Illusions ➵ Frerard, Petekey, Ryden

5. Is It Weird I Kind Of Like The Smoky Eye Effect?

Mikey Way didn't like many people. In fact, he was quite sure that right this minute there was two people he genuinely cared for, and that was Frank and Ray. He didn't even care about Patrick right now, because he was friends with Pete, and let's face it, Mikey couldn't accept the guy as he was extremely explicitly gay, which Mikey found more disgusting than a pile of shit in the street.

Okay, he didn't hate Pete, or Brendon for that matter, but he sure as hell thought they were wrong in the head, or perhaps he shouldn't be so cruel because just like his older brother, it was only a phase, something which would disappear soon. He'd found a couple websites on his computer about teens experimenting, something he'd never even think to do, so he was beginning to think that's what his friends were doing.

Or maybe the whole concept of homosexuality was so commonly used nowadays that teenagers felt left out, like they needed to be bisexual or something like that to fit in. Mikey really didn't know much about it, he was just bought up to turn his nose up at gays. He shouldn't be judged for it, he was just expressing his own views on it, and how much it grossed him out.

Just after school finished, Mikey decided to cross the road to the local park, just to sit and think for a while before returning home. He didn't dislike going home, but his mother was working most of the time and he'd much rather avoid an awkward atmosphere with Gerard. The brothers weren't close anymore, not after their father died. Let's just say both had different opinions on the dead man.

He found his way to the roundabout spinning slowly whilst on his phone. He had a few texts from people: Frank, Ray and Gerard. The one from Frank was just that he'd skipped school for a smoke and felt a little sick so he'd gone home during lunch. Ray was just asking about some video game day they'd had planned, and Gerard... well, Mikey assumed it was a drunken text, but something about wanting to be Queen.

Mikey spun around and around on the roundabout until he began feeling a little bit sick, but nothing compared to the sickness feeling in his stomach when he'd heard an irritatingly familiar voice behind him.

"Kinda got off seeing you spinning on that thing," Pete smirked at the taller, lankier boy who'd finally hopped off the playground equipment, trying to play it cool, despite the fact his stomach was doing somersaults and he felt like he was about to throw up. Mikey's lesson in life was this: Do not spin around in a roundabout for ten minutes straight whilst thinking about gay people.

Mikey didn't find Pete amusing. "Fuck off, Wentz; don't you have a blonde, green eyed boy to run off to?" He grimaced; he wasn't even there when Brendon had punched Pete, but he immediately laughed when Ryan had mentioned it in Biology, really, Mikey wouldn't have minded who punched who out of those two.

"I guess Jack is off limits," Pete muttered, following Mikey onto a dark green painted bench which looked right to the play park. Little kids were already turning up with their parents after their long, easy days at nursery, infant or primary, Mikey was so jealous of them.

They were silent for a minute before Mikey sighed. "Seriously, is there a reason you're here? Not to be an asshole or anything, but I don't like you that much." It wasn't even that Pete was gay, it was simply because Pete was annoying and desperate and obstinate. There were many words you could use to describe him. There were also many words you could use to describe Mikey, though.

"Am I not allowed to come to the park anymore?" Pete asked, smirking at the blonde, lanky guy next to him who was picking at his dark blue faded jeans, obviously something was bothering him, but Mikey wasn't a guy to open up, especially not with Pete.

Mikey shrugged and glanced at the sky. "Just as long as you know I'm not your friend, you're just friends with my friends." Mikey wasn't harsh per say, he was just truthful, he wasn't going to shut up and keep his opinions to himself, he liked to show people what he thought of them. You could argue both ways on that, maybe it was a good thing, but maybe it wasn't.