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Chapter 3:


“Come on, Fuckbuddies, get your asses up, mom’s home!” I burst up out of bed, throwing Bert some clothes, and getting dressed in my own. I was up and dressed before Bert even opened his eyes. “Come on, you guys she’s almost done getting everything out of the car!”


This routine had been happening again and again since Bert and I got together. I mean, it would look suspicious if I just had my mom and Gerard meet him in the same day, right? So why not make it last a few weeks. Make it seem inconspicuous. Plus, the added sex time we get is a lot better knowing that my mom doesn’t know exactly what we’re doing.


Bert opened his eyes wide. “Can I borrow something of Gerard’s? I doubt I’ll fit in your clothes.” I ran to the laundry room down the hall, combing my hair as I did so and getting Bert some of Gerard’s clean clothes that were yet to be sent down to the basement. Bert got dressed and we were downstairs watching Jeopardy with Frank and Gerard by the time mom got her suitcase inside.


“Hey, boys, who’s this, Mikey, new friend?” I nodded my head. “Um, well, a little more than a friend actually. This is my boyfriend, Bert.” He expected his mom to be shocked, but instead she just shrugged.


“I had a feeling that you’d be next. Well, make yourself at home, Bert. There’s coffee in the other room, if I guess right, because Gerard is nothing without his coffee, and his lazy butt has frank make it for him.” Frank smiled a little bit.


My mom has always been really understanding, especially since after my dad left because of Gerard being gay. She’s always been there to support him for everything he does, the same for me too. I’ve guessed it’s because it has something to do with trying to make it up for dad leaving. I don’t know. And… “Wait, a second,” I yelled after her, “What do you mean you thought I’d be next?” She just laughed and said, “Nothing, honey.”


I shook my head, sitting back on the couch in Bert’s lap while Gerard got up and headed for the door. “I have to go, I told my friend that I’d come over and fix his computer. He’s not the brightest guy and hasn’t figured out how to turn it on and off yet. I’ll see you soon, guys.” He gave Frank a half hearted kiss. “Love ya, Frank. See you later.”


“Bye Gee,” Frank half whispered as he looked heartbroken and far away. “Mikey, can I talk to you in the other room for a second?” I nodded, getting up and kissing Bert. “Make your self at home baby. I’ll be back in a bit.” I took frank’s hand and led him to my bedroom as I saw the tears spilling down onto his cheeks. I brushed them away. “What’s wrong, Frankiebear?”


He looked away from me for a few seconds before turning back. “It’s Gerard. I think he knows about what we did in the car the other day. He’s been acting really strange. I think he’s gunna break up with me. If he breaks up with me, then I can never talk to you again cause he won’t want me around here anymore, and then…” Frank got off on a tangent, so I figured that the best tactic was to just let him finish and keep my arm around him comfortingly. “…and now he’s gunna leave me and you’re with Bert, so no one wants me around anymore. I should just go.” He got up before I pulled him back down.


“Yes, Frank, I am with Bert, but that’s all I can confirm, and what does it matter if you’re with Gerard anyways? Gerard loves you, he’s just got a funny way of showing it. I’ll yell at him for you later tonight, okay, Frank? After that everything will be okay.” He nodded as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes and we left to go back downstairs with Bert.


“Hey! I’ve got an idea! How about since Gerard is stupid, and we’re not, we go out and do something fun that we can brag about to him later. Want some ice cream, Frank? Bert?”


I knew that I had frank at ‘ice cream’. There was nothing that that boy wanted more than ice cream when he was sad. “Sounds great!” said Bert, smiling and seeing the necessity of ice cream in the situation. That god I’m dating a smart boy who catches on fast.



After we actually got our asses in gear, we went to the ice cream place with convenient tables outside so people could eat their ice cream outside. I saw a framilliar head of hair with his back turned to us. “Hey Bert, go take Frankie to go get our ice cream.” I gave him a twenty. “Get me vanilla, okay?” He nodded kind of confused. “It’s nothing, I just have to go pee. I’ll meet you guys in there when I’m done.” I ushered the two of them inside as I sat in the bushes to eavesdrop on my brother’s and his curly haired friend’s conversation.


I was so mad at my brother right now, it was beyond words. “So, Gerard, what’re we going to do now.”


“I don’t know. I told frank that I was fixing a friend’s computer, and I’d be home I don’t know when.”


“You still haven’t left him yet? I’m beginning to think that you never will and you’re just going to be sneaking around with me for the rest of your life.”


“Ray, you know that’s not true. I’m just letting him down easy. I don’t want to be with him, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hurt him either.”


Tears were spilling down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe him right now. He’s been cheating on Frank for who knows how long. Frank didn’t deserve this shit. I decided to butt into their conversation.


“You know what, Gerard? You’re a cold hearted jerk. I never want to talk to you again. You think you can fuck with his heart like that? Just lie to him and say I love you and be done with it? Life doesn’t work like that. Either you go and tell him today or I break your face, got it?” He knew I wasn’t fucking around. He knew he was caught like a dog with a loaf of bread he wasn’t supposed to get at. I would fucking kill him if he let frank get hurt any more than he already was.


“Okay, Mikey. I get it. I’ll tell him tonight. Ray? Come on, we should go.” They just got up and left from my sight as I blinked the tears out of my eyes. Bert and Frank went outside just as Rays curly fro disappeared from view.


