fic: who says
who says
MCR gen
PG-13
~1350 words.
high school au, written for "coming out" for hs_bingo. roughly 90% dialogue, idek.
Mikey is poking suspiciously at his cafeteria lunch and half listening to Ray's story about his music class when Frank drops down into the seat next to him and says, “Hey, have you guys heard?”
Frank then waits, clearly wanting a reply before he carries on. Ray trails off mid-sentence, and Mikey gives his food another couple of pokes before giving up on it and looking at Frank instead. “Heard what?”
“About Gabe Saporta and Travis McCoy,” Frank says. He leans in to peer at Mikey's food, pulls a face, and adds, “What the fuck is this?”
Mikey shrugs. He's really not sure.
“It looks fucking disgusting,” Frank observes.
“It is,” Mikey says.
“What about them?” Ray asks.
“Oh, yeah.” Frank stops scrutinising Mikey's abandoned food and fidgets a little on the bench, like he's so pleased about his gossip he can't keep still until he's told them. “So, you know, it turns out they're both gay.” There's a beat. “For each other,” he clarifies.
“What, seriously?” Ray asks. He sounds surprised, but Mikey just tilts his head, looking at Frank.
“Someone walked in on them at Victoria's party the other night,” Frank says.
“Well, it's Gabe,” Mikey points out with a shrug. “Everyone makes out with Gabe at parties.”
“I've never made out with Gabe at a party,” Frank says immediately. “Toro, have you ever made out with Gabe Saporta at a party?” Ray shakes his head. “No, Mikey, dude, that's just you.”
Mikey shrugs again. “He's pretty good, you know.”
“Whatever, they weren't just making out, anyway,” Frank continues. “Gabe was, like, you know.” He pokes his tongue at the side of his cheek, moving his fist in front of his mouth, grinning.
Ray says, again, “Seriously?” He sounds kind of scandalised and impressed at the same time, like he can't believe they'd do that at someone else's party but is simultaneously impressed with the action Travis is apparently getting.
“Yeah, dude. Can you believe that shit?” Frank asks.
“It's not like it's a big deal,” Mikey says. He didn't know about it, but it's not hugely surprising; he's made out with Gabe before and he knows Gabe is definitely into more than just that with guys, and he's seen the two of them hanging out before, noticed that they're pretty close. He pulls his food a little closer to him as though it might have improved over the past few minutes, but still can't quite bring himself to try it. It even smells, a distinctly gross scent that Mikey keeps catching over the general funk of hundreds of students packed into one place.
“I know it's not like, huge,” Frank says, waving his hand like he's dismissing that idea, “but I just wouldn't've expected it, you know? I thought Travis was still dating Katy. ”
“They haven't been dating in ages,” Ray says, and Mikey tries to hide his smile by aiming it at his disgusting food. He's sure his friends gossip way more than any of the girls he knows.
“She's single?” Frank asks, suddenly sounding much more interested.
“No, she's going out with that guy, you know, with the weird hair--”
Frank snorts. “She's dating you, Toro?”
“That British guy with the weird hair,” Ray finishes, raising his voice a little like he's trying to emphasise how effectively he's ignoring Frank's mocking. “The new guy.”
“Whatever,” Frank says. “I can't believe you guys haven't heard, fucking everyone's talking about it. They all think it's a big deal, anyway.”
“It's not, though,” Mikey says, frowning at the table. He takes a sip of his drink and then shrugs; he figures now is as good a time as any to come out with it. At least it's relevant to the conversation at hand, and he's kind of been meaning to tell them for a while now, just because he figures it's something his closest friends should probably know. “Loads of guys are into dudes, you know. Like, I'm into dudes.”
“I know loads of guys are into dudes,” Frank says, “I'm not saying it's a bad thing or - wait, you're what?”
Mikey shrugs again. He looks up at them. They both look kind of shocked, and he's not sure if it's because of what he's just said or because he just randomly threw it out there in the middle of lunch, in the middle of another boring Thursday. “I'm into dudes,” he repeats. “Like, sometimes.”
“Cool,” Ray says, his voice just a shade higher than usual. He clears his throat. “Seriously, Mikey, I'm glad you're cool with telling us,” he adds earnestly, and Mikey really loves Ray.
“Since when?” Frank demands.
