"I've made a plan."

"What?"

"A plan."

"What kind of plan?"

Lindsey Ballato, stood in the morning light of Jamia Nestor's kitchen, opened her laptop and placed it on the dining table, only leaning down to press a key on the keyboard, before making her way towards the fridge, in search of something to eat.

"You made a freaking powerpoint?" Frank exclaimed, looking up from his cup of coffee in order to catch a glimpse of just what Lindsey's elusive plan was.

"I stayed up until five making this shit, be fucking grateful, Iero." Lindsey muttered for the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee as she pulled some sort of edible generic breakfast food out of the fridge. What she ate isn't important, okay?

"What exactly is this a powerpoint about?" Jamia dared to ask, hitting space bar and pulling up the next slide, which was... interesting to say the least. "Is that Gerard-"

"This is the plan that involves getting Frank with Gerard and me to seduce Mikey, or something like that." Lindsey explained, pouring milk into her coffee in a manner that bared a striking resemblance to that one milk obsessed kid who was friends with Brendon Urie, who she was famous for kicking in the balls last summer.

"And what am I supposed to do? Watch awkwardly?" Jamia retorted, leaning back in her chair, and getting as far away from this fucked up plan as she possibly could.

"Whatever you want: join in, try and fuck with us, huh?" Lindsey smirked, taking a seat at the table with her coffee.

"Seriously, what the fuck is that?" Jamia asked, gesturing to the powerpoint slide that Frank hadn't taken his eyes off since it'd come on.

"Oh, well, I did some stalking, as you do, well, you know, that's just every single photo of Gerard Way on the internet that I could find ever, arranged in chronological order." Lindsey shrugged it off, simply like she wasn't a fucking psychopath, as Jamia took another look at the slide.

"This is some crazy shit-" Frank exclaimed, shaking his head as he finally managed to take his eyes off the computer screen. "He does look really damn hot with red hair, though."

"Told you: you would have never known that without my help, anyway, if you've finished here then we can move onto the next slide." And Frank, albeit a little reluctantly, moved to the next slide, not really sure what to expect at all.

"How much stalking did you do?" Jamia exclaimed, her eyes widening as a slide full of far too much information about Gerard Way filled the screen.

"A lot." She admitted, giggling a little. "I feel like Frank needs the help, though: he's an awkward little shit. I know nothing about Mikey, though: it's more fun that way."

"Lindsey, this isn't a game-" Jamia protested, but as usual, Lindsey wasn't listening.

"It kind of is, don't you think, now don't be such a bitch about things, look, come on, do you want me to find you a guy? Do you feel left out? Is that what this is?" She asked, leaving Jamia to just shake her head at her best friend, before standing up. "Jamia? I'm sorry, okay?"

"Whatever." Jamia shrugged it off, making her way upstairs without another word.

"What did I do?" Lindsey exclaimed, turning to Frank for sympathy, or well, anything really.

"I can't explain... I... it's complicated." Frank let out a sigh, knowing that 'she's in love with you' wasn't exactly going to get the best response at all. "Really, look, it's nothing, just be nicer to her, okay?"

"I was- okay..." Lindsey shrugged it off, exiting the powerpoint and checking MySpace, because spiritually, she was in fact Pete Wentz. "You don't mind me trying to set you up with Gerard, though?"

"God, you can try, I doubt it'll work though, because we won't work: he's Gerard, and he's quick fucks and no feelings, and I want to date him, and... I'm a little fucking pathetic faggot, and he's Gerard Way."

"Now what's that supposed to mean, huh?" Lindsey raised her eyebrows, finishing her coffee.

"I'm not important, I'm not pretty, I'm just Frank, whereas Gerard, he's just amazing..."

"Frank, do you really think I'd be talking to you right now if you weren't important?" Lindsey asked, getting up from the table. "Look, get yourself ready or whatever: we're going to try our luck with Gerard and Mikey, yeah? I'll go talk to Jamia, apologise or whatever - she'll be fine."

Frank just nodded, remaining seated as Lindsey made her way upstairs after the poor girl that was desperately fucking in love with her.

