Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Seventeen

I kinda look like Gerard in I'm Not Okay today ngl

Please see the end for important notes!

TRIGGER WARNING for mention of abortions (if that makes you uncomfortable or upset or anything)

I ended up going home later that afternoon.

Mom was at work, so it was just Mikey and me. I had planned to go upstairs and draw, but he stopped me.

"Gerard?" Mikey approached me nervously. "Can we talk?"

"I don't have anything to say to you." I took off my shoes and locked the door.

"But I do. Please?"

I sighed. "Fine."

We sat on the couch together. Mikey was picking at his nails and staring at the floor.

"What, Mikey?" I threw my arms up. "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"I know I was an asshole." He paused. "I know I am an asshole. I knew what was wrong with those guys when I made friends with them. But I couldn't help it. I just wanted, um, validation, I guess. I closed my eyes to or went along with the homophobia and the racism and sexism-"

"The what-"

"-and I know it's so, so awful. I'm a terrible person. But one good thing did happen. Pete was closeted, and he was struggling with internalized homophobia. I think I helped him out a lot. And I'm not friends with those guys anymore. Okay?"

I nodded slowly. "So...who are you friends with?"

"No one..."

"And you're dating Pete?"

He nodded.

I opened my arms. "Come here."

"You're not gonna strangle me to death or something?"

"No. Promise."

He hugged me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"I'm proud of you," I whispered.

I felt him smiling against my shoulder.

"You know you're gonna have to bring Pete over now, right?" I asked, letting him go.

He groaned. "You guys have already met him."

"Yeah, when he was being a homophobic asshole. Introduce us to your boyfriend."

He shoved my shoulder. "I hate you. "

"I hate you too."

xXx

On Monday at lunch, Bert put his tray down in front of me. "You need to figure out prom."

"What?" I crossed my arms.

"Your boyfriend isn't going to be able to come."

"Can we not talk about this here?" I hissed.

Lindsey came over and placed a tray in front of me. "What are we not talking about here?"

"Gerard's boyfriend," Bert said.

"I'm going to kill you," I said.

"Oh, yeah, when are we going to meet him?" Lindsey asked.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Studying or detention," Bert said. "Katie's bio teacher is commuting a war crime right now. Your boy isn't gonna be able to come to prom."