“What’s wrong, Mikey?” Bert wrapped his arms around me, handing me a chocolate chip cookie dough cone. “Frankie refused to get you vanilla. Said you were being boring and you’d deal with this instead. But besides that, why are you crying?”


Frank was preoccupied with his ice cream at the table that Ray and Gerard were previously sitting at, so he couldn’t hear me at all. “Gerard was here. With.. With a friend. I’m going to fucking slaughter him.” Bert seemed to get it as he kissed my cheek understandingly.


“Is he going to tell frank?” I nodded and explained the whole thing to him. I cleared my eyes from tears before I sat down at the table with Frank. “What’d you do, Frank? You got him cookie dough, and now he’s sad!”


Frank shrugged, licking his chocolate brownie whatever the shit he got ice cream, saying, “He’ll get over it.” There was something about brown ice cream that I just didn’t understand the point of. It looked like shit, tasted like shit, and I don’t know why anyone would ever want it. But frank loved it, and it made him feel better, so I guess it was good for something. Bert put a hand on my back, rubbing slowly, to comfort me.


When we got home, Gerard was there. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, so I just took my unfinished ice cream cone into the living room to finish it. “Frank? Hey babe, can I talk to you a minute?”


“Sure Gerard. Guess what? We got ice cream today and you didn’t! Ha ha, you’re so jealous!” I sobbed on the couch sliently as Bert came in next to me and kissed my cheek.


“Shh, Mikey, it’ll be okay. No matter what happens, Frank will know you’re there for him.” He petted my head comfortingly, even though I knew that at this point, all the comfort in the world wouldn’t help me.


A little while later, Gerard came from out of the basement, holding a suitcase filled with his stuff. He slammed the door behind him when he left. Bert looked at me. “I’ll stay up here, you can go talk to Frank, okay?” Bert understood, at least. Better than my dumb fuck brother did anyways. I practically ran down the basement to see Frankie crying on the floor. Nothing breaks my heart more than to see Frank Iero crying. Especially when it was obvious that he had slid off Gerard’s bed and onto the floor, laying on his side next to the bed.


“Oh, Frankie. What’s wrong?” I said, petting his hair, pulling him up to sit in my lap. Hopefully in the darkness of the basement, he didn’t see the tears sliding down my cheeks as well. “What did my dumb fuck brother mess up this time?”


He shook his head, unable to form words, gripping my arms tight, as though he feared that if he let go, he’d slip back into his lonely depression. “Not him, me. Cheating on me.” He shook his head again, rotating himself in my lap so he could bury his head in my chest. I don’t even care that his tears were staining my shirt. I wouldn’t care if the world around us was on fire. All that mattered to me now was trying to find a way that would make Frank feel better.


I kissed the top of his head so gently that he probably didn’t even feel it, which was probably for the better. “Gerard is a fucking asshole. I’m going to beat his face the next time he shows up around here, got it? You did absolutely nothing to deserve this. Nothing. You want me to get you some chocolate ice cream from upstairs? You already had some today, but that doesn’t matter. Ice cream always makes everyone feel better.” I tried to keep an upbeat attitude as I held him while he cried.


He nodded about half an hour later, signaling to me that he actually did want ice cream. I ran upstairs to get him some in a bowl before he could actually make it halfway up the stairs. I watched him mush it into ice cream soup, distracting himself from what was really making him upset. Good thing he has a metabolism of steal, otherwise he’d weigh a million pounds from eating so much ice cream.


I sat next to him on the stairs, calling Bert down to join us, seeing as he was probably lonely on the couch by himself. Bert didn’t look mad at all that I had completely ditched him for the crying Frankie. “Do you want to stay over tonight Frank? It’s just going to be me and Bert tonight, seeing as stinky Gerard is a freaking stinky kid.”


Bert laughed while Frank cracked a smile. “Actually, it’d be just you two. I’ve got to get home. Actually, do you mind if you give me a ride home, or something? I’d walk but it’s somewhere around a 2 mile walk, and I left my car at home…” Bert trailed off, seeming like he was afraid to ask for a ride.


“No problem, Bert. We’ll go now.” I kissed him on the cheek quickly before getting up and pulling Frank up to his feet with the finished ice cream.


“Frankie? You stay here, I’ll keep you company while Mikey drives Bert home. You can help me move all Gerard’s shit into the room upstairs. If he’s going to be a douche bag, then he’s going to get the small room.” I wish I could’ve gone to give my mom the biggest hug in the world. I think a mom is the best person that frank could use at the moment.


Frank headed upstairs to where my mom was sending my stuff down to the basement as Bert and I headed out of the door and to my car. “He’s going to be fine, you know.” Bert said, almost reassuringly to either me, or himself, I had no way of knowing. “He’ll be fine. He’s just in shock right now and he’ll have fun moving Gerard’s shit. Hey this means you get the big room now!” Bert never ceases to amuse me. By the time I had gotten to his house, I was in a severely better mood than I had left in. We shared a long kiss before he got going inside. Now that Frankie wasn’t with Gerard, I have no idea what’s going to happen with Bert and I, I mean, he knows that I like Frankie, but what happens if Frank likes me back? I guess we’ll have to see what comes from here.