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The weekend passed slowly for Frank, as he had decided he wouldn’t see Gerard again that weekend, as not to raise Mikey’s suspicions. His weekend was dragged out by thoughts of Gerard.
Gerard on the other had was wondering why Frank didn’t want Mikey to know about them. It hadn’t really accured to him until Frank whispered in his ear, reminding him not to tell Mikey. It panicked him. Was he doing something wrong? When Monday finally came, Gerard was anxious to speak to Frank. He was panicking about Frank not liking him.
Mikey, Frank noted dully, was somewhat distracted. While Gerard spoke quietly and quickly to Frank. Emma, Coral, Claude and Charlotte told everyone Ray was ill, then watched and observed. All noticing Gerard and Frank, whispering soft and Mikey’s distracted annoyance at it.
You see, the reason Mikey was so distracted and withdrawn from the group was, because the night before, Mikey had received a letter. Short and sweet. You should keep a closer eye on your brother and your best friend. It made Mikey feel uneasy, considering Frank had been checking Gerard out on Friday.
When the bell went, Mikey went to his locker to retrieve his books for his next lesson, but what he found, was a letter, hastily shoved into his locker through on of the cracks. This time the letter said “Outside Jeff Diner, 12:20.” Mikey had a right mind to scrunch up the note and forget about it, bur he had a feeling. A gut feeling, telling him to go.
*
By the time 12:30 rolled round, Mikey was practically jumping with nerves, his heart was hammering against his ribcage. He stood outside the designated diner. Then, the last person he wanted to see came up. The person who’d beat up Gerard, the person, who not too long ago they’d dumped food over. Jake. Mikey turned to walk away when a beef hand planted on his shoulder. Mikey flinched at the contact. Nothing good was going to come out of this. He could feel it.
“Did you know Franks been fuckin’ Gerard?” Jake knew this properly wasn’t true, but he wanted Mikey to be mad at Frank. Mikey turned back to him, wide-eyed. He blinked several times before he found his voice again.
“He’s…what? Fuck you. You’re lying. Frank would never do that… Not… not to me.” Mikey said. He didn’t think it was true, but then, Jake said something that made him question himself.
“Oh please! You can’t tell me you’ve not fucking noticed! Have you fucking seen them?” Mikey thought back to all the times he’s caught frank staring longingly at Gerard and all the times Gerard had returned the longing stare. All the times Frank had invited Gerard into his home, even after what he did. When Frank had been checking Gerard out. It hit him painfully, knocking all the wind out of him. Frank and his brother… Frank and his brother.
Frank had betrayed him. But Mikey still didn’t want to believe the possible truths that were coming from Jakes mouth. He stuck his chin out defiantly and took in a shaky breath, as a tense silence pushed down on them.
“You don’t have proof.” Mikey’s voice shook visible, even they he tried to make it steady. Jake momentarily felt regret for what he was about to do. But then he remembered why he was doing this in the first place. Revenge.
“Really?” He shoved an envelope at Mikey and strutted away. Mikey stared after him, a dull ache settled on his heart as he opened the envelope. There is was. Proof. A picture showed Frank with his arms wrapped around Gerard‘s neck, there lips pressed together. Sure it was blurry, but Frank had very distinguished features, such as his hair with his now red side, and Gerard with his long black hair, his arms around Frank‘s waist.
Soon the feeling of betrayal vanished and was replaced with anger and hatred. How dare he?! How dare Frank do that to him. After everything he did for him! Mikey started toward the school.
*
He saw them all too soon, Gerard and Frank were all to cosy, looking at some comic Frank brought in. The twins and Emma were talking about festivals in England and Claude and Ray were arguing over The Smiths. Mikey stormed up to Frank.
“How the fuck could you do that man?!” Mikey shouted to Frank before he’s even reached them. Frank stood up from the floor and raised an eyebrow at Mikey. He shoved Frank viciously, causing Frank to stumble. The rest of the guys started at Mikey in shock. This was very out of character.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Frank asked. Wide eyed.
“How could you do that behind my back?!” Mikey screamed. Frank put his hands up in defence.
“What exactly did I do?” Frank whispered.
“DON’T ACT SO FUCKING INNOCENT! I fucking know! About you and Gerard! I’m not a fucking idiot!” Frank jerked visibly, giving Mikey all the confirmation he needed. Guilt flicked in Franks eyes briefly. Then, with out a second thought, Mikey smashed his fist in to Frank’s jaw, then grabbed Gerard’s hands and pulled him away. Everyone looked to Frank, who had tear rolling down his cheeks. He walked away, not wanting to be looked at. He last thought as he left the group was:
“The Way brothers have a penchant for hurting me.”
