On your knees // Bandom

24. 21 Questions

"I can't skip school on the first day." Awsten complains.
"This is exactly when you can skip school. Are you even on the registers yet?"
"Probably not. But, like...Fine. I wouldn't do this for anyone else, though."
"I feel special."
"You should."
"I can't actually believe you exist."
"Of course I do."
"You're called Awsten Knight. That's fake as fuck."
"Says you Mr. Seaman."
"I don't know. Purple hair and gets all my references. Felt like cat-fishing."
"Are you saying I'm your dream guy?"
Ryan smiles. "Obviously."
"On the subject, Does this mean I get to meet Dallon?"
"We broke up last night?"
"What? Dude?"
"I told you what happened with the guy he used to be into."
"You said you still really liked him though."
"I do. But I can't deal with all this shit right now."
"Yeah, ok."

They were at the park now, and sat down onto a cement bench where the smell of smoke hung heavily in the air.
"Why didn't you say you were moving schools?"
"Because I didn't wanna tell you where I lived, so there was no point saying I moved. I would have probs complained to you about it afterwards."
"I just. You're here. In real life. It's unreal."
"You're such a liar, by the way."
"What?"
"You're hot as fuck, and totally said you weren't."
"I'm not?"
"Have you seen yourself?"
"Yeah, and im like- average I guess?"
"You're fucking beautiful."

Awstens phone buzzes before Ryan can reply.
Alex: me n jack are skipping school and thinking of you xox
Me: same dude
Alex: wtf awst its your first day
Me: ya but a cute boy asked me to
Alex: the first day???
Me: im just that amazing
Alex: dude
Me: 0% attendance ftw
Alex: delinquent
Me: fuck off

Ryan sends him a look, almost questioning who had texted him but not sure if they were at that stage yet.
"Alex." Awsten offers. "He's being a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite?"
"He texted me because he was skipping and then told me off for doing the same thing."
"I'm a terrible influence?"
"Obviously."

They keep catching and dropping eye contact, because this feels like a dream or a fantasy, but this was real.

~

Gee and Frank were lying on Franks bed, their feet up against the headboard.
"There's so much drama right now." Frank commented.
"I'm so glad we're good."
"I mean... I should probably tell you that I'm secretly in love with Mikey."
"My brother? Come on, Frankie, I can kinda understand Dallon, he's hot, but Mikey? Why would you downgrade?"
Frank laughed. "Dallon would definitely also be downgrading, though."
"Not as much."
"Y'know, we actually owe all this to Ryan. If he hadn't got lost in a church..."
"You don't think we're soulmates?"
"I absolutely don't believe in soulmates."
"Shame."
"Yeah?"
"I'd hope you were my soulmate."
"Thats cute."
"But I should probably tell you something, too, on a serious note."
"Go on."
"I liked you, and knew you liked me, way before the concert."
"But you didn't do anything?"
"Because I made a bet with Mikey not to kiss you before the smiths concert."
"Wait this was about a goddamn bet?"
"Not exactly..."
"Oh my god."
"He offered me a record and I..."
"Oh my fucking god, Gerard Way-shit. sorry."
"Its ok."
"No I shouldn't have..."
"Babe. I think considering what I just told you you're excused."
"Yeah it just... shouldn't be something you earn."

Gee doesn't know how to react, so they just put their heart into their lips and kiss him, Frank wraps his hand around their neck and pulls them closer, then pushes them away.
"Don't you have lipstick on?"
"Uh huh."
"How much am I wearing?"
Gee kisses him again. "A little more than when you asked that."
"Fucker."
"That is the sweetest way anyone's ever said fucker."
"Yeah, thats me."
"Wait- I wanna draw you."
"What?"
"I wanna draw you in makeup and a dress."
"Right now?"
"Yeah. Hold still."
Gee got up, grabbing art supplies from their bag.
"Do I get a choice in this?"
"Nope. It sucks that I don't have my easel..."
"So should you maybe do this later when you have everything you need?"
"Strike while the inspirations hot!"
"I'm your inspiration and I'm always hot."
"Don't you dare wipe your mouth Frank Iero."
"Mmkay, mmkay," Frank hold his hands up in mock defeat.
"Can't you just stay still?"
"I'm not very good at that. Hey, I have an idea."
"You do?"
"You show me more art you've done of me to keep me occupied."
Gee sighs. "Fine."
"Finally."

