What a Babe! (ryan ross)

♧ Frank Iero Likes Men ♧

At around midday, Frank, Ryan and I rocked up to the party. Gerard said it was a costume party, so we went all out. We came as the three musketeers, with hats, mustaches and everything. To be honest, I think it looked a little better on me than on the boys. We walked in the Way's house and it was CHAOS. Mikey welcomed us and said our fits were awesome. Mikey was dressed as a pirate, and even had a fake sword and parrot. 

I waved goodbye to Frank and Ryan and set off on my own. Most of the people I didn't know, so when I saw Patrick's fedora I ran. "Oh thank god I found you Patr- AHHH!" I squealed. "Oh, fuck you gave me a heart attack." Patrick was himself, but as a dead, skin-peeling-off-his-face thingy. "Hey Sylvan. So my costume is pretty realistic isn't it?" Patrick boasted. "Shut up. I'm just paranoid." I told him. Patrick took my hand and we walked over to the table to grab a drink.

"Hey!" I shouted to Patrick, who was standing beside me. "Can we get out of here!?" Patrick nodded. We pushed our way through the crowd of strangers and drunks and reached the safety of outside. We sat at an outdoor table and opened our cans of soda. "So, how's life? I haven't seen you in so long!" Patrick said. "Hmm." I said quietly. "I wonder where to start."

I told Patrick EVERYTHING. Like seriously, everything. By the end of my story, he seemed very concerned. "So what do you think I should do?" I asked. Patrick was taken aback. "You're coming to me for relationship advice!? Why?" He asked, seeming very confused. I shrugged. "I don't know." Which was true. I had no idea why I'd come to Patrick, but hey. I did. 

Meanwhile, inside, Frank and Gerard were getting along well. "Well I'm sorry for thinking we were more than friends! You were just dropping hints like rubbish and you've littered all over me!" Frank screamed at Gerard, who was holding a bottle of beer in his hand. "I never 'dropped' any hints! That was me being friendly, not me being flirty!" Gerard screamed back. 

"Who does that!? Plays with someone's feelings!?" 

"Frank I said no the first time I don't want, to fuck you. Can't you understand the things I fucking said?" Gerard cried, wobbling as he struggled to stand. 

"Gee! You're pissed. You don't know what you're saying. I can't let this argument rest until you're sober!!" 

"Well, you will are be here for a looong time." Gerard threw the bottle he was holding on the floor and turned his hands into fists. "Fucking fight me." 

"No." Frank replied sternly. "Fight me. Pussy." Gerard mumbled. Frank cracked his knuckles. "I dare you to call me that again." He said. "Pussy." 

We heard smashing and loud noises from outside, so Patrick and I ran inside to find out what all the commotion was about. Then we saw Gerard land a solid punch on Frank's jaw. And everyone was just watching them beat each other up. Patrick meanwhile was horrified. 

I ran off to find Ray and Mikey, but bumped into Andy and Pete instead upstairs. "GUYS! NO TIME TO EXPLAIN BUT FRANK AND GEE ARE BEATING THE LIVING SHIT OUTTA EACH OTHER!! They're gonna fucking kill themselves!" I shouted at them. They came running to me immediately. "Where are they?" Andy asked. "Downstairs. Please, you have to stop them." They both nodded and bolted down the stairs.

I ran out the front and found Ray chatting with Ryan. "HELP!! NO TIME JUST FOLLOW ME!" I grabbed Ryan's hand and Ray's with my other and dragged them inside, where I saw blood dripping out of Gerard's mouth. "Holy shit!" I shouted, but no one heard over the noise. 

Andy and Ray tried to contain Frank, and Mikey and Pete attempted to hold Gee back. But it was no use. They kept going at each other, punching each other's faces in, hitting one another with saucepans. I stepped in to try and separate them, shouting above the cheering. "FRANKIE! STOP!!" I cried at the top of my lungs. Then it hit me. Literally. Gerard's fist made contact with my face, hitting me right in the eye. I fell backwards, and Ryan snuck out of the crowd to help me up.

The fighting and cheering stopped immediately, like someone had thrown a switch. Frank fell to his knees in pain, and drunk Gee collapsed next to him. No one, said, a word. Absolute silence. Tears rolled down my face, which was turning an ugly green and purple. Ryan scopped me up off the ground and hugged me. Ray and the others came over to me whilst the strangers ran off home. 

Joe appeared out of nowhere and hugged me. "Oi, it's okay. Don't cry don't cry." He said quietly, before looking up at the boys. "Right, who did it?" Everyone pointed at passed out Gee on the floor. Ray gently shook them awake and sat them down at a table. Mikey gave me an ice pack for my eye while Joe, Ray and Andy were talking to Frank and Gerard about their actions. 

A few moments later, the doorbell rung, and Mikey ran to answer it. "HEYYYY! WHAT'D WE MISS!?" Dan and Phil shouted as they entered the house. This stopped when they noticed what was happening. "Holy shit! What happened in here?" Phil exclaimed as he saw blood everywhere and an ice pack on my face. 

"Frank and Gerard got into a fight, and Sylvan got punched when she tried to stop it. In fact, we were all trying to but those two were angry as fuck!" Mikey explained to the new arrivals. Ryan was hugging me from behind, like he did when were dating. I smiled. 

"Why did we ever break up?" I asked him quietly so the others wouldn't hear. "Something stupid. And it was all my fault." Ryan responded faintly, the way he spoke gave me butterflies. "No. It was my fault too. But it was over something petty. We wouldn't wanna end up like those two." I said, pointing to Gee and Frank. "No we would not." Ryan laughed. "I think I love you." Ryan whispered, kissing the top of my head. "I think so too. But now is probably not a good time to tell the others, hey?" I whispered back.