You're beautiful to me ||Frerard + Petekey||

Chapter six- There's an army of them

"I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS I SWEAR TO GOD-" Was the first thing Michael James Way heard after walking into his house, his eyes instantly landing on some random guy, who was practicing cackling on the couch while Gerard was clearly about to throw a tempter tantrum.

"What happened?" Mikey asked, annoyed, setting down his backpack next to the doorway.

"Rainbow Road." They said in unison, only one voice was still hysterically laughing while the other sounded murderous.

"Oh. That would explain it. That's the one course Gerard can't even finish."

"Oh yeah, I figured that out. He's gotten second in every race besides this one. He got twelfth!" Frank burst into another fit of laughter, Gerard rolling his eyes and glaring at the TV. Just to rub it in Gerard's face, the game started playing footage of Frank's victory lap, while Gerard's bike was still shorting out before the finish line.

"Who got first?"

"Me. Duh." Frank replied, setting down the controller and taking a good look at the kid who'd entered. He clearly was Gerard's brother, Mikey. Frank would recognize the I-prefer-2008-over-the-present attitude anywhere, specifically from the Green Day hoodie that clearly wasn't his. It was way too big on him, not that oversized clothes are a problem, but, based on the fact that his skinny jeans were probably around 3 sizes too small, Frank assumed it was Mikey's partner's or something of the sort. "Hey. You're the giraffe kid from the pictures!"

Mikey rolled his eyes from behind the glasses perched on his nose. Lots of eye rolling was a Way thing. And a Frank thing, for some reason. Maybe it was just the punk rock that lived deep inside their souls....

"Yup. That's me. 'You gonna introduce me to your boyfriend, Gee?"

"H-He's not my boyfriend." Gerard turned redder than his hair and Frank snickered, turning back to face the other purely to enjoy this moment, not because he needed to make eye contact for his next comment.

"I didn't peg you as the gay type, Gerard." Frank commented sarcastically because come ON, who couldn't tell this guy wasn't straight.

"I'm bisexual, for Christ's sake. And he's not my boyfriend, Mikey, so calm the fuck down."

"Whatever you say, Gee."

"Frank, this is Mikey, my giraffe of a brother. Mikey, this is Frank, my FRIEND."

"Nice to meet you." Mikey grumbled, wandering into the jointed kitchen, never distancing his gaze too far off Frank and his brother.

"Right back at you." Frank replied, looking around the room once again and sighing softly. As much as Gerard didn't seem to like it, this place felt like an actual home, not like Frank's at all. That was a house but this, this was a home. Frank had to admit, he was a little bit jealous.

"Hey... That's Pete's sweatshirt, isn't it?" Gerard commented, the younger Way's cheeks tinting themselves a soft rose.

"M-Maybe."

"Dude, I swear to got, if I ever see any white stains on that fucking sweatshirt-"

"Ew. Gee, shut it. We're just friends, okay?"

"Not okay. You're dating. I know it."

"N-No, we're not."

"You should be." Frank commented, turning to face Mikey and resting his hand on his knuckles. "I say go for it. What's the worst that could happen?"

"He's straight." Was all Mikey said before stuffing a slice of garlic bread in his mouth, chewing for a bit before entering the living room again.

"Oh jeez. That sucks. I'm sorry, Mikes."

"Eh. There's no use crying over straight guys. They're the worst anyway."

"Agreed." Gerard sighed softly, looking off into nowhere for a moment before his normal, almost half-smile returned. "You guys wanna play another round?"

"Sure! I just gotta talk to Frank about something quick, if you don't mind." Mikey replies, standing up and brushing himself off. Gerard glared at his younger brother, and there was a few moments of reciprocated glaring before Gerard just broke it with an eye roll and stayed silent. Mikey motioned for Frank to follow him upstairs, and he followed, trying his best not to trip over the oddly slippery, wooden stairs.

"Sorry the stairs are so slippery. Gerard tried to wash them the other day and he used dish soap mixed with furniture polish, for reasons beyond my comprehension."

"It's fine. So...what did you want to talk about?" Mikey looked up and down the hall quickly before ducking into a room which was presumably a guest room, dragging Frank behind him and closing the door behind them.

"Alright. Now, how much do you know about Gerard's mental health. I can tell he tolerates you, so I'm guessing you 'ought to know before you invest a lot of time in him. And he's definitely going to be too stubborn to say anything about it."

"He mentioned something about depression, but that's it. I've noticed he bites his lips a lot and, like, rips off bits of his skin I think? I would imagine that hurts, but I guess it doesn't hurt him."

"Okay. That's a good place to start." Mikey sat down on the edge of the bed and Frank followed, sitting across from the other who towered over him. "Gerard was diagnosed with depression when he was in seventh grade. Nothing too bad happened, because we caught it in time, and he's been getting better. Therapy and stuff like that, you know? It works wonders. Anyway, he also has Dermatolomania, which is is commonly associated with OCD, which he happens to have as well. It's where you, and I don't claim to understand it, obsessively enjoy picking off your own skin. Or maybe not enjoy, but you can't stop. It's like an addiction, but not exactly. I don't really get it, but Mom and Dad certainly aren't going to be there for him on this, so I need to be." He paused a moment before he continued, not even giving Frank time to react before moving on in his rant. "Now, I need to know if you're gonna be there. If you're gonna stick around and sing him pretty sounds or some shit. He really needs someone like you, Frank. From what I've heard, you'll be great for him." Mikey have Frank a weary smile, and Frank could really see just how much his brother's mental health meant to him. And how much his brother meant to him in general. Mikey really cared, and from what Frank had seen, not many others did. He really deserved someone like that, and maybe, just maybe, he could be like that for Gerard too.

"It's okay. I mean, it doesn't bother me or anything. We're all messed up, in one way or another. I don't mind. He's pretty rad, and hella cute, so-"

"Please do not crush on my brother in front of me. It's nasty. But I appreciate your caring."

"Don't worry about it. And I am not  crushing on him."

"Yeah, and I don't have a crush on Pete."

"HahA! I KNEW IT! MIKEY HAS A CRUSH ON PETE!"

"KNEW IT!" Gerard called from downstairs and Frank giggled, Mikey just rolling his eyes and slightly regretting actually coming home today instead of just sleeping over Pete's.

"Anyway....Thank you, Frank. I really appreciate it."

"Any time, Mikey. Now, am I allowed to go kick your brother's ass in another race or what?"

"By all means, go ahead. He definitely needs someone to show him how it's done."

Mikey shot Frank a playful smile and the other chucked, standing up and carefully walking down the stairs.

"Now, who's ready to get their ass handed to them?"