Gee reaches into their bag again, and pulls out a sketchpad, flicking through the pages before handing Frank an oil pastel with a sheet of tracing paper over it.
"It has hairspray over it, so It shouldn't smudge, but be careful."

Frank peels back the paper, a likeness of him stares back at him. It takes him a moment to figure out whats wrong.
"I have more tattoos!"
"Yeah, you said you wanted sleeves and shit so I..."
"Holy fuck, Gee, this is amazing."
"Will it keep you still while I sketch you?"
"You can obviously do it from memory."
Gee doesn't reply, already tracing a pencil over paper, their back hunched. Frank continues to stare down at the picture. Trying to guess what they all mean. Gee was all about concepts, and he knew that each one would have a story behind it. A band or a memory or a name. It was beautiful.

"I actually have a question." Franks voice was quieter than normal; like he was expecting a rebuttal.
"Uh huh.." Gee murmured.
"What was your first time?" He blurted out, like it had been going round his head for a while.
Gee paused "Do you want the good version or the bad version."
"Both? Uh, start with the bad and you can end on a high note."
"Okay. But I also get a question."
"Sure."
"So. Bad version. I was, well, younger than I would have liked, but not that young. And I liked a guy, and we were alone, and he kissed me, and I let him. And he wanted me to fuck him, so I let him. I didn't- Whatever. I let him. He didn't ask and I didnt... I didn't complain."
"Shit. Gee."
They shrugged and smiled slightly. "The good part is that I'm an edgy fucker and it was at full moon in summer in a graveyard. With a guy I had a crush on."
Frank nodded, trying to think of a response.
"And I get a question?"
"Yeah, I- yeah."
Gee smiled widely. "Who was your Leonado di Caprio?"
Frank mirrored his expression. "Xander from Buffy."
"Buffy the vampire slayer?"
"That was such a judgy tone of voice."
"I'm kidding, I loved that show."
"It was amazing."
"Xander over Angel, though?"
"Always."
"Bullshit."

~

Mikey was high, Mikey knew he shouldn't have got high, but Brendon had weed and a loneliness that reeled him in, until they were behind the art block, and Brendon was laughing, because he really wasn't that different on drugs, but Mikey wasn't used to it.

Pete found them first.
"Mikey?"
"Yo! Pete!" Brendon held the blunt Disney-villain style and offered it to him.
"What did you give Mikey?"
"I don't know, man. Has he ever even smoked before?"
"Not much."
"Oops?"
Pete rolled his eyes and goes over to his boyfriend.
"Mikes? You ok?"
"Nope."
"Whats wrong?"
Mikey shrugs. "You."
"What did I do?"
Mikey shakes his head "I don't-I don't know."
Pete gestures angrily towards Brendon.
"Its not my fault he can't handle his drugs."
"I'm not blaming you, Bren, I just want your help figuring out why my fucking boyfriend is crying and getting high because of me."
"Okay. Fine. But I don't have a clue. Are you two fighting?"
"Not that I know of."
"You're not his dad. He can do shit without you."
"Thats not the point."
"You know why I asked him to come here? Because I knew you'd refuse, because suddenly his opinion of you means more than our friendship and he doesn't do this sort of thing."
"He's not a child, he's not totally innocent. Maybe I just refuse because this year counts. And if he doesn't do stuff like this. Then what the fuck is he doing now?"
"Crying on you."
"Why are you so pissed at me today?"
"Im not pissed at you. I'm taking it out on you, theres a difference."

Mikey chose this moment to push himself of his boyfriend.
"M'fine Pete."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I just..." he didn't finish his sentence, just stalked off around the building. Pete sat down, cross legged, beside Brendon.
"Is it Ryan?" He asked.
Brendon nodded. "It feels like my fault."
"Its not."
"I screamed at him to leave,"
"You must have had a reason."
"Yeah I just, If it's my fault than its fair I have to deal with the consequences. Or maybe if its my fault I don't deserve him, and then I don't have to deal with them."
"Is he still Ryan?" Pete's genuinely curious. They haven't talked enough for him to be sure.
Brendon smiles. "Yeah, yeah it's definitely Ryan."
"There's that, at least."
"At least."

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