Is this what you always want me for? (frerard)

Chapter 2- Mikey way

He continued to stare at me and an awkward silence took over the room. I got up and went into the bathroom for a glass of water.

When I came back out he was sat on his bed, flicking through a monster magazine.

"So..." He paused "frank, tell me about yourself"

I just stood there, not knowing what to say.

"I'm waiting, frank"

What the fuck. Who did he think he was?

"Am I on mastermind or something?" I replied.

He snorted. "Very funny"

I didn't get this guy.

Sitting on my bed, I pulled out my iPod and headphones when he spoke again "I'm Mikey and I like partying and pop music"

I was confused again, if he liked pop music why did he have all these punk/rock band posters?

"So uh, why do you have all these posters" i said,gesturing to the wall.

"Oh" he laughed "These? These aren't mine. I don't even sleep here, my psycho fag of a brother does"

Great, he was homophobic.

"I hope you aren't a faggot, Frank. Although your appearance really doesn't give off a straight vibe"

"Excuse me?!"

I didn't know whether to laugh or be mad. I mean, 'straight vibe'? Clothes don't define sexuality.

"Oh my god, you are a fag aren't you"

"I-"

"Is that why you've been looking at me? Have you been checking me out? Well I'm sorry Iero but I'm not one of you- I have a girlfriend and-"

"I wasn't 'checking you out'"

"Yeah well I hope so. And don't think you'll be getting any action with my brother. He's unlovable and hates basically everyone" His voice was laced in hatred as he grabbed his shoes and stormed out, slamming the door.

Jeez, what was so bad about his brother? I wondered why Mikey seemed to hate him so much and why he didn't sleep in his own room and how he knew my last name and-

I heard yelling and a small group of people chanting "fight"

The voice yelling was Mikey's.

Curious, I walked out of my room and into the corridor, staying close to the wall.

The chanting and yelling got louder as I approached the gathering. There was a semi-circle of people behind Mikey; they were the ones chanting 'fight'.

And in the middle of the corridor, facing Mikey with his back turned to me was a fairly tall boy wearing a dark black coat, tight jeans and laced up black dr. martens.

I remained close to the wall, trying to avoid being seen while I compared the boy wearing black's appearance to everyone else's. He stuck out like a sore thumb, just like me. I was in the middle of thinking when Mikey noticed me.

Fuck.

"Oh look. Here's the new fag" he yelled,smirking.

Everyone turned, looking directly at me.