“Uh,” Mikey says. “I don't know. I didn't like, write it in a diary or something. I guess a while.”
“What the fuck, why didn't you tell me before?” Frank asks, and Mikey realises that Frank's kind of pissed, but just because Mikey didn't come to him straight away, the very first time he ever looked at a dude and thought about more than just what band was on the guy's shirt.
Mikey shrugs yet again, wondering idly if he might get shoulder strain or something, just from this conversation. “I dunno. It never really came up.”
“I thought you just made out with Gabe because you were drunk,” Frank says. His eyes widen. “Holy shit, did he go down on you?”
Frank looks such a mixture of curious and impressed that Mikey can't help laughing, even though he's pretty sure they should be acting serious right now, after his big revelation. Mikey still remembers when Gerard came to him and said he was seeing a guy named Bert; Gerard had been acting so nervous and serious about it Mikey had been worried something was genuinely wrong, and then kind of offended afterwards that Gerard had thought there was even a possibility of him not being cool with it.
“No,” Mikey says. “No, we didn't do anything like that, we just made out.”
“Well apparently you missed out,” Ray says with a smile.
“Do you have a secret boyfriend you've been hiding too?” Frank asks.
Mikey pauses for a second. Then he says, mostly just to see Frank's face, “Oh, yeah.”
“Fucking - what? Who?”
It's taking a lot of effort to keep his expression neutral, and Mikey takes another sip of his drink before he answers just to try and keep his lips from twitching up at the corners. “Bob Bryar,” he says, as casually as he can. Bob Bryar is in their Chemistry class and plays drums for about three different local bands; he's kind of Frank's hero, and Mikey has said all of about three words to him in all the time they've been at the same school.
Frank makes a noise that Mikey doesn't even know how to describe. “Bob Bryar,” he repeats, sounding as though he's having real difficulty breathing.
Mikey catches Ray's eyes as Frank twists around, apparently trying to see if Bob is anywhere in the cafeteria right now, and gives him a small smile. Ray grins, obviously catching on.
“Yeah,” Mikey says flatly. “He's a real stud.”
Frank turns back round to face him. “Are you - you're fucking messing with me! Mikey fucking Way, you dick!” He punches Mikey lightly on the arm. “As if you could get Bob Bryar. You don't have a secret boyfriend at all, do you,” he accuses, sounding so deeply wounded that Mikey knows he doesn't care at all.
“Nope,” Mikey says. “Sorry.”
“Well,” Frank says grumpily. “That's the most boring news ever, Mikey. Ray's story about his crush on his music teacher was more interesting, come back when you're fucking the whole soccer team or something.”
Ray turns bright red almost immediately. “I don't have a crush on her,” he says quickly. “I just think she's really talented.”
“Sure,” Frank says, dragging the word out and smirking at Mikey, and Mikey smiles back and joins in with teasing Ray until the bell rings at the end of lunch.
MCR gen
PG-13
~1350 words.
high school au, written for "coming out" for hs_bingo. roughly 90% dialogue, idek.
Mikey is poking suspiciously at his cafeteria lunch and half listening to Ray's story about his music class when Frank drops down into the seat next to him and says, “Hey, have you guys heard?”
Frank then waits, clearly wanting a reply before he carries on. Ray trails off mid-sentence, and Mikey gives his food another couple of pokes before giving up on it and looking at Frank instead. “Heard what?”
“About Gabe Saporta and Travis McCoy,” Frank says. He leans in to peer at Mikey's food, pulls a face, and adds, “What the fuck is this?”
Mikey shrugs. He's really not sure.
“It looks fucking disgusting,” Frank observes.
“It is,” Mikey says.
“What about them?” Ray asks.
“Oh, yeah.” Frank stops scrutinising Mikey's abandoned food and fidgets a little on the bench, like he's so pleased about his gossip he can't keep still until he's told them. “So, you know, it turns out they're both gay.” There's a beat. “For each other,” he clarifies.
“What, seriously?” Ray asks. He sounds surprised, but Mikey just tilts his head, looking at Frank.
“Someone walked in on them at Victoria's party the other night,” Frank says.
“Well, it's Gabe,” Mikey points out with a shrug. “Everyone makes out with Gabe at parties.”
