing that paper >l

I folded the paper and looked up, waiting until Mr. Muraz's back was turned to the class before chucking the paper on Gerard's stuff. He unfolded it and read it, writing his reply then folding it back and tossing it to me, going back to his drawing.

Not my fault you were late. Have fun with it.

I bit my lip to stop myself from making any noise, grabbing my pen and writing to him again, my handwriting messy compared to his neat curves and calligraphy.

It's totally your fault I'm late! You wouldn't let me go!

I threw the paper at Gerard, watching him finish what he was doing before reading it. I started copying the board when the folded piece of paper landed back on my stuff so I unfolded it and exhaled loudly at Gerard's answer, hoping Mr. Muraz didn't hear me.

You could have left if you really wanted to so it's your fault.

Ok so maybe I did want to stay but you still could have let me go earlier or agreed that I needed to get dressed or something!

My toss back to Gerard was a little angered and the paper hit him in the head before falling to his desk. Gerard set down his special pen and looked to me with raised eyebrows, as though he was warning me not to let it happen again or something, then taking the paper and unfolding it to read.

I'm not going to tell you what to do. Only you can choose your actions. It's only 3 pages Frankie; not a big deal. I'll help; deal?

My temper died down a little and I smiled some, grabbing my pen again and writing my response, folding it and getting ready to throw it when of course I got caught. "Mr. Iero!" Mr. Muraz's voice boomed and I crumpled the paper with my hand, shutting my eyes and groaning internally before looking to him. "You can add a ten page paper, double spaced, font twelve, times new roman, with a title page, outline, and works cited not included in the actual ten on the effect the Great Depression had on the American Economy up to World War two; due Monday first thing as well."

"But Mr. Muraz! The dance is tomorrow!" I protested with a whine, my jaw dropping and eyes pleading with him to at least lighten my load.

"Well then I suggest you stop disrupting my class or you'll have more work." He said and I nodded, hoping that maybe he was letting me off easy. "Two papers on my desk before that first bell Monday." I whined and let my head drop against the desk again, slamming it a few times repeatedly as he started rambling again.

After a few good whacks of my forehead to the wooden desk top, a piece of paper hit my head and landed before me so I sat up and unfolded it, my head falling back down to the desk and thanking god that at least we only had a half day today.

So...library this afternoon?