He grabbed his cellphone, checking his messages: unsure quite how to react in regards to the new one from Gerard, because dear lord, this boy was either going to change his life or ruin it, but Frank hadn't the slightest clue as to which one.

'I really need you.'

Frank sighed at the message, and considered just deleting it and pretending that it didn't send properly, because god that would probably be easier than replying to the shit that Gerard had probably texted him whilst high or drunk or something.

'I want you right now.'

Another. And Frank's heart practically fell from his chest and onto Jamia Nestor's kitchen floor as he read the message.

'Good morning.'

Frank went for the generic response, or basically, just the first thing he could come up with that wouldn't kill him instantly.

'Come over.'

And Gerard continued to make it evident that he wasn't going to bother with being discreet about this one.

'I'm so hard over you. I think about you all the time.'

And Frank's sanity was catapulted out of the nearest window, feeling a certain unwanted tightness in his jeans as he genuinely considered jacking off Jamia's fucking kitchen, but no, he could make it to the toilet first, he totally could, and he totally would.

'What do you think about?'

Frank sent the message as he locked the toilet door behind himself, throwing his body back against the wall and letting his jeans bunch up at his knees as he held his cellphone in one hand and his dick in the other.

'Fucking you so hard that you can't walk properly for days, mostly. Sometimes I just tease you because you want it and we both know that.'

Frank's breaths were heavy and hitched against the bathroom wall, his hand moving faster than ever before as he struggled to tap out a one handed a reply.

'Please.'

It was simple, but it was enough, and Frank's head was hardly in an eloquent frame of mind right now.

'You're getting off right now, aren't you?'

Frank jolted a little into his hand at that: he was close, and Gerard was fucking driving him crazy here.

'Yes.'

And then silence: nothing. Just the little 'read' message at the bottom, leaving Frank alone and short of breath with his own hand for entirely too long.

'Come for me.'

And within seconds, without any second thought, Frank did: his head slamming back against the wall, as he struggled to place his phone safely on the shelf on the side.

He met his own reflection in the mirror; he was fucking ruined and he knew it, and he'd just jacked off in somebody else's house, but Frank couldn't care at all.

He grinned at his reflection, cleaning himself up and pulling up his jeans, before turning back to his cellphone and reading the one new message, from Gerard, of course.

'Fuck, you're amazing.'

And a cute little heart emoji, that was totally uncharacteristic of Gerard, but kept a smile securely upon Frank's face for hours afterwards.

-

"Gerard, you should do something with your life for once, you know?" Mrs Way's suggestion went amiss as Gerard stumbled into the kitchen at twelve noon, only having dressed himself ten minutes prior.

"Mhmm." Gerard shrugged it off, not really having paid all that much attention to what his mother had been saying in the first place.

"You could start by actually listening to me when I'm talking to you." She suggested, turning to face Gerard as he began to make himself a coffee. "And stop drinking twelve cups of coffee everyday, how about that?"

"I'd die without coffee." Gerard's statement was heartfelt, and well, kind of true, but Mrs Way didn't seem to think so at all.

"I doubt it, honey, I really do." She turned back to her cooking. "This is lunch, you know, and you got up like ten minutes ago."

"I woke up hours ago, I just didn't get out of bed." Gerard rolled his eyes, grabbing his cup of coffee, and burning his mouth on it, but drinking it regardless because he was metal as fuck.

"And what on earth were you doing in bed for hours?"

"I don't know." Gerard shook his head, making his way towards the kitchen door with a grin; his answer was unimaginative, but he reckoned he really could not get away with telling the truth, which was 'I was too busy jacking off over this fucking boy called Frank, who might actually be perfect' wasn't exactly the best thing to tell your mother whilst she was making lunch, or any time at all, for that matter.

"Gerard?" Mikey addressed his brother as he made his way into the living room, taking a seat besides the seventeen year old on the sofa: Mikey was watching Star Wars - what was new?

"Yeah?" Gerard asked, his eyes ignoring Mikey in favour of Star Wars, because okay, Gerard was a massive nerd - what was new?

"What's going on with you and Frank?" And at that, Gerard nearly spilt his fucking coffee all over himself, but at that point, he was most definitely giving Mikey his full attention.

