✓ ❘ 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ─ 𝐌𝐂𝐑. 𝐏!𝐀𝐓𝐃. 𝐅𝐎𝐁. 𝐓Ø𝐏.

He Doesn't Really Do Feelings. (Mikey Way x Reader)

Shrugging on your jacket, you grabbed your Algebra book and closed your locker door. Looking up to your right, you were met by the smiling face of Frank Iero. Frank was in your Spanish class, so the two of you weren't strangers, but you weren't exactly friends either, so him waiting for you at your locker was a little bit strange.

"So you're into the little Way, hm?" he giggled, wiggling his eyebrows.

You must've looked completely horrified because Frank burst out laughing. His laughing stopped immediately when you grabbed him by his leather jacket and dragged him into the nearest classroom, though.

"You're really strong for a tiny person, you know that?" Frank pouted.

"How did you know that?!"

"Look- between me and you - just because it looks like I'm sleeping in class, doesn't mean I am."

"But- you... you... what?"

"No offense," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "but that Chelsey friend of yours really does not know how to use her inside voice," he said sheepishly.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," you mumbled, starting to pace up and down the empty classroom before stopping in front of Frank, an anxious expression on your face. "You didn't tell him, did you?" you questioned while toying nervously with the hem of your t-shirt.

"Relax, Mikey is as oblivious as ever." 

"And you're not planning on telling him either, right?"

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," Frank reassured.

"Thank you, Frank," you sighed in relief.

Frank leaned back against one of the wooden desks, eyes following your pacing frame as he studied your still-anxious body language and concerned facial expression.

"You really like him, don't you?"

You stopped pacing and glanced at Frank, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Chelsey was the only person who had known about your feelings for Mikey for the past couple of years and now suddenly that wasn't the case anymore. Even though Frank assured you that he wouldn't say anything about it to Mikey, having someone who you weren't extremely close with know what was probably your biggest secret was exponentially frightening. Especially when that someone happened to be one of Mikey's best friends.

Managing to choke out a 'yeah', you finally willed yourself to meet Frank's eyes.

"I can help you, you know. I won't tell Mikey, cause I know that's the last thing you want, but there's other things I can do."

"Like?"

"Well, it'd really help if we became actual friends first," he grinned.

"Okay. We're friends now, then."

"Great! So, I'll meet you by our table at lunch!"

"Wait, our table? Wha-"

"BYE, BEST FRIEND!" Frank yelled to you over his shoulder as he swiftly slipped out of the classroom.

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Cautiously walking into the cafeteria, your eyes scanned the room in search of a leather jacket. You couldn't see Frank anywhere, but you did find 'our table'. Tucked away in the far left corner was a table occupied by three guys wearing all black and chatting quietly to each other. One of them, of course, was Mikey. Lounging casually in a way that made the cafeteria seats come across as comfortable, he looked as gorgeous as ever. Of course, he didn't find himself attractive at all and neither did most of the girls in your year, but that didn't matter because you'd kill to be able to plant kisses along that jawline.