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A/N: Today's muse is from the works of Ladytron

Frank's question hit me, I felt my mouth go dry and I looked away...it was in that moment that Frank's eyes grew wide and his mouth became even more a gapped. Together we slowly backed away, I headed halfway into the bathroom and Frank slowly slipped to the hallway wall.

"When," he whispered, barely audible, "when were you going to tell me?"

I placed my arm against the door frame and sighed into the crook of my elbow; Frank dramatically slipped to the floor and stared straight in front. He looked over at me and I couldn't help but shrug. I mean, what was I supposed to say now, he'd found out...I was more or less waiting for him to let me have it. Punch it out of me, but he didn't move from the floor. I adjusted my towel and looked at my cousin, his eyes with so many questions.

"I wasn't," I answered honestly, "I thought you'd never speak to me again."

"Who beat you up and, and," Frank raised his eyebrows.

I decided to use a name from my repertoire, my ex.

"Sean."

"Sean, who?"

I rolled my eyes.

"You wouldn't know him Frank, he doesn't go to school anymore...he uh, graduated."

With that lie on the table I closed the bathroom door and locked it. I grabbed my chest as it twinged in pain again, I just wanted to punch the wall. My breath slowly became steady again and I was able to step into the shower. I let the hot water pour over my joints, and I scrubbed myself until I became raw. But even then, I couldn't scrub him away.

In Frank's room, he let me dress in private; I picked up my jacket before leaving the room. I held it against my nose, the musk of Gerard was faintly lingering. My fingers pressed the fabric harder into my face and I could remember every detail of Gerard's complexion.

"Devon?" Frank knocked on the door.

"Coming," I called and threw the jacket on my arms.

Together Frank and I headed down the street to take a bus a few short blocks to Mikey's. On the way we didn't speak, Frank kept his hands in his pockets and thought. Once we passed sketch creek Frank stopped in his tracks and stared at me with his famous eyes.

"What?" I asked him.

"Why are with Sean, if he shit kicked you?"

I chuckled without humor. Then my shoulders rose in a shrug again, I didn't know what else to say...I guess that Sean had never abused me, that was definetly something to correct.

"Well, I told you I tripped, and thats what were telling Mikey."

Frank shrugged his own shoulders and then we continued walking.

*

"Wow, Devon what happened to you?" Alicia cried upon opening the door, "are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Just tripped down a ditch," I smirked as her eyes darted, "I'm pretty clumsy."

Alicia rolled her eyes, she already knew who had done this to me. My eyes made her promise not to breathe a word. She nodded just in time to see Frank come over my shoulder, his eyes excited to see her.

"Sup Al," He smirked and they high fived their hand shake.

"Mikey should be here," Alicia said loudly.

Cue Mikey. He galloped down the front hall and practically leapt into Frank and I's arms. His face was covered in chocolate and he was so excited to see us.

"I made brownies! Wow Dev you okay?"

"Not special I hope," I joked but the three innocent faces of my closet New Jersey Friends looked at me with wonder, "Nevermind. And I tripped."

We headed into the house and I could smell Italian spaghetti cooking on the stove. Alicia linked her arm with mine and we walked into the dinning room to help set the table. I grabbed forks and began laying them down.

"So, you going to Hannah's tonight?" Alicia asked, looking up from her napkin folding.

"Yeah, I got enough invites," and even a threat I said in thought, "You and Mikey going?"

"Oh yeah," she nodded, "He got Gerard to buy him a shit load of southern comfort."

"And yet," I smirked, "You don't know what special brownies are."

Alicia rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me sir," she drawled, "Anyway, what are you drinking tonight?"

I hadn't thought that far, I grabbed the spoons and just shrugged for the umpteenth time today. Alicia nodded.

"I think, um, I have someone bringing my stuff," I lied, I was only going because I'd been told to.

"I'm sure, there will be stuff people can give you," she paused, "I mean--."

Together we said, "your from Georgia."

I chuckled again, how did I get away with this here. All I had to do was speak and people let me have my way; left, right, and center. She handed me some glasses and I put them on the table accordingly.

"So, how'd Mikey score the house to himself?"

"His parents went on that triple date with Frank and your parents."

"Oh," I said quietly.

We went back to setting the table in silence, hearing Mikey and Frank argue about transformers in the kitchen. I didn't even want to ask and neither did Alicia...we just kept doing our job. I slowly looked up from my table feeling eyes at my back. Frank brought my attention to the kitchen again.

"Megatron is so hardcore Mikey!"

"No, Prime wins at the end of the day every time."

"Yeah, after getting the shit kicked out of him!"

Me and Alicia exchanged glances.

"Boyfriends," she muttered.

I couldn't help but agree with her. I felt eyes on my back again and looked to my back side. He stood in the doorway watching me...I dropped my plate. It didn't break but it did bounce loudly.

"WOW! What happened...," Mikey had rushed in and trailed off.

"Nothing Mikey," Gerard mused, "Devon just dropped his plate," he picked up the china from the floor and handed it to me.

I clutched the plate and watched him cross the room to his brother. Alicia took a deep breath, and stepped closer to me, Frank tried to get to me but Gerard stood in the way.

"What are you doing here?" Mikey asked, "I thought you weren't going to be home tonight?"

"Oh I'm not, I'm staying at Hannah's," He slowly walked over to an empty seat, "I came here for your famous spaghetti Mikey," he began to pull silverware for a place of his own.

Mikey slightly let his mouth hang, he didn't know what to do...we all didn't know what to do. Gerard wasn't supposed to be here, it seemed he cleaned himself up after the park...I guessed nobody was going to ask where he'd gotten the bruises from. Frank however, darted his glances from my own bruises to Gerard, putting two and two together...but it didn't give him four, he seemed stuck on why we both were bruised.

"You have to ask if it's okay with Devon," Mikey said sternly.

Gerard placed his plate down and then looked at me.

"Well, Devon?" He smiled his soft smile.

"I don't mind," I casted with a heavy Georgian accent, "You can even sit beside me."

He raised his eyebrows and then looked at Mikey for approval.

"Alright, but no fighting."

Gerard snickered but stopped at Mikey's glare. He raised his hand.

"Scouts honor," Mikey rolled his eyes and Frank and him returned to the kitchen, Gerard looked at Alicia, "Hey Alicia."

"Bite me," she sneered and left the two of us in the dining room.

"Tough crowd," he whistled.

I slinked over to my spot sitting down next to Gerard's place. He turned around and his hard expression was back. He took his seat roughly next to me, the small table caused our elbows to touch.

"I got you some stuff for tonight," Gerard muttered, unfolding the nice napkin Alicia had made.

"I don't drink," I lied.

Gerard leaned in close to me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Then you can drink my cum."

I could feel the tension building in the room, I almost wanted to leave...someone was going to pick up on what was going on. I leaned away from him and fiddle with my fork. Gerard pushed his thigh against mine, I was almost willing to step on his foot but I just pulled away instead.

"Oh, playing hard to get are we?"

I gave him my worse look. Slowly I dragged my hand across his knee up to his groin, he gasped as I took the same hold he had. My voice became raw.

"You, bet."