The Elite Club Of People Who've Seen Gerard Way Naked.

3: Pete Wentz's 'Cool Idols'

"It's not Pete anymore, just P. Wentz." Pete, or 'P. Wentz', not that anyone would ever call him that announced in a somewhat offended response to Frank's incredibly selfish use of his real name and not the stupid fucking nickname he'd given himself.

Seriously, Frank was just surprised, and actually somewhat relieved that Pete hadn't gone full scene kid and gone for something like Pete Princess, or Pete Paranoia, Pete Please Fucking Stop You Piece Of Shit- perhaps not the last the one.

"Why?" Ray dared to ask the guy: Frank had clearly scene why this could be a very bad idea, but Ray clearly needed to step up his game here, as he continued to query the emo mess as the three of them walked to English.

"Because it sounds cooler than Pete, and I'm cool, you know, so I need my name to reflect my true identity, so P. Wentz is cool, also I took inspiration from P. Diddy because he's cool, and you have to have cool idols if you want to get anywhere in life."

And Frank wouldn't be wrong to assume that poor Mikey Way was another one of Pete's 'cool idols'.

Pete's persistence in gaining Mikey's affection hadn't at all faltered, and Frank couldn't help but feel like it had something to do with Mikey's absence of late, and really, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy - he hadn't really made friends, he'd just been admired from afar: he gave the cool and distant impression, but there was something about him that just screamed very fucking alone, but he was none of Frank's business, and if he continued not to show up to class, then Frank's guilt couldn't trick him into doing something about it.

"Also, since you guys are awesome, you're gonna get new names as well- you can't like have F. Iero and R. Toro because that's like copying me, so I'm gonna have to give you cool names that Frank doesn't quite deserve because he doesn't have a MySpace but I'm going to let you off because you were there when Mikey Way asked my name and your job is to remind me on a daily basis that he is in fact real."

"Pete, dude, seriously, if you just stopped obsessing over the guy and treated him like a normal fucking person then maybe he'd actually want to talk to you-" Frank didn't know why he had bothered at all, but he found his efforts severely underappreciated in the fucking shocked glare he received in response.

"It's P. Wentz not fucking Pete have you been listening at all? You know who's called Peter? Fucking Perfect Peter from Horrid Henry and he's about the biggest prick in the whole word! You know who's called P. Wentz? Fucking me!" It seemed as if Pete was more than just a little proud of his new scene kid name, and Frank was beginning to feel kind of bad for taking that away from him.

"Anyway, you two can be Ray Revenge and Frank Frozen-"

"Frank Frozen are you fucking serious?"

Of course Ray found this absolutely nothing more than stupidly hilarious. "Dude, just let it go."

"Yeah, I'll let go of you, off the edge of a fucking cliff? How about that?" Frank was being rather icy about this, but then again, if you were locked up in a castle for years and years you kind of would be, wouldn't you?

"Maybe you should be Frank Frightful instead?" Pete suggested, and smiling for real, unlike Ray who was just smirking his fucking asshole head off.

"How about Frank Go Fuck Yourself?" Frank suggested, before pushing his way into the English classroom, and being eternally thankful of that kid who had moved schools, allowing him to sit through this hell alone.

"That's not alliteration, Frank! This is English, come on, get learning!" And it seemed that Ray was entirely far too eager to keep up with Pete's fucking 'joke', despite Frank's ever-growing disgust.