Honey, This Closet Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us

Chapter Two

AN: Here have this picture of Pete Wentz. I got bored so here's another chapter. Enjoy

Frank's POV

My first day at hell- I mean school was a lot better than I expected it to be. I made a few friends. Their names are Mikey, Pete, Patrick, Joe, Andy, and Dan. They said they were gonna they were going to introduce me to the rest of the group when we come back from spring break.

I personally thought it was stupid that I started on the day before spring break started but whatever, I guess. Also, I think Mikey and Pete have a thing going on between them because they were flirting at lunch today.

I wouldn't care, why should I, I mean I'm gay as fuck so who do I have to judge. This school doesn't seem particularly homophobic considering I already saw a gay couple. Their names were Brendon and Ryan I think. My last school wasn't homophobic either and my parents aren't either, which is great.

We just moved here from New York. I didn't really want to but we had to because of my parents jobs. I don't see what it had to do with it because they are gone 90% of the time on business trips. As matter of fact, they left this morning for 3 weeks. But that's life I guess. Le sigh.

I kind of really like New Jersey so I can't really complain too much. I had a few friends back home but I won't miss them. This whole spring break is probably gonna be filled with hanging out with my new friends and jamming out on my guitar, Pansy. She's beautiful and really badass. I've had her since I was 12. I'm 16 now so I've had a few years of practice.

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After school Mikey and I decided to hang out at my house and watch movies for a while and then I would go to his house and spend then night since he said he would be home by 6.

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We hung out at my house until it started to get dark and Mikey realized what time it was. "Fuck! It's already 7:30! Hurry up and get some clothes and shit for my house! Gee's gonna kill me!"

I had just learned a little while ago that Mikey had a brother that was year ahead of us. Mikey's parents were also gone on business trips a lot, leaving Gerard to take care of him. That's cute.

I ran upstairs and threw some clothes, a toothbrush, and my phone charger into a bag a went back downstairs to leave with Mikey. I had already changed out of my stupid school uniform and into some ripped black skinny jeans, black converse, and a David Bowie shirt. I was a "punkmo" as Dan described me earlier. He said it was an emo and a punk mixed together, I guess.

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Mikey's house wasn't a very far walk from mine, probably like 10 minutes. It took longer though because it started fucking downpouring and shit outta nowhere. We couldn't see a mother fucking thing.

We got to his house at about 8 and we were soaking wet and really hungry. Also, when we got there his brother was freaking out because Mikey hadn't answered his texts or calls. It was the best thing I had seen in a long time. We got out of our wet clothes and ate some pizza that his brother, who's name was Gerard, had ordered earlier.

Gerard was really fucking hot. He had longish black hair that was messy and slightly greasy in all the right ways. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a Misfits shirt. He also had the slightest bit of eyeliner on.

He was just so fucking beautiful that I couldn't function. I'm pretty sure he's straight though. I mean, I have a few suspicions that he might not be, but there is no fucking way that someone that beautiful can be gay, or bi, or even pan. But just maybe...

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The night basically consisted of eating pizza, watching movies, and playing Mario Kart. Even though Mikey's really bad and I'm really good he still insisted we play for what seemed like 8 years, but hey, I still won every game. Every. Single. One.

Mikey can get pretty violent while playing. One game, (after losing about 8) he told me, or more so screamed to the heavens.

"I swear on Gerard's fucking balls if I don't win this game of mother fucking Mario Kart I will cut my arm off and send it to Pete fucking Wentz!"

Like I said, violent.

Gerard then came from his room and into Mikey's (duh) and said "I'm sorry, whut? You swore on my balls and your fucking arm over a game of mother fucking Mario Kart? That's just sad Mikes, just sad." He shook his head while smirking at Mikey and I (correct grammar bitch).

I giggled because this was really funny to me and Gerard was really cute. I blushed and giggled more. Partly because I was embarrassed because I hate it when I giggle and also because Gerard smiled at me and giggled as well, which is the most adorable thing ever.

"Okay first of all, sir, stop flirting with Frank. It hurts my little, black heart because I already fucking ship it."

I never knew Mikey was this fucking sassy in the pretty much one day I've known him. Also, why would he say that Gerard was flirting with me or that he ships us already if Gerard wasn't gay?

"Second of all, yes I fucking swore on your fucking balls and my fucking arm over a mother fucking game of Mario Kart." Mikey then laughed, probably realizing how dramatic he was being.

"Okay, but why would you send your arm to Pete? That's really fuckin weird dude. But, maybe you two are into that kind of messed up stuff like that. There are some really kinky couples out there." Gerard and I smiled at how red Mikey's face got after that.
It was great how he teased Mikey like the typical older brother.

"Shut up Gee! Pete and I aren't even  dating! I'm not gay either!" Mikey's face was bright red. Gerard and I were flopping around like fish out of water on the floor, laughing out asses off.

"Hey!" I dodged a pillow, very much like a ninja I might add, that was thrown at me by Mikey. Gerard was still laughing and didn't it coming so he got hit smack in the face.

When it happened it messed up his hair and he just there for a solid 5 seconds or so before finally going "Ow" with the most monotone voice and blank face ever. We all just burst into laughter until we were wheezing and practically gasping for air.

"Well shit, it's already 2. I'm gonna go back to my room and paint and watch Netflix. Don't stay up too late, children. Goodnight Mike's, goodnight Frank." With that Gerard got up and went to his room.

I wasn't  staring at his ass when he walked out. Not at all. Why would I do that? Okay, I totally fucking did and may I just say DAYYYUUUMMM. Dat ass tho.

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I feel like this one way way better. I have like 5 or 6 chapters already written but I'm working on rewriting them and I'm on chapter 3.
Until then...
-H