NO SIGNAL // FRERARD

twenty six

 Somewhere on the other side of the city a certain floofhead was pacing around angrily, ignoring his best friend's messages and having a bit of a temper tantrum. He had kicked things and punched things and yelled at cushions in an attempt to calm himself. He was not a happy person at all.

Ray Toro is generally a nice guy. He will be very kind and gentle if he pleases. But right now? No, he was pissed and losing his shit. Not in the good way. (If there ever can be a good way, it would not be now.)

And why? Why was the lovable floof having a little hissy fit?

Because of Pete Wentz.

Ray Toro hated Pete Wentz.

He hated Pete's stupid smile, his stupid smirk, his stupid hair, his stupid muscles, his stupid face his stupid...

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...leg hair and most of all Ray Toro hated Mikey's crush on Pete Wentz.

He despised the jock who practically ran the college.

Pete Wentz was nothing more than a charismatic bully with the unshakeable ability to make anyone and everyone bend to his will and have the world in his hands.

If Pete Wentz didn't like you, he's essentially sentencing you to death by his three little friends usually.

Ray groaned loudly as he glared at his phone that glinted from the other side of the room. It reminded him of Mikey Way, his Mikey Way.

He let a low groan and held his head as he sat on the ground cross legged. He was so infuriated by this but he wasn't mad at Mikey, he was so pissed at Pete Wentz for being better than Mikey in every way shape and form. It fucking sucked.

His head snapped upward when he heard something though, he frowned deeply and span around. He heard it again, a dull thudding knock. Someone must be at the door then.

The floofy haired male slowly stood up and approached the door, looking towards the darkened hallway that lead to the front door to the flat.

He slowly approached the door, tingles going up his spine as he stood before the door, hand resting on the door knob. He took in a slow shaky breath and pulled it down, swinging the door open. His eyes faced downward at the shoes of whoever it was.

His eyes trailed upwards, their hazel colour shimmering softly under the light. As he took in the features of the man before him, he pieced together that it was Mikey.

Mikey had an apologetic look on his face, on that screamed, 'I'm here to say sorry, please don't be angry, I'm not angry, please no'.

Ray however had a mask of anger, it was sour and unhappy. He glared from his hazel eyes. All of a sudden it was just blank, he was blank. All of his anger was gone.

Then it was back, all in one rush, he just wanted to lash out.

That was when Ray Toro slapped Mikey Way full force in the face.

THIS WAS RUSHED BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY UPDATED IT EARLY BEFORE I WAS DONE SORRY <3