Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 4

Frank woke up, the sun shining in his face and forcing him to open his eyes. For a second he was confused as to why an arm that didn't belong to him was thrown over him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think in his sleepy haze. The image of the young, ghastly girl came to mind and he jolted up quickly, breathing hard. He sighed in relief as he remembered he was at Mikey's. For a split second he had thought somehow the BWC had snuck in the dead girl's poor body into his bed, explaining the random arm; but now he realized it was just Mikey's arm that had been sprawled across his torso.

His mini heart attack diminished as he pushed his hair out of his face and he rubbed his sleepy eyes. Mikey didn't have an alarm clock, so he couldn't check the time and his own phone was dead and without a charger. Mikey was still asleep as well, turning over to face away from Frank since he had sat up and couldn't be Mikey's personal heat source anymore. Frank tried to be quiet as he got out of the bed, but cursed softly when the bed creaked as he moved off of it.

"Hey," He could hear Mikey say behind him groggily. Frank turned his head, biting his lip a little as he looked at Mikey. The younger Way looked oddly adorable with his hair all messy and ruffled up. His eyes were scrunched up a little because of the light form the window hitting them.

"Hey, you look different without your glasses," Frank noted and laughed softly, he could see Mikey rolling his eyes playfully before sitting up himself and grabbing his glasses off the dresser next to him. "I didn't say it was a bad different, you look good either way," he defended and turned away to grab his shoes from the floor on the side of the bed, not noticing how Mikey blushed a little and gazed at Frank.

"Are you leaving?" Mikey asked and Frank nodded.

"Yeah, I've gotta go to work. Do you know what time it is?"

Mikey grabbed his own phone, letting his eyes focus for a second when he tried to looked at the time, "Half past eight," he read off.

"You sounds so official," Frank laughed softly, "you could've said 8:30, but thanks. Work starts at 9,"

"Where do you work?" Mikey asked, getting up and awkwardly just watching Frank put on his shoes.

"Dairy Queen," Frank grumbled, "It's only a weekend thing and sometimes on Friday nights"

"Damn, can I stop by later?" Mikey asked, "Is it the one on Heiden street?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Frank nodded, "and sure, I don't care if you stop by. I can't promise we can talk or anything but I won't mind seeing a familiar face," he smiled at him.

Mikey practically beamed at him, not even aware of how bad he was falling for Frank. For once someone's attention was not focused on his flamboyant older brother, for once someone actually noticed him. After awkwardly saying goodbye to Frank and watching him leave, he went upstairs to Gerard's room to rant about Frank.

Knocking on his bedroom door, he waited for Gerard to answer. When the door did open, Gerard looked at Mikey raising an eyebrow. "What do you want?" He asked.

"H-how do you know if you like someone?" Mikey asked awkwardly, glancing past Gerard into his room and sighing in relief because he did not see Bert.

"Really? You want relationship advice?" Gerard asked, "Whatever, come in,"

Mikey smiled to himself and walked into Gerard's room. He didn't sit on Gerard's bed though, he could hear what him and Bert had been up to the night prior and did not want to be anywhere near the bed. Instead, he sat in the chair behind Gerard's desk. "So, who is it that you like?" Gerard asked, sitting on his own bed.

"Not saying," Mikey said, not wanting Gerard to judge him for who he liked.

"Okay then Mr. Secrets, how do you know you like this person?" He asked