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No Chill Zone

"So," Gerard says to his brother, walking into the entrance of the mall. Frank was already on top of Ray's shoulders, using his fro to change the direction he's going. Mikey smirks and looks over at his brother. "Are you fucking Pete Wentz?"

"Ew." Mikey keeps a straight face, curling up his lip a bit.

"No but seriously! You can tell me." Gerard reassures.

Mikey looks him dead on, even stopping in his tracks. "But seriously, no. I don't like Pete, nor would I do him. He's a slut." He shrugs. "I like someone else by the way."

"Who?" Gerard corks an eyebrow. Taking a sip of his thermos. He needed his coffee or he would literally not be able to function. Mikey gets a bit flustered.

"No one, really!" Mikey's hands are picking at each other and he looks anxious. This must be big, considering the fact they tell each other everything. Gerard takes another mouthful of his coffee. "Just... Ray."

Gerard tries to swallow his drink but from the sheer shock of that the statement brought him, he chokes and coughs up the gulp of coffee on to his brother. Mikey recoils.

"GERARD, what the fuck!?" The fifteen-year-old squeals, backing away from Gerard and wipes his shoulder of the brown liquid. Gerard continues to coffee and sputter on coffee until he takes a liquid-free inhale.

People stop in their tracks, looking at the bright-faced boy and his brother who just upchucked his drink. Even Ray and Frank stop messing around, bursting into a fit of giggles so hard that Frank is placed- but honestly, basically thrown- off Ray's back. Ray is curling at the sides and Frank is on the floor, crying from laughter.

Mikey makes a whimpered nose, not appreciating the people staring and grabs Gerard's arm, pulling him into the nearest store. Gerard grabs a sobbing Frank by the wrist and drags him across the tiled floor on his back. Ray follows along in tow.

"That was so embarrassing!" Mikey basically screams once everyone is done laughing and coughing and almost finished crying.

Frank wipes a tear from his eye, face pink from the chuckles. "Meh, I don't know anyone here so whatever." He shrugs.

Gerard stands there, quiet and flabbergasted. "I NEARLY DIED! Don't be bitching to me, I just reverse-swallowed my coffee! Ya asshole." Frank giggles and gives Gerard a side hug, which he leans into. Frank touching him was nice, and he totally wasn't embarrassed about choking up his drink in front of him. Totally not. Kinda.

Mikey tries to brush off the stain on his redshirt. "What- fuck, I needa new shirt AND A NEW BROTHER." Gerard gets a hardcore cut eye, which he probably deserved. "I'm going to go find a new shirt..." And by the way he stomped off, it discouraged anyone to follow. Sigh, except for poor Ray.

"I'll assist you!" He yells and chases after the teen. Probably to get back on his good side for laughing at his misfortune.

Gerard hears Frank laugh a bit, shaking his head. They were alone again, not that was an issue.

"So, I kinda wanna get a smoothie-"

"Mikey likes Ray," Gerard blurts out without even thinking. Frank mouth gaps open, eyes practically bulging from his skull.

"Wait, like like-like?"

Gerard's a little confused because the fifteen-year-old just said like three times in a row, but he thinks he's got the gist of it.

"Like, I-wanna-suck-your-face-and-maybe-somewhere-else like." Gerard sums up, walking towards the food court. Frank looks shocked as they walk.

"Whoa, man." He says quietly to himself and then looks over at Gerard. The seventeen-year-old isn't looking at him though, he only sees him out of the corner of his eye. Frank goes a bit red, playing with his hands. "Do you have someone like that?"