College Frerard

Mikey’s POV

“Mmmmmmmmmmm coffeeeeeeeeeeee...” I sighed, pouring out a mug and smiling contently. I wrapped my hands around it and sat down at the kitchen table, warming myself up. “Omnomnomnom.” I said to myself, slowly sipping at my cup of caffeine.
“MIKEY! YOUR PHONE’S RINGING!” Yelled my Mother, walking into the kitchen and handing me my vibrating mobile.
“Ta ma!” I grinned, flipping it open and putting it against my ear. “Y’ello?” I asked, facepalming when I realised I didn’t even check the caller ID before I picked it up.
“Mikey?” Frank sobbed on the other end. His voice was so recognisable, even with the sobbing. My eyes widened, happy that he’s called me but freaking out due to his tone of voice.
“Frank? What’s up man?” I asked as my Mum nodded to me and walked out of the room.
“Mikey, I-... I-.” He stuttered. Just the norm for Frankie, really.
“Just take your time, dude.” I comforted him as he continued sobbing. “I guess college isn’t treating you well?” I asked after a while of not speaking. I knew he shouldn’t have gone from the start. He’s so shit at socialising... And he’s shit with education. He should’ve stayed here with me for a year. I’m sure he would’ve preferred that. We hardly saw each other when at school... Seen as though we went to different schools n’all, but we still managed to be best mates just by meeting up at the park and stuff. Yeah. Frank should’ve stayed home and said no to college so we could spend loadsa time together.
“N-no... Not really.” He semi-laughed once his sobbing had calmed down.
“Go on, babes. What did you call me for?”
“There’s this guy...” He started, and I smiled. Trust Frankie to get upset over a guy.
“Of course there is.” I sighed. “And, what? He’s not gay? Homophobe? On drugs?”
“None of the above.” Frank stated, chuckling slightly. I could hear his smile over the phone and was super duper happy that he had quit sobbing. “He’s gay.”
“So... What’s the problem?” I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows as I sipped at my coffee again. This wasn’t like Frank. Getting upset over a guy? Must be some damn special guy, then.
“He... I... I kissed him and I thought he liked me... But now... Now he’s off fucking some other guy and I want him back! I want him here...” Frank whispered, his breath in awkward places and some hiccupping started as he began to sob again.
“Shhhh shhhh, Frankie. I send you virtual hugs.” I smiled, wishing I could be there to hug him to death right now. I hate hearing my best friend cry... Especially over some dickhead guy.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes until Frank’s crying calmed down a little. “So. Tell me about him.” I said, I wanted to know as much as possible about this guy who had upset MY Frank.
“He’s perfect.” Frank started. I found myself smiling at these words... Frank’s never called anyone or anything perfect... ‘Cept for that ice cream we ate a couple of years ago with the sprinkles and chocolate flake and toffee bits and caramel sauce and chocolate-covered cone. Now THAT was fucking perfect. “He really is perfect... And... He’s beautiful. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He gives awesome hugs. He... Mikey, I think I love him. Like, seriously, dude. I think I do.” At this my face dropped.
“Love him? Frankie, that’s a big word, man. Do you really mean that?” I asked, worried that this guy had drawn Frank in.
“Yeah! I do! I really really do! And... I know I’ve only known him a few days and... I know he’s older than me but... I do. I love him. I love Gerard.” He said, more confidently than before. He sounded so sure of himself, so happy that he was saying this. I laughed a little and sipped at my coffee. Sure, I didn’t want Frank to get hurt but... He’s happy loving this guy so, I’m not going to tell him otherwise. But I’ll be here for him if it all comes crashing down.
“N’awh, Frankie! You’re just the cutest!” I giggled as he joined in with me. “So go on, dude. What does he look like? Is he fit?”
“HELL YES!” Frank yelled down the phone.
“WOOAH, GAY BOY! Chill out for a second! I have ear drums, yanno?”
“Yeah but he is! He has black hair... It’s always a mess... But kinda sexy. And a gorgeous smile. Cute nose, plump lips, beautiful eyes.”
“Ha! Kinda sounds like-” Shit. MIKEY! Just forget about him, for God sake! “Never mind!” I laughed, before telling him to carry on. I loved hearing Frank talk about this guy, sounding so God damn happy and content. “You two are totally gonna get married.” I teased, after five minutes of Frank crushing over this guy.
“HA! Don’t be childish!... Although... That would be funny! He’d be Mr. Iero! Or I’d be Mr. Way... But that would be kinda strange because it’d sound like me and you are related!” He laughed as I spat my coffee out over the table with wide eyes.

I was silent for a few moments as I lost my will to speak. Frank had no idea and kept blabbing on about this guy in my ear... This guy... Way. Gerard Way.

“FRANKIE, SHUT UP.” I eventually yelled down the phone. He stopped in mid sentence.
“What?” He asked, his voice shaking... I must’ve scared him with the sudden outburst.
“His name’s Gerard, right?”
“... Yes?” Frank hesitated before answering each of my following questions, all answered with ‘yes’. “Gerard Way?... And he has black hair?... Taller than you?... Older than you?... Gay?... Taken some years out of education?”
... And that’s when I concluded. “Frankie, you’ve got to stay away from him.” I stated, my tone of voice very serious. It obviously came across because Frank’s reply was worried.
“I... What? Mikey, what do you mean?”
“Just stay away from him, okay? Promise me, please. I’m begging you.” I pleaded, my fists clenched on the tabletop.
“Y-Yeah. Umm... Okay? Mikey what’s wrong?”
“I’ve got to go, Frank. I’ll ring you later. Just... Stay away from him.” I finished, and put the phone down, calling my Ma back into the kitchen immediately.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” She asked, standing beside me and stroking my shoulder as my body tensed up.
“Ma it’s Gerard. He’s out.” I stated, my face showing no emotion other than fear as I stared up at my mother, her eyes slowly widening as mine began to drop tears.
“How... How do you know?” She asked, her jaw stiffening. This was so surreal...
“Frank. He’s at college with him, sharing a room.”
“Oh my God! No! He can’t be with him! He... SHIT. How the Hell did he get out without somebody telling us?! It should be another few years, right?” She squealed, her hand tightening on my shoulder.
“Yeah... Yeah I think so.” I said through gritted teeth. “... Ma... What if he hurts him? What if Gerard hurts Frank?”
“I... I don’t know, Mikey... I don’t know...” She whispered as she loosened her grip on me. “S-Surely they wouldn’t have let him out unless he’d gotten better, right? ... I mean... Maybe we should give him another chance, go visit him, check he’s okay?”
“Maybe...” I muttered, gulping down the rest of my coffee before getting up and leaving my Ma as I walked upstairs to my bedroom and lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Gerard Way. My brother. How the fuck did this happen?! I would’ve thought he’d at least called us to let us know he was okay... Or is he okay? Maybe he’s not even okay... Maybe he’s still...
I gulped as I closed my eyes. Three years. Three years away and he’s not even called us. Fucker. I just hope Frank’ll be okay... He doesn’t deserve to be hurt. Physically, or mentally.
I sighed as I drifted off to sleep, running my fingers over the scar on my stomach... The only thing I have that reminds me of him. And fuck, it’s not a nice memory...