What happens when the person you love most is also your worst enemy?

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

"Patrick, this is my asshole of a best friend that kind of has a way of words," Peterick AU.

Patrick lives a normal life with a girlfriend and loving parents. Pete is considered "troubled" by his parents and parties constantly. However, both their lives are uprooted when they are drafted into the Vietnam War. When they meet in boot camp, things change for the both of them in different ways they never anticipated.

"Why?!" I scream. "You're back now! How can you throw those seven years away?! Do you even know how much I needed you three years ago?! How much I need you now?!" Patrick turns back to me. "Do you know you made my last two years at school living hell? I still look over my shoulder now waiting to be pushed to the ground and beaten until I'm coughing up blood!" I froze. "Patrick-" "I hat the way you say my name!" He exploded, storming over to me. When he's within a metre of me he reached out and shoves my chest, making me fall back on the couch. "And I want to hate you just half as much as I hate myself!" When Patrick returns to town after four years away, every little piece of life Pete has worked so hard to put back together, is blown apart again. Patrick wasn't there when Pete needed him most, and now that he's back, he's not the same. There's a wall between them that never used to be there, and is preventing their friendship from ever going back to normal. When you're so bad for someone you need so much, whose sanity do you chose? Theirs, or yours?