Pretty. (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden, Peterick)

6: Ray Toro's MS Paint Massacre

"Where the actual fuck have you been?" Jamia simply let her jaw drop as she watched Frank turn the corner of the art block, joining her in silence and pulling out his packet of smokes.

"I went to get my blazer back." Frank answered quickly, lighting his cigarette and turning back to Jamia, only to have his eyes widen as he noticed an awfully smug looking Pete Wentz stood beside her. "What the fuck are you doing talking to him?" Frank couldn't help but be just a little jealous, and seriously, Pete Wentz, of all fucking people?

"From his house." Jamia finished, letting out a sigh and raising her eyebrows - she really wasn't in the mood to put up a fucking lovesick puppy in the place of Frank Iero. "Mikey covered for you, surprisingly, so I assume he wants some sort of favour in return." Frank let out a sigh at this, because although he had avoided further punishment, this really could not be good - with Mikey Way it never was.

"So you skipped school to get laid, Iero." Pete stepped forward to face the blushing smoker, a smirk set proudly across his lips. And Frank couldn't help but admit that this was pretty much what it looked like, and perhaps that would have even happened if Gee hadn't been so fucking high, which of course, was his fault, but it wasn't something Frank could ever really blame him for - love does stupid things to stupid people.

"No, we didn't, we didn't fuck, we-" Frank stuttered out, his cheeks caught in the impassable snare of a blush.

"You read classic literature, of course!" Jamia finished with a smirk, rolling her eyes and utterly giving up hope in Frank - he was far too lovesick for his own good. She reckoned she ought to speak to Lindsey and get her t have a word with Gee because this was really driving her crazy.

"We were smoking and talking, and I, I didn't want to leave him because some of what we were discussing was y'know pretty important." Frank let out a sigh, his mind flickering back to Gee, then Mr and Mrs Way and finally resting on Mikey himself and just what he'd do if he ever found out that Frank was in love with his older brother.

"Like what colour scheme you were going to have for your wedding." Pete snorted, shaking his head, finding Frank's situation all too amusing - after all, it did great at distracting himself from his own; his own little situation with the asshole, Mikey Way.

"Fuck off, Pete." Frank snapped all of a sudden, the two of them unknowingly sharing thoughts of the younger Way brother, which really did not bode well for either's temper. It was almost as if Mikey Way was some sort of trigger for a mind hurricane, just in absolutely different ways for the two of them.

Frank could never understand how anyone could ever love Mikey Way and Pete could just never understand how anyone could really hate Mikey Way.

"Pete?" All three of them jumped at the sound of another voice, and thankfully for them it was only the timid voice of a slightly nervous Patrick Stump in search of his best friend.

Patrick wasn't going to tell on their smoking habits, of course, he was just a little startled to see actual people smoking, after all, with being a Catholic school student, it wasn't something he ever expected to see.

He'd expected it more from Jamia, who was well known for being a bit of a badass, and quite honestly Patrick was more than a little scared of her, but Frank, who was best friends with Mikey and Ray? Patrick had really not seen that coming.

"Patrick! I..." Pete began, his face consumed by a horrible blush as he stumbled to reach an explanation that he could just never quite get. He was safe in the knowledge that Patrick wouldn't say anything, because he wasn't the type, but Patrick was certainly going to have opinions on this.

"I was looking for you." Patrick finally let out, glancing across at Jamia and Frank as he spoke. Jamia had dropped her cigarette on sight of the short, ginger guy, but Frank was far too pissed off as it was and continued to smoke, staring right at Patrick, and intimidating him more than he had intended to in the process.