"What do you mean?" Gerard asked, playing the innocent card, which may or may not have been slightly ruined by his previous minor heart attack at the mere mention of Frank's name.

"What do you think I mean?" Mikey rolled his eyes, putting Star Wars on pause, and turning to face Gerard properly. "You talking to him the other day? Everything, I mean, you're not quite as discreet as you think you are."

"So what do you think's going on?" Gerard asked, biting his lip, because fuck, he was most definitely blushing like a fucking idiot right now: there wasn't one single question about that.

"You're fucking him." Mikey decided to be blunt, and well, Gerard was just forever grateful that their mother couldn't hear them from the kitchen.

"I haven't fucked him, not even once." And Gerard wasn't even lying: it wasn't like Mikey had mentioned anything about sexting, was it?

"You're letting yourself go, Gerard." Mikey snorted, shaking his head at his brother. "Try to fuck someone other than my best friend, though, please."

"I thought you were 'the mysterious Mikey Way: too cool for friends, too cool for anyone'?" Gerard raised his eyebrows, laughing a little as Mikey gave him a gentle slap that he kind of really did deserve.

"Frank's alright: he's a nice guy, and he's not weird, he's the person I can tolerate the most, so therefore he's automatically my best friend. Ray's alright too, but we don't tend to speak, and Pete, goddamn, Pete makes me want to shoot myself, Gerard."

"Slight overreaction?" 

"No, I'm deadly fucking serious: he's like obsessed with me, it's just kind of creepy, goddamn, I just- how can I be like stop it, please, you're creeping me out, I'm not that great?" Mikey whined, leaning his head onto his brother's shoulder.

"He's just got a crush on you: it's cute." Gerard giggled, and he totally deserved that slap too, even if his bruised arm was starting to disagree.

"Whatever, I don't like him-"

"Have you even spoken to him?" Gerard wasn't convinced at all, and well, it was just anything to piss Mikey off, because he was a nice caring brother like that.

"No, but-"

"Ha, there you go, motherfucker!" Gerard pointed enthusiastically at Mikey. "Talk to him, give him a chance: maybe he's just nervous, maybe he's just an awkward fucker like you, come on, look me in the eye and tell me he's ugly."

"He's not ugly, okay, but he's not cute either!" Mikey protested, but Gerard wasn't having any of it whatsoever.

"At least I can accept when I have a crush, Mikey."

"Crush? It's a crush, is it? It's not- not a 'fuck' thing... this is a thing thing?" Mikey stared at his brother in disbelief.

Gerard blushed, not having given his words much thought before they'd slipped out. "I guess."

-

Mikey was tall, in fact, Mikey was fucking lanky and fucking tall, and perhaps the sole advantage of that was getting away with buying cigarettes when the cashier was too tired to ask for I.D., and Mikey was most certainly ensuring he used these 'powers' to their full extent in the new town where no one had to know that the tall, lanky guy in the joy division shirt was actually only seventeen.

He exited the small off license situated on the street corner with a packet of cigarettes in his hand, stopping outside to fumble with opening the packet, placing one in his mouth, placing the packet into his pocket, retrieving his lighter from his pocket, lighting the cigarette in his mouth, putting the lighter back in his pocket, and finally taking the cigarette into his fingers as he exhaled.

It sounded far more complicated than it was, and well, Mikey had practiced the ordeal near enough every day of his life.

"How can you buy them when you're underage? Are you like in some secret gang or something and you have the shopkeeper's owner held hostage, so they're forced to sell you the cigarettes, despite the fact that you're seventeen?"

Mikey looked up, and shook his head immediately, because who else could he possibly have been expecting, other than Pete Wentz.

"No." Mikey took another drag of the cigarette he shouldn't legally have just bought. "I just look older than I am, and a lot of the time, they don't give enough of a shit to check."

"Cool!" Pete exclaimed, his eyes practically bulging out of his skull, because Pete Wentz literally could not handle Mikey Way's existence, and you know what? Same, to be honest. "Can you buy me cigarettes?"

"Pete, you don't even smoke..." Mikey trailed off, his face contorting into an expression of confusion, but Pete's grin never faltered, and Mikey began to wonder whether this emo lump in front of him was actually human at all.

