This Road Only Has One Possible Ending

Misfits Hoodies and Batman Boxers

  "Shut up Jack, you whore!" Said Alex, laughing his ass off, "You can't just say things like that!" Alex was sitting in a midsized cafe which now empty aside from the cafe staff, himself and his friends: Jack, Kellin and Ryan.

  "Why!?" Jack whined, "What I said was true. I would've let him touch my dick!"

  "Jack, you would let anyone touch your dick," Kellin sighed. Not entirely true Alex thought, Jack had never let him touch his dick, but then again Alex had never told Jack he wanted to.

  "Kellin, I only let pretty people touch my dick...and i certainly don't let Mexican gang leaders touch my dick," Jack said in mock offense. Alex was wondering if Jack thought he was pretty or not, when his thoughts were interrupted.

  "Wait! Kellin slept with that gang member, the one he's being crushing on since last year? WHY HASN'T ANY ONE TOLD ME THIS?!" Yelled Ryan, completely losing his shit and almost knocking his coffee over.

  "Ryan, calm the fuck down. You're going to knock over your coffee and we'll have a redo of what happened with the other guys!" Alex laughed, taking a sip of this tea, "To answer your question they didn't exactly 'sleep together' and I don't don't know why you didn't know about this before, ask Kellin."

  "Yeah, they didn't 'sleep together' it was more like Kellin had a dark alley and a bad idea," Jack added smirking.

  "Shut up."

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  Frank's alarm went off at 6:30, like it did every day Monday through Friday. He sighed...oh the sacrifices you must make in order to eat breakfast, have time to shower and still get to school on time. He turned his alarm and called out to his foster mom "Jenny, I don't wanna go to school today!"

  "Why? What's up Frank?"

  "My anxiety levels," which was true, he felt sick to his stomach thinking about going to school surrounded by all sorts of people who would hate him for who he was.

  "Okay Frank, stay relaxed, don't do anything stupid...I'll see you in 12ish hours!" Jenny worked as a part time nurse at a mental helth hospital (the hospital did more than mental health care, Jenny just happened to work in mental health), which happened to be a 15 minute drive from where they lived.

  Frank woke up six hours later realizing he'd slept till noon and found that he had a bunch if texts from Patrick asking if he was okay and a text from both Pete and Mikey apologizing for Patrick's obnoxious texting behavior. Frank messaged Patrick to say he was okay. Then he typed "Hey Patrick, would you happen to have Gerard's number, like Gerard from the coffee shop yesterday?" Frank questioned why he even really wanted Gerard's number, so he could apologize? Yeah, probably but there was a bit more to it, still Frank barely knew the guy and he doubted that Gerard would have even noticed he existed if Patrick hadn't spilled his coffee...thanks Patrick. Then again Gerard had called him "Frankie" and even though the word had been yelled at him by a pissed off 17 year old vampiresque guy, it was still a major turn on. With that thought in mind Frank pressed send and hoped he wasn't going to regret this.

  Patrick's reply came faster than frank expected "I've got something better than Gerard's number."

  "Patrick...what do you have?"

  "A surprise." Well, goddammit! Frank was not much of a surprise person, you never knew what was going to happen. Oh, look I've just received a box of something...you open the box and SURPRISE, the box is full of spiders. Frank shuddered at the thought of a box full of spiders; a box of spiders? More like a box of nope. Frank got lost in thought about spiders he didn't hear the doorbell ring, until it was rung the second time.

  Frank grabbed his Misfits hoodie from his bedroom floor, quickly pulled it over his head and ran to the front door. Frank was startled to open the door and see Patrick and Gerard in the doorway. "I like your hoodie."

  "What?" 

  "I like your hoodie, Frankie," repeated Gerard.

  "Oh." Frank said, looking down at his Misfits hoodie. Gerard's eyes glanced downwards.

  "And," Gerard smirked, "Your boxers." Frank could feel the blood rushing to his face, as he came to the realization he was literally only wearing Batman boxers and a Misfits hoodie, that was literally all he was wearing.

  "So," Patrick said breaking the awkward silence that had begun to settle, "I brang Gerard over here so he could apologize, for being..." Patrick choose his words carefully,"...so impolite, yesterday."

  "He means for being, such a fucking dick yesterday," Clarified Gerard, "Yeah, sorry about that, Frankie. I really didn't mean to give you a panic attack."

  "Funny, I thought I'd be the one to apologize."

  "Frankie...I don't want you to ever apologize for your anxiety, or any other mental illness you have...you shouldn't ever have to," Gerard spoke softly & calmly with a hint of worry in his tone. Frank really didn't know how to react. He'd apologized for both his depression & anxiety for the majority of his life. Ever since his parents had died (which he was pretty sure had been the main cause of both, of them) up until a month or so ago, when he started living with Jenny, for the first time he was being told he should never apologize for those things.

  Realizing, Gerard and Patrick had just been standing outside side for this whole conversation he quickly invited them in. "Ummm, so I guess now that you'll be here for bit, I should probably put on some clothes?" Frank said almost like he was asking a question.

  "No, I like what you're wearing right now, Frankie," Gerard whispered, a smirk forming on his lips. Frank wasn't sure if Gerard was actually being serious or not and not knowing made him feel torn. Was Gerard gay and if so was Gerard even attracted to him, or was Gerard just fucking with him? The question of a lifetime.

  "Gerard, we should have been back at school 10 minutes ago," Patrick sighed, putting his phone away.

  "S'okay I got Brendon to cover for us, we're okay."

  "Brendon! As in Brendon Urie!? He's gonna say we went to a gay strip club, or something!"

  "Well, Frankie's wearing next to nothing already so, it's no that far feched. Frankie, are you even wearing anything under that hoodie?" Gerard asked walking behind Frank.

  "Ummm, what do you think?"

  "Don't answer my my questions with other questions, it's bad manners," Gerard laughed, "Guess I'll have to find out myself."

  Frank felt two cold hands press against his lower back, he literally squealed and almost fell over. "Apparently not!" Gerard chuckled, removing his hands from Frank's back.

  "Fuck you," Frank giggled.

  "So," Patrick sighed, "When's the wedding?"

  "Good question Patrick," Gerard said getting down on one knee with a stupid little grin on his face, "Frankie Iero, will you be my boyfriend?" Frank could feel his face getting redder.

  "Frank, I'm pretty sure he actually means it, Gerard is kinda spontaneous, lives in the moment and he just does what feels is a good idea righ then and there," Patrick told him smiling.

  "Yeah...Yes, yes I will," Frank smiled. He was happy to now how Gerard felt about him. "You, guys can stay here  for a bit if you want. I can make tea or coffee or something,"

  "I should probably get back to school, make sure Brendon is still covering for us," Patrick said.

   "Okay Patrick, I'll stay here with Frankie," Gerard began running his fingers through Frank's hair causing him to shiver.

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I really enjoyed the title for this chapter. Anyways I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update but I'm trying for once a week. I forgot to mention last chapter of course Jenny is my own character. Lastly I'm sorry if it's not very well edited, because I'm editing it myself.

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