"Uh, Mikey?" Frank says timidly. Mikey looks up from his sidekick, cocking an eyebrow up. Frank licks his lips and looks over at Gerard, who was fiddling with a pen, and looks back at Mikey. "Can I, erm, speak to you? Alone?"

Mikey looks curious. "Gerard, leave."

Gerard looks up and sputters. "What? Why do I need to leave?" He looks over at his boyfriend. "Frankieeee?"

"Please Gerard? This is kinda private..." Frank sighs.

"What? That's bullshit. I'm your boyfriend and he's my brother! I find out basically everything in the end." Gerard argues, looking like a lost puppy dog. Frank felt bad asking the eighteen year old to leave but he honestly couldn't deal with Gerard's reaction right now in the middle of the public library.

"Gee, if you let me talk to Mikey alone, after school we can pick up those chocolate cupcakes you like." Frank bribes, knowing Gerard wouldn't be able to resist.

His boyfriend's eyes light up. "The one with the red sprinkles?" Frank nods. Gerard plasters a huge grin on his face as he grabs all his stuff and dashes to the next table with a "Gerard's out."

Mikey just shakes his head at his brother's stupidity and gazes over at Frank, eyebrows furrowed. He puts his phone away. "What's so big that you can't tell Gerard?"

Frank fidgets with his hands in his lap. "Well, you're my best friend and I don't know how Gerard will take it so I thought it would be easiest to tell you first. You can help me tell him too."

Mikey nods. "Okay." He beckons for Frank to continue. The sixteen year old sighs.

"Well, almost a month ago, on Gerard's birthday...He and I... Had sex and-"

"Whoa, whoa. What the fuck?" Mikey interrupts looking horrified. "You guys are fucking? Wow, I know he is your boyfriend and everything but- Gerard's got some balls. I have to call Pete; Bob owes him fifty bucks-"

"It was one time!" Frank exclaims. He wasn't exactly surprised that people were making bets on what he and Gerard did in the bedroom but fifty bucks? That was a lot for Bob Bryar. "So anyways, do you wanna know what I need to tell you?"

Mikey snickers into his hand. "What? Is it that Gerard is shitty in bed because I can't fix that for you-?"

"I might be pregnant."

The other sixteen year old suddenly stopped laughing. His face looked shocked and his lip twitched a bit. He opens his mouth, but it takes a few seconds to get the words out. "Wow, um, well. That was unexpected."

Frank groans. "I know. And I'm not even fucking sure. I've been puking in the morning and been extremely tired and fucking hungry. And don't even get me started on having to take a piss every five minutes."

Mikey shakes his head. "I don't understand why he didn't use protection."

Frank shrugs. "I should have told him I was able to have kids."

"You think?" Mikey deadpans, looking at him with pity.

Frank shakes his head. "Stop pitying me."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

Mikey scoffs. "Well, maybe you two shouldn't have been so fucking stupid."

The sixteen year old frowns and runs his hands through his hair, scratching the scalp with a wince. "I know! Can we just- on the way home, can we go get a test?"

Mikey looks guilty for calling them stupid and nods. "No, yeah. Of course."

*

"Gee."

Gerard hums, driving out of the school parking lot. Frank glances at the seat behind his passenger one, looking for the approving nod Mikey gives him. He opens his mouth nervously, but the words don't find a way out.

Gerard glances over at Frank with an eyebrow up. "What's wrong?"

Frank feels sick to his stomach. He places both his hand over his flat stomach. He rubs, trying to calm his nerves. His mouth is still open and there is still silence as the sixteen year old inspects his tummy.

Mikey clears his throat, speaking up. "Nothing, nothing. Just Frank and I need to go to the closest seven-eleven. Right now."

"Why?" Gerard makes a turn and his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Um, because..." Mikey trails off, looking for something to cover up with. Frank shakes his head Mikey's way though, thinking it would be best just to be straight up.

"Because I think I'm pregnant."

The car makes a sharp swerve over the white line as Gerard looks at Frank with a horrified expression.

"The road, Gerard! The road!" Mikey screeches, covering his eyes with his long fingers.

"Shit!" Gerard all but screams, driving them back into the right lane. His hands grip the wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn as he pulls into the seven-eleven which was closest. We park and Mikey gets out of the car. Frank goes to follow but Gerard grabs his wrist.

The sixteen year old is scared to look up at the nineteen year old's face. When he does, it's totally what he expected. A cluster fuck of confused with a hint of hurt and fear.

"Are we not going to talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about?" Frank mumbles. "I told you. I think I'm pregnant."

"Are you fucking joking?" Gerard huffed, looking over at Frank with a pissed off face. "Because Frank, it's funny if you're joking. Ha-ha, yeah. So drop it."

The younger of the two lets his eyes widen in hurt as he rips his wrist away from Gerard's grip. "I'm not fucking joking, you asshole. Why the fuck would I joke about this?"

Gerard's face softens but he still looks mildly bothered. "Because boys can't have kids!"

"Well I can have kids. I think it's cool." Frank pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks forward in his seat and acts stubborn.

"Fuck Frank, I mean, that would be kinda cool in a freaky way, but... You can't prove it." Gerard sighs, letting out all his frustration into his words.

Frank just looks over with a quirked eyebrow.