"I just want to see you do it, it's so cool- buy me something, Mikey Way!" Pete exclaimed, like a fucking three year old child.

"I'll buy you some baby food, because you're acting like a fucking toddler right now." Mikey rolled his eyes, leaving Pete to look personally offended, and indeed resorted to flipping Mikey off.

"Buy me something, please, I'm broke as fuck." Pete pleaded, his tone taking a more serious tone, but it was Pete, so, well, you weren't exactly getting anything meaningful by far. "Please, I'll kiss you if you do."

"As if I needed any more motivation not to." Mikey rolled his eyes, turning away from Pete. "I'm not your fucking sugar daddy, Pete, buy yourself something." And with that, the seventeen year old made his way down the road, but the fucking opposite way to his house, because there was no way he was going to let Pete know where he lived.

And perhaps Pete just couldn't take the hint, as he found trailed after Mikey within seconds.

"Maybe you could be my sugar daddy." Pete suggested, all puppy dog eyes, and Mikey considered whether just punching the guy in the face was a viable option here.

"Pete, please stop flirting with me- I... I don't like you, I'm sorry, but I don't-"

"Oh you think I'm flirting with you?" Pete exclaimed, his eyes widening as he began to gesture wildly with his hands. "Don't get so big headed, Mikey Way. I'm far too cool for you, you know that."

"Sure." Mikey narrowed his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette, reckoning that dying of lung cancer would be more enjoyable than continuing to engage in conversation with Pete Wentz.

"Does this mean you're a flaming homosexual then?" Pete's face lit up moments later. "Because there was a suspicious lack of no homo in that sentence."

"I'm asexual, if you must know." Mikey stopped for a moment, bracing himself for the 'are you a plant?' and the 'what the fuck is that?' comments, because those were always great fun.

"I'm bi." Pete added, pausing for a moment, and meeting Mikey's gaze as he did so. "Asexual's the one where you don't want to fuck anybody isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Mikey nodded.

"I would actually die." Pete confessed, hand on his motherfucking heart. "So, wait, do you not like want to date anybody ever?"

"That's a different thing, that's aromantic - asexual and aromantic are too different things, and sexual and romantic attractions don't always match up, okay? So, I'm asexual and homoromantic."

"So you want to date dudes, but not fuck them, or get fucked, or anything, like you just want to kiss and hold hands and be cute?" Pete was showing an actual interest in not being an uneducated little prick, which was a pleasant surprise for Mikey, to say the least.

"Yeah, pretty much. I just don't experience sexual attraction, it's like I want to kiss and cuddle you really damn hard, but no fucking, please." And Mikey was sort of losing himself in actually getting to talk openly about his sexuality to someone that actual gave a fuck for once. 

"So, you don't ever get hard?" Pete exclaimed, his eyes widening tremendously. "Or like jack off?"

"Not like... I get morning wood, and well, sometimes it does just happen, but I don't get hard over people... and sometimes you're hard and you have to just to make it go away, but like, it's not a recreational activity or anything, I don't know - it's different for different people as well." Mikey paused, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out with his shoe. "It's like a spectrum, as well, so like, people experience it on varying degrees."

"I've never really thought this much about sexuality." Pete admitted, walking just a little closer to Mikey. "It was always just like, yeah, Lindsey Ballato's hot, and fuck, her boyfriend's hot too... okay, I'm bi."

"Gerard, my brother, he's pansexual, he had this big self discovery hippie phase a few years ago, and it was like constantly in my ear: I couldn't help but pick some of it up and actually look into it, I mean, fucking hell, this is important, because there was once a time that I thought I was heterosexual, like damn, no."

"Have you ever actually, like... like... like..." Pete's cheeks flushed pink.

"Fucked anyone?" Mikey raised his eyebrows, and Pete nodded, his face still bearing resemblance to a sunburnt tomato. "No, I mean, I've never wanted to. I just kind of know. I gave this guy a blowjob, though, once, like last year, and I was kind of drunk... it was weird."

"You don't like blowjobs?" Mikey shook his head. "There's no fucking way we can be friends."

And as Pete Wentz made Mikey Way laugh, the whole fucking world fell apart.

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