FrnkIero Is Typing...

chapter idfk but shit gets real like 28 I think??

Breadboy: where the actual fuck are you Mikey

MikeyWat: oh shit lol sorry I was napping.

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"Listen fuckers, the guest are going to arrive in negative 6 seconds!" Brendon screeched and took a sip of his already half empty beer bottle.

Dallon sighed and patted his drunk boyfriends back. Dallon was obviously going to be the responsible friend and not drink.

Gerard was laid out on the sofa, his head resting on Frank's lap, Pete and Mikey were making out on the love seat.

Ray had shown up although he hadn't even read the message in the group chat, no one questioned it though. Ray was helping Dallon with being what Mikey likes to call "the mom friend,".

Frank giggled at Brendon, "negative 6 minutes isn't a time, Bren,"

The doorbell rang announcing that the first group of people were here. They always came in groups.

Dallon opened the door and Ryan Ross stepped in, smiled at Frank, then turned to Dallon and did the same.

It was the obvious bitch smile, like the one Regina George does, but this wasn't Mean Girls, Gerards favourite movie, this was real shit.

Jon Walker, Brent Wilson and Spencer Smith followed behind Ryan.

Brendon rolled his eyes and played the music, god, why was Ryan so obsessed with him?

After an hour, about fifty people were piled into Brendon's house.

"Have you seen Gerard?" Frank asked one of the only sober people in the house, "he's upstairs," Ray smiled.

Frank pushed past the sweaty, horny teenagers and made his way to the staircase where he almost fell because of a drunk Pete Wentz and Mikey Way.

Frank opened the bed room door on his left, obviously it was the wrong one, this shit always happens in movies.

Frank attempted not to throw up as he watched Lindsey Ballato suck Jimmy Urines dick in horror for a few seconds before slamming the door.

He turned to the door on his right. What Frank saw didn't really surprise him at this point, he was just sad, hurt, disappointed.

Gerard Way was definitely not a good person, he was a liar, a cheater, just a downright bitch.

Frank smiled at Gerard and Ryan, who had realized Frank had walked in on their make out session.

Ryan giggled, Gerard stared at Frank with sad eyes, and that's when Frank knew that Gerard was sober. Fuck, he wouldn't be surprised if the bitch was sober the first time.

"Fuck you Gerard Way, you're nothing but trash to me. Don't talk to me ever again you piece of shit,"

Frank slammed the door on the two and ran down the stairs and out Brendon's door.

The cold air hit Frank's face as the door swung open, it felt as if his tears turned to ice as soon as they left his hazel eyes.

Gerard really loved his eyes. Frank didn't care though, maybe Ryan's eyes are just as great.

Frank walked home, he entered his dark, empty house and sighed. He hated being alone. So did Gerard.

Maybe Ryan does too.