The Chasing of Moons

Mikey and Pete Sitting in a Tree

Frank is barely given time to look into the building before Brendon shoves him through the door, and from there, it takes Frank all of about five seconds to spot Pete.

"Oh I fucking knew it," Frank groans, trying to turn around and get out as quickly as he possibly can. Brendon puts his arm out in front of Frank to stop him, and since Frank is very small, he just ducks underneath until Ray stops him. Basically, they just really don't want Frank going anywhere. Frank isn't even positive that Gerard's here, he just knows that Pete is, and if Pete's here, logically so is Mikey, and if Mikey is here, logically so is Gerard. Frank is going to kill so many people tonight.

"You've got to face him sometime, grow up," Brendon tells Frank.

"Why? Can't I just pretend I never knew him?"

"Well, you're going to have to talk about it with Mikey if that's what you want, but Mikey is very scary. Very very terrifying, I wouldn't mess with him if I were you."

"I've known him for a lot longer than either of you," Ray says, "if you think he's scary now, you really haven't seen much of anything yet."

"He's just one guy," Frank says trying to get past Brendon again, who manages to grab the back of his shirt and nearly choke him on it.

"Rude," Frank says, stopping and rubbing at his neck.

"Just go," Brendon says. Frank groans, and turns around, but he's met with Mikey. Frank has no idea how he was that quick but all of a sudden, Mikey is grabbing his elbow and dragging him out of the ice cream store, and Frank doesn't want to be alone with Mikey with no witnesses.

"Oh fuck, well if you're going to kill me in an alleyway, can you at least send an email to my mother telling her not to look at my search history?" Frank asks.

"I'm not going to kill you. Maim you maybe," Mikey says and Frank groans. "Oh relax."

"So you're going to tell me that I'm stupid I presume?" Frank asks.

"Well you are stupid. No number of times anyone says that to you will ever get it through your thick skull to enunciate just how unbelievably stupid you fucking are."

"Thank you?" Frank asks.

"Oh my god I want to beat you senseless with a stick, but I won't do that, alright? You're getting off lucky."

"Yeah, instead of being murdered with a stick you're just going to bore me to death by talking?" Frank asks, and Mikey flicks him in the temple. "I deserved that."

"You really did."

"Okay, well enough of the foreplay, get to what you have to say or I'm going to run away from you."

"Ew, don't say foreplay to me, I'm the wrong Way," Mikey tells him.

"Enough of the whatever then, get to your point," Frank says.

"Well, basically, you're an idiot."

"You said that already I believe."

"The point is that both you and Gerard are complete imbeciles, and I have half a mind to just let you be assholes to each other until you work things out yourself, but Gerard keeps acting like Eeyore so I have to do something so that I don't have to hear another Adele song through my wall again."

"He went for Adele? See I went with angry music because it drowns out the fact that I feel like someone shot me in the heart."

"Why do you... you're both idiots."

"I really need to start keeping a tally of how many times you call me an idiot, because you're going to owe me like six hundred bucks in dimes one day," Frank says.