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This is Unfortunately Laughable

It's almost midnight and Gerard can't believe he's watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with Mikey and Pete Wentz. Like, this is a new low.

"And I think Patrick likes the guy named Brendon, but Brendon likes me, but I like Patrick and this boy with a really weird haircut named Ryan Ross or something totally wants to kill me because he likes Brendon..." Pete trails off, looking annoyed. He glares at Mikey, who was texting away at his phone. He was probably bored out of his mind considering the fact Pete hasn't shut up once during the whole show. Gerard would've punched him in the face ten minutes ago but he didn't wanna mess with batshit crazy Pete Wentz. The seventeen-year-old heard he's burned down someone's house before.

"Are you even listening to me?" Pete whines, kicking at the fifteen-year-old. Mikey looks up for a brief second.

"Obviously not, you've been ranting and raving about the same Goddamn thing for an hour." Mikey monotones, and man, Gerard fights every urge he has to laugh. Pete looks angry and opens his mouth up like he's about to yell at the boy but Mikey continues. "Plus, you're a total slut. Why don't you fuck someone random, so Brendon gets the hint you don't want him and he can go off to Ryan, which will break Patrick's heart and you can pick up the pieces?"

Pete stares at him for a second, then contemplates it. "True, that could work. Who would I sleep with though?"

"Can't, I gotta save my delicate flower for Ray." Gerard knows he's joking but grosssssssssss. Pete snorts like he knows it's not true but he turns to Gerard. Gerard gives him the most terrified look ever.

"Gerard...?" Pete bats his eyelashes and smiles.

"Uh, no thanks?" Gerard stammers out, feeling sweat prickle on his neck. No way would he fucking sleep with Pete Wentz. Okay, one, ew STDs. Two, he likes Frank and Frank would probably not like the fact that he was sleeping with this kid. And three, ew. Again.

Pete looks like he's about to beg when someone skips down the stairs into the basement. Everyone gazes over at the other side of the basement- well, not Mikey- as Frank stumbled around. Frank's shirt had a couple of buttons undone and his hair is messed up. He's got a stupidly relaxed smile on his face as he hobbles his way over to Gerard.

"Hey babe," Frank giggles, hiccuping as he leans over the side of the couch and rolls into Gerard's lap. Gerard lets out a struggled exhale as Frank lands on him. Frank hugs him and stinks like alcohol. This is too much for Gerard, this beautiful fucking boy in his lap and all over him. Fucking hell.

"Frank, are you drunk?" Gerard asks, quite shocked. He's never seen Frank drunk, or even drink for that matter. Probably because of the way his Father acts when he drinks. If Gerard thought he was bad while sober, he's the same way while drunk but rougher around the edges and violent.

Frank smirked. "No, you slutbag. I had one drink." The fifteen-year-old holds up one finger to show Gerard. Gerard wrinkles his nose and moves Frank's hand out of his face.

"Maybe one too many." Mikey retorts, most likely not even paying attention to the situation. Pete snorts. And Frank shakes his head violently.

"N-no, I had jus one! My father was being a dickbag and I jus-jus wanted to go home. So I left! My father yelled b-but I got a ride!" Frank has a hard time explaining, his eyes wandering the ceiling, and the room, and then Gerard's face. His stories a roller coaster, but the seventeen-year-old understands. His voice is slurred and fuzzy like he can't collect himself.

"Who did you get a ride from?" Gerard asks. Frank looks at him with an emotion Gerard couldn't recognize. His atmosphere was sad but his face was relaxed, gracious even.

"I called Bob." Frank says quietly.

Gerard's stomach sunk. "Oh," He frowns. "Why didn't you call me?"