Animals {Frerard}

Seventeen: Meeting a guy called Pete Wentz

Gerard's face crumples but he doesn't argue. Without a word, he turns and starts walking back the way we came. I follow at a distance. He's walking too fast for me to catch up without running. My legs are shorter than his.

Instead of making conversation, I begin to wonder what I'm actually going to say to Mikey. My plan was to get Gerard to come back to the house with me; I didn't think any further than that. To be honest, I didn't think it would work.

I could just lock them in a room together, force them to talk to each other. No, I don't think that will work. If this argument was that easy to resolve, they would have solved it already. No. I need to do something else, something more.

I can't do it. I can't think of a solution. Every time I open my eyes, all I can see is the back of Gerard's head, his messing hair curling in the nape of his neck. And when I close them, Gerard's icy amber irises hover in the centre of my vision. Whilst I enjoy the view, it doesn't help my concentration. Another thing that really isn't helping is the protectiveness that I feel over Gerard. Or maybe jealousy would be a better word. I'm crazy jealous over Mikey's boyfriend, even though he obviously still isn't close to Gerard.

What if.. No, that would never work. I need to think about the facts. I need to organise my thoughts somehow.

Things I know:
Mikey and Gerard hate each other
Gerard stole Mikey's boyfriend
Mikey hates it when Gerard brings boys home
Mikey really doesn't like me

Things I don't know:
How to make Mikey forgive Gerard
When this all happened
Mikey's boyfriend's name

Wait, I can find the answer to at least one of those questions.

"Hey Gerard, what was Mikey's boyfriend called?" I ask him, as patiently as I can. I don't know how this will help, but its a start.

Gerard turns around to face me. "Pete, I think. His surname was weird, began with a W." I don't believe it. I think I actually know the guy.

"Pete Wentz?" I cross my fingers behind my back. He went to my highschool, I think he was in my grade, I even had a couple of classes with him. That guy was a major asshole. As well as him being the most popular guy in our year, he hung out with the jocks and cheerleaders. I didn't know he was gay though, actually I swear he's still going out with the head cheerleader.

Gerard nods. I swear. "Also, when was this?"

Gerard counts the months on his fingers. "Almost two years ago," He works out. "Why does it matter?"

I ignore the question, instead pulling my phone out of my pocket and fireing off a quick text to Ray. He knows pretty much everyone we went to school with, even if he didn't like them. I just hope he's not pissed off about Starbucks. I didn't even do anything, Ray's just a homophobic idiot.

Happen to know where Pete Wentz lives??

"Who are you texting?" Gerard has stopped walking and is peering over my shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of my screen. I press the off button hastily.

"Change of plan. We're not going back to your house." I explain, ambigerously. I don't say wnything else, despite Gerard's intense pestering.

Yeah. Why do u need 2 kno?

I reply as quickly as I can, tilting the screen so that Gerard can't see what I'm typing.

I need 2 talk 2 him. Just tell me. Plz.

The reply comes quicker this time.

15 Sullivan road. It's near Target. Plz don't tell me ur going 2 talk to him.