Gerard on the other had was wondering why Frank didn’t want Mikey to know about them. It hadn’t really accured to him until Frank whispered in his ear, reminding him not to tell Mikey. It panicked him. Was he doing something wrong? When Monday finally came, Gerard was anxious to speak to Frank. He was panicking about Frank not liking him.
Mikey, Frank noted dully, was somewhat distracted. While Gerard spoke quietly and quickly to Frank. Emma, Coral, Claude and Charlotte told everyone Ray was ill, then watched and observed. All noticing Gerard and Frank, whispering soft and Mikey’s distracted annoyance at it.
You see, the reason Mikey was so distracted and withdrawn from the group was, because the night before, Mikey had received a letter. Short and sweet. You should keep a closer eye on your brother and your best friend. It made Mikey feel uneasy, considering Frank had been checking Gerard out on Friday.
When the bell went, Mikey went to his locker to retrieve his books for his next lesson, but what he found, was a letter, hastily shoved into his locker through on of the cracks. This time the letter said “Outside Jeff Diner, 12:20.” Mikey had a right mind to scrunch up the note and forget about it, bur he had a feeling. A gut feeling, telling him to go.
*
By the time 12:30 rolled round, Mikey was practically jumping with nerves, his heart was hammering against his ribcage. He stood outside the designated diner. Then, the last person he wanted to see came up. The person who’d beat up Gerard, the person, who not too long ago they’d dumped food over. Jake. Mikey turned to walk away when a beef hand planted on his shoulder. Mikey flinched at the contact. Nothing good was going to come out of this. He could feel it.
“Did you know Franks been fuckin’ Gerard?” Jake knew this properly wasn’t true, but he wanted Mikey to be mad at Frank. Mikey turned back to him, wide-eyed. He blinked several times before he found his voice again.
“He’s…what? Fuck you. You’re lying. Frank would never do that… Not… not to me.” Mikey said. He didn’t think it was true, but then, Jake said something that made him question himself.
“Oh please! You can’t tell me you’ve not fucking noticed! Have you fucking seen them?” Mikey thought back to all the times he’s caught frank staring longingly at Gerard and all the times Gerard had returned the longing stare. All the times Frank had invited Gerard into his home, even after what he did. When Frank had been checking Gerard out. It hit him painfully, knocking all the wind out of him. Frank and his brother… Frank and his brother.
Frank had betrayed him. But Mikey still didn’t want to believe the possible truths that were coming from Jakes mouth. He stuck his chin out defiantly and took in a shaky breath, as a tense silence pushed down on them.
“You don’t have proof.” Mikey’s voice shook visible, even they he tried to make it steady. Jake momentarily felt regret for what he was about to do. But then he remembered why he was doing this in the first place. Revenge.
“Really?” He shoved an envelope at Mikey and strutted away. Mikey stared after him, a dull ache settled on his heart as he opened the envelope. There is was. Proof. A picture showed Frank with his arms wrapped around Gerard‘s neck, there lips pressed together. Sure it was blurry, but Frank had very distinguished features, such as his hair with his now red side, and Gerard with his long black hair, his arms around Frank‘s waist.
Soon the feeling of betrayal vanished and was replaced with anger and hatred. How dare he?! How dare Frank do that to him. After everything he did for him! Mikey started toward the school.
*
He saw them all too soon, Gerard and Frank were all to cosy, looking at some comic Frank brought in. The twins and Emma were talking about festivals in England and Claude and Ray were arguing over The Smiths. Mikey stormed up to Frank.
“How the fuck could you do that man?!” Mikey shouted to Frank before he’s even reached them. Frank stood up from the floor and raised an eyebrow at Mikey. He shoved Frank viciously, causing Frank to stumble. The rest of the guys started at Mikey in shock. This was very out of character.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Frank asked. Wide eyed.
“How could you do that behind my back?!” Mikey screamed. Frank put his hands up in defence.
“What exactly did I do?” Frank whispered.
“DON’T ACT SO FUCKING INNOCENT! I fucking know! About you and Gerard! I’m not a fucking idiot!” Frank jerked visibly, giving Mikey all the confirmation he needed. Guilt flicked in Franks eyes briefly. Then, with out a second thought, Mikey smashed his fist in to Frank’s jaw, then grabbed Gerard’s hands and pulled him away. Everyone looked to Frank, who had tear rolling down his cheeks. He walked away, not wanting to be looked at. He last thought as he left the group was:
“The Way brothers have a penchant for hurting me.”
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