Who The Fuck Is Frank Iero And Why Does He Want Me?

6. Two Smashing Pumpkins Tickets Later...

Gerard sat on the sofa with a face like someone had slapped him and spit in his coffee. Or more, he liked to believe that he looked like he had a sour expression on his face, but in all honesty, he kind of just looked like he had trapped wind or he had stubbed his toe. It wasn't a look of a bad mood, it was just a look that made Mikey smirk as he walked past, glancing at Gerard who was holding onto his phone, looking at the locked screen.

"Whats up?" Mikey sighed, wondering whether it was a good idea to ask Gerard if he was okay. Yes, it was obvious that he wasn't, but did Mikey want to get tangled up with what was bothering Gerard? Probably not. But at least if he couldn't deal with it then Mikey could just go and make him a coffee.

Coffee usually perked Gerard up.

Gerard sighed, looking at Mikey as he decided whether or not he wanted to tell Mikey what was bothering him. Frank was bothering him and Gerard knew Mikey's opinion on Frank. Mikey would probably just go I told you this would happen if Gerard actually told his brother what was bothering him.

But Mikey had a look on his face that read hurry up because their mom had asked Mikey to lay the table. Their grandmother was coming over for lunch so Donna was busy in the kitchen, cooking away. Mikey was being helpful and Gerard just didn't care. He cared more about the fact that he thought he had Frank problems. He didn't actually know if he had Frank problems. He might not have done, but Gerard was overthinking this whole situation so of course he thought he had a problem.

"Seriously Gee..." Mikey huffed as he sat himself down on the sofa next to Gerard, looking at the sour look that really looked like gas, but Mikey knew Gerard so when that awkward painful look was plastered on his face, he knew that something was definitely bothering his brother, "You know you can talk to me."

"I know," Gerard nodded, scraping greasy hair behind his ear. Greasy hair that Gerard hadn't washed for four days now because someone liked it. Frank liked it, but that just reminded Gerard of the problem he thought he had, "But if I tell you...you'll probably just go I told you so or some snarky comment. You're good at that stuff."

"I won't." Mikey reassured Gerard, seeing that his mug that was sat on the coffee table was empty and most likely in need of a refill any moment now.

"You will."

"Gerard," Mikey insisted, "I won't laugh. I won't judge. I won't do anything. Just talk to me."

Gerard nodded at that, biting his bottom lip nervously because he knew Mikey too well so he knew exactly what he was going to say as Gerard went to speak, "It's about Frank..."

Mikey tried not to sigh. He tried so hard not to roll his eyes or groan because he should have known what was bothering Gerard. It should have been obvious. He was obsessed with the guy who apparently sleeps around too much, that is what Mikey had heard at least. Maybe he didn't hear it from a reliable source, but shit like this wasn't usually wrong. Mikey knew this as he placed a hand on Gerard's shoulder, trying to look at least a little bit sympathetic towards his brother, "What's he done?"

"Nothing," Gerard mumbled, unlocking his phone to check it again, "I don't think he's done anything. I just...I don't know Mikes."

"Just," Mikey started, pinching the bridge of his nose as a sigh finally escaped him, but it was a small one so Gerard didn't notice it. He was more into scrolling through messages on his phone to notice that Mikey was a little exasperated with the fact that he had told Gerard to keep away, but did he? Of course not, "Tell me what's happened."

"We had lunch at Wendy's five days ago," Gerard started, not including the minor detail of what happened in Frank's car before they went in for food. He smiled at that memory, knowing that first of all, he would never have done anything like that before, ever. It certainly was an experience that Gerard was never going to forget. He was just hoping that Frank hadn't done something similar since then with someone else. That being the reason why he was so bothered right now, "We were hitting it off...but now. I haven't heard from him since then."