Shrugging on your jacket, you grabbed your Algebra book and closed your locker door. Looking up to your right, you were met by the smiling face of Frank Iero. Frank was in your Spanish class, so the two of you weren't strangers, but you weren't exactly friends either, so him waiting for you at your locker was a little bit strange.

"So you're into the little Way, hm?" he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows.

You must've looked completely horrified because Frank burst out laughing. His laughing stopped immediately when you grabbed him by his leather jacket and dragged him into the nearest classroom, though.

"You're really strong for a tiny person, you know that?" Frank pouted.

"How did you know that?!"

"Look- between me and you - just because it looks like I'm sleeping in class, doesn't mean I am."

"But- you... you... what?"

"No offense," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "but that Chelsey friend of yours really does not know how to use her inside voice," he said sheepishly.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," you mumbled, starting to pace up and down the empty classroom before stopping in front of Frank, an anxious expression on your face. "You didn't tell him, did you?" you questioned while toying nervously with the hem of your t-shirt.

"Relax, Mikey is as oblivious as ever." 

"And you're not planning on telling him either, right?"

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," Frank reassured.

"Thank you, Frank," you sighed in relief.

Frank leaned back against one of the wooden desks, eyes following your pacing frame as he studied your still-anxious body language and concerned facial expression.

"You really like him, don't you?"

You stopped pacing and glanced at Frank, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Chelsey was the only person who had known about your feelings for Mikey for the past couple of years and now suddenly that wasn't the case anymore. Even though Frank assured you that he wouldn't say anything about it to Mikey, having someone who you weren't extremely close with know what was probably your biggest secret was exponentially frightening. Especially when that someone happened to be one of Mikey's best friends.

Managing to choke out a 'yeah', you finally willed yourself to meet Frank's eyes.

"I can help you, you know. I won't tell Mikey, cause I know that's the last thing you want, but there's other things I can do."

"Like?"

"Well, it'd really help if we became actual friends first," he grinned.

"Okay. We're friends now, then."

"Great! So, I'll meet you by our table at lunch!"

"Wait, our table? Wha-"

"BYE, BEST FRIEND!" Frank yelled to you over his shoulder as he swiftly slipped out of the classroom.

-

Cautiously walking into the cafeteria, your eyes scanned the room in search of a leather jacket. You couldn't see Frank anywhere, but you did find 'our table'. Tucked away in the far left corner was a table occupied by three guys wearing all black and chatting quietly to each other. One of them, of course, was Mikey. Lounging casually in a way that made the cafeteria seats come across as comfortable, he looked as gorgeous as ever. Of course, he didn't find himself attractive at all and neither did most of the girls in your year, but that didn't matter because you'd kill to be able to plant kisses along that jawline.

"Ya know, for someone who's scared of Mikey finding out about her feelings for him, you're not doing a very good job at being subtle about it."

The unexpected sound of Frank's voice behind you caused you to jump a little, making the green-eyed boy giggle.

"Don't sneak up on me like that," you breathed, hand over your heart.

"Don't get so lost in staring at people in front of the entire school, then," came Frank's cheeky reply.

"Fair enough."

Wrapping his slender fingers around your wrist, Frank began dragging you towards his friends.

"Frank, hold on, I changed my mind. I really don't think this is a good ide-"

But it was no use. Frank moved unbelievably fast, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of three wide-eyed teenage boys.

"Hey, guys. This is my friend, (Y/N). She's gonna be spending some time with us. That cool?"

There was no response from the males at first, which made you question whether this was really happening or if it was just some insane dream. Right before you could run away in embarrassment, one of the boys spoke.

"Of course it's okay! You're fucking gorgeous!"

You were a bit taken aback at his words, so you just stood there with your mouth open, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Jason, watch your language! And that's no way to talk to a lady," was the reply of the brunette guy sitting next to who you now knew as Jason. "Please excuse my friend, I'm sure he meant it as a compliment, it's just sometimes he has trouble expressing his thoughts in a non-douchey way," he continued, eliciting a 'I can hear you, asshole' from Jason.

"I'm Sam, by the way," he offered you his hand and a heartfelt smile, which you gladly returned.

"(Y/N)," you said while shaking his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Welcome to our table."

-

Frank had introduced you to his friends in the cafeteria two months ago and since then, you'd gained three new friends in the guys. Frank's plan to get you and Mikey together was coming along swimmingly, except for one tiny flaw...

Mikey wasn't interested in you at all.

As a friend, maybe. Romantically, not a chance in hell. No matter how hard you tried to spend time alone with him, and no matter how many hints you dropped, Mikey still treated you as no more than a friend. Sometimes even no more than an acquaintance, which left you second-guessing whether he even liked you as a person, let alone as a potential girlfriend.

The was one good thing to gain from all of this, though - you and Frank had become exceptionally close and you now considered him one of your closest friends. He introduced you to his band, My Chemical Romance, which was comprised of him, Mikey, Mikey's older brother Gerard, and their friend, Ray Toro. Gerard and Ray were great people and you became comfortable with them quite quickly. You'd watch them rehearse every week and soon enough you became the unofficial "fifth member of the band".

Yet Mikey still didn't give you the attention you were hoping for, if any at all.

"I'm telling you, Frankie. He hates me," you bit your lip and threw your hands up in frustration.

"He doesn't hate you, babe. Maybe he just doesn't know what to say to you. I mean, it's Mikey. He doesn't really do feelings," Frank replied while disconnecting his guitar from the amp.

It'd been an incredible practice, and you had been on your feet clapping and cheering at the top of your lungs while congratulating the boys. They all gave you shy smiles and thanked you, except for Mikey, who didn't even look at you; prompting the current conversation you were having with Frank.

"I just really wanted him to like me. Even just as a friend. But it seems like that's never gonna happen so..." you trailed off.

"Hey," Frank spoke softly, striding over to you and pulling you against his chest in a tight hug, placing a kiss to your forehead. "It'll be okay, babe. He'll come around."

The two of you stayed like that for a little while, before someone cleared their throat in the doorway, causing you to separate.

It was Mikey, and he looked pissed.

"(Y/N), can I talk to you, please? Alone?" he asked impatiently.

"Um, yeah, sure," you said.

Shooting Frank a confused look - to which he replied with a thumbs up and a 'good luck' - you followed Mikey out of the garage and into his bedroom.

His room was suited perfectly to his personality. It hand band posters up on one wall, and drafts of song lyrics and music sheets hung on the wall above a cluttered desk on the opposite end of the room. It was cozy and comforting, but you couldn't shake the feeling of dread in your stomach.

Expecting him to yell at you about how much he hated you, you reluctantly broke the awkward silence that hung over the room like a heavy cloud.

"So, you wanted to talk to me about someth-"

"What's going on between you and Frank?" he interrupted you.

His words stunned you beyond belief.

"Excuse me?"

"You and Frank. What's going on between the two of you. Are you together?"

"Me- me and Frank? Together?"

"You heard me."

"No! God, no! Why- why would you even think that?!"

Mikey scoffed. "Why wouldn't I think that? You two are practically inseparable. All the hugging and kissing and 'babes'. It's kinda hard not to notice!"

Mikey's voice was laced with anger and frustration and if you weren't mistaken, jealously...?

"Mikey, I don't understand why y-"

"Just answer the fucking question, (Y/N)!"

After the way he had been treating you since the moment you had met him, he had no right to speak to you that way. And there was no way you were going to take it.

"How dare you? How dare you, Mikey?! You've been treating me like I don't exist since the beginning, and now you suddenly care about who I'm dating?! What the fuck, Mikey? Why? Why do you care?!"

"Why do I care? Why do I...," he stopped abruptly and let out an almost animalistic groan before rushing towards you.

He grabbed you roughly and you froze in shock, half-expecting him to hurt you, but he did the last thing you would've thought him to do.

He kissed you.

He kissed you deep and with infinite passion like your lips were air and he was drowning.

When you pulled apart, you were both gasping for breath.

"That's why." Mikey said, exasperated.

"No."

"No?" he asked, puzzled.

"Frank and I. There's nothing between us. I feel nothing for him. I have feelings for you. Only you, Mikey. I have for the longest time," you sighed as you closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of being so close to him.

The smile that he wore on his face was enough to make your knees weak.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). For everything. I was a complete dick to you and I know that nothing I say can make up for it. But is there any chance you'd let me try?" he cupped your face, his eyes pleading with you.

"If it means that I can do this anytime I want," standing on your tippy-toes, you kissed his jawline, "then yes, little Way."

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