“I've never made out with Gabe at a party,” Frank says immediately. “Toro, have you ever made out with Gabe Saporta at a party?” Ray shakes his head. “No, Mikey, dude, that's just you.”
Mikey shrugs again. “He's pretty good, you know.”
“Whatever, they weren't just making out, anyway,” Frank continues. “Gabe was, like, you know.” He pokes his tongue at the side of his cheek, moving his fist in front of his mouth, grinning.
Ray says, again, “Seriously?” He sounds kind of scandalised and impressed at the same time, like he can't believe they'd do that at someone else's party but is simultaneously impressed with the action Travis is apparently getting.
“Yeah, dude. Can you believe that shit?” Frank asks.
“It's not like it's a big deal,” Mikey says. He didn't know about it, but it's not hugely surprising; he's made out with Gabe before and he knows Gabe is definitely into more than just that with guys, and he's seen the two of them hanging out before, noticed that they're pretty close. He pulls his food a little closer to him as though it might have improved over the past few minutes, but still can't quite bring himself to try it. It even smells, a distinctly gross scent that Mikey keeps catching over the general funk of hundreds of students packed into one place.
“I know it's not like, huge,” Frank says, waving his hand like he's dismissing that idea, “but I just wouldn't've expected it, you know? I thought Travis was still dating Katy. ”
“They haven't been dating in ages,” Ray says, and Mikey tries to hide his smile by aiming it at his disgusting food. He's sure his friends gossip way more than any of the girls he knows.
“She's single?” Frank asks, suddenly sounding much more interested.
“No, she's going out with that guy, you know, with the weird hair--”
Frank snorts. “She's dating you, Toro?”
“That British guy with the weird hair,” Ray finishes, raising his voice a little like he's trying to emphasise how effectively he's ignoring Frank's mocking. “The new guy.”
“Whatever,” Frank says. “I can't believe you guys haven't heard, fucking everyone's talking about it. They all think it's a big deal, anyway.”
“It's not, though,” Mikey says, frowning at the table. He takes a sip of his drink and then shrugs; he figures now is as good a time as any to come out with it. At least it's relevant to the conversation at hand, and he's kind of been meaning to tell them for a while now, just because he figures it's something his closest friends should probably know. “Loads of guys are into dudes, you know. Like, I'm into dudes.”
“I know loads of guys are into dudes,” Frank says, “I'm not saying it's a bad thing or - wait, you're what?”
Mikey shrugs again. He looks up at them. They both look kind of shocked, and he's not sure if it's because of what he's just said or because he just randomly threw it out there in the middle of lunch, in the middle of another boring Thursday. “I'm into dudes,” he repeats. “Like, sometimes.”
“Cool,” Ray says, his voice just a shade higher than usual. He clears his throat. “Seriously, Mikey, I'm glad you're cool with telling us,” he adds earnestly, and Mikey really loves Ray.
“Since when?” Frank demands.
“Uh,” Mikey says. “I don't know. I didn't like, write it in a diary or something. I guess a while.”
“What the fuck, why didn't you tell me before?” Frank asks, and Mikey realises that Frank's kind of pissed, but just because Mikey didn't come to him straight away, the very first time he ever looked at a dude and thought about more than just what band was on the guy's shirt.
Mikey shrugs yet again, wondering idly if he might get shoulder strain or something, just from this conversation. “I dunno. It never really came up.”
“I thought you just made out with Gabe because you were drunk,” Frank says. His eyes widen. “Holy shit, did he go down on you?”
Frank looks such a mixture of curious and impressed that Mikey can't help laughing, even though he's pretty sure they should be acting serious right now, after his big revelation. Mikey still remembers when Gerard came to him and said he was seeing a guy named Bert; Gerard had been acting so nervous and serious about it Mikey had been worried something was genuinely wrong, and then kind of offended afterwards that Gerard had thought there was even a possibility of him not being cool with it.
“No,” Mikey says. “No, we didn't do anything like that, we just made out.”
“Well apparently you missed out,” Ray says with a smile.
“Do you have a secret boyfriend you've been hiding too?” Frank asks.
Mikey pauses for a second. Then he says, mostly just to see Frank's face, “Oh, yeah.”
“Fucking - what? Who?”
It's taking a lot of effort to keep his expression neutral, and Mikey takes another sip of his drