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Gerard was curled up, half asleep and leaning into Frank's side on a Thursday afternoon, having headed straight to their boyfriend's house after school, and utterly disregarding the small matter of letting their younger brother into their house or well that fucking English essay they had due tomorrow: it wasn't like it mattered, as they were going to copy it all off the internet anyway, and after all, when teachers gave students essays to do freely at home, then what else were they expecting?

"Mikey's probably going to call me and yell down the phone at me at some time within the next few minutes." Gerard announced, their words muffled against Frank's side, and honestly, the sixteen year old was beginning to suspect that Gerard had actually fallen asleep on him, but thankful for Frank's leg and the way Gerard was leaning against it, they were still wide awake- well... perhaps 'wide' was an overstatement, but let's just say that Gerard was conscious, and Frank was thankful.

"Why?" Frank giggled a little at that, as Gerard sat up slightly, just so Frank could see their face- their fucking cute face. "God, you're beautiful." Frank couldn't help but let the truth slip, because well, Gerard Way did dangerous fucking things to him.

"Shut up." Gerard blushed a wonderfully vibrant shade of scarlet, before turning away a little to check their phone. "He doesn't have a key to our house, I mean, mum doesn't trust him- no that I can blame her, of course, but I'm usually always home and he's going to be locked out now."

"You're going to let your poor brother be locked outside in the cold just so you can cuddle with me?" Frank raised his eyebrows a little at that, but from the blush still vibrant upon Gerard's cheeks, he knew what the answer was.

"Yeah..." Gerard’s voice was somewhat a like to sigh, and really, Frank didn't know if Gerard regretted this at all, and well, perhaps it was for the better if Frank just didn’t care to know. "I love you." Gerard told him, grabbing Frank's hand and pulling it around their shoulders, before leaning back into their boyfriend's side. "I love you an awful lot."

"That's good, because, well, I love you too." Frank's words were uttered with such ease that they could practically mean nothing at all, but with the look in his eyes, there was an undoubtable understanding that they meant nothing but the world. "You should care just a little bit more about Mikey, though, he's not exactly having the best of times, right now."

"What do you mean?" Gerard exclaimed, sitting up immediately, and Frank couldn't help but smile a little at just how fucking cute Gerard was, because damn, there was no fucking way around that fact.

"He's fine- I mean... it's nothing serious, just... social kind of problems... he's scared to tell you, as well, which I find surprising, I mean, you two are somehow closer than close, even if it hardly ever seems so, but he ended up talking to me about it the other day, and I guess it would be kind of horrible of me to just tell you, but, basically, Mikey has certain feelings for a certain person, and it's certainly fucking him up just a little."

"I didn't think Mikey gave much of a damn about relationships and well.. feelings in general, I mean, he cares about me and like his friends, like you and Pete, but otherwise... nah... Mikey doesn't give one single shit." Gerard grabbed their cellphone, and sent Mikey an apologetic text message with the location of the spare key - that neither of them were supposed to know about, but whatever - only to find themself with no response, not even a 'seen' for quite a few minutes.

"It's different this time." Frank told Gerard with a certain degree of conviction that just couldn't help but strike unease inside Gerard, almost as if there was something that Frank was purposely keeping from them.

"How so?" Gerard dared to ask, meeting their boyfriend's gaze as they did so, and finding Frank blushing a little and looking down in a manner that wasn't at all suspicious, of course.

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