You Had Me At 'Down With Cis' | frerard

bang the doldrums, break some windows

happy new year everyone! here's a chapter to help you get through the holiday hangover. i hope everyone had a lovely holiday season and i want a big thank you again for 3K reads. wow. don't forget to comment and vote -xoxo lola

It was Monday morning and Pete's plane had just touched down on American soil. He was home and safe, and close to Mikey and that was all that Pete cared about. Everything about this day would be perfect if only Mikey would answer the Kik messages or Skype calls that he'd left over the course of the last two days. Pete wasn't the type of person to disclose how much he spams people with constant messaging, but Pete also had no shame. So it was a lot of messages.

Pete and his family disembarked the plane. He stepped into the dimly lit and outdated airport and took a huge whiff of the air. It smelled like McDonald's breakfast, burnt coffee, and cheap leather. Pete's mega watt smile dimmed. He remembered America differently than this.

The Wentz boy had wondered if anything was different than the last time than he had been here last summer. Mikey had been keeping him updated on the constant ebbing and flowing of American trends, but there was a nagging in the back of his head that told him that Mikey, a kid who was not immersed in the meme lingo and therefore not a cool kid, left a lot out.

But now because his sweet little dude, Mikey, wanted nothing to do with him for an unknown reason, what was really the point of him being in Jersey again? Without Mikey he would be friendless, and once again would become the new kid.

Frank had not been avoiding Dewees. Well, that's what Dewees kept telling himself. Frank totally would not ditch him for a girl, or because he was gay.

He laughed to himself because he could feed himself those lies all day long and it still wouldn't make a difference. Frank Iero was Frank Iero and there was no changing that.

Leaving his and Frank's morning meeting spot in the cafeteria, Dewees began the walk to first period, alone. It wasn't like he minded being alone, it was more like he knew that he shouldn't be alone during these moments and that Frank should be with him, but instead he was probably with–

"Dewees!"

James snapped his head around. It was Gee. Frank never would have shouted his name like that.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Dewees rolled his eyes.

"He's not my–

Gee stopped midsentence realizing for, like, the third time that now Frank was her boyfriend. "...anyway he probably slept late and I thought you looked lonely. I'm walking you to class today."

James suppressed the urge to melt over Gee's selfless actions. His face heated up. "Um, ah, thanks Gee."

"Don't worry about it," she beamed.

"So...when did you guys become official? Was it at the party? Did you guys get laid?" He smoothly hooked his thumbs through his backpack straps.

Gee laughed but her dark rimmed eyes darted around, "Um, no. We didn't sleep together. But yes, it was at the party. You were at the party?"

Dewees stopped walking when he reached his class. "Everyone was at the party."

Gee swallowed the lump in her throat, she didn't like the ominous tone of that sentence. And Dewees was right, there were a lot of people at the party. She wasn't sure what that meant or how it could come back to bite her, but she knew it wouldn't turn out well.

Mikey's phone went off like a machine gun in class. He hadn't turned the ringer off and dozens of notifications were coming through. Mikey didn't have to look at the screen to know that it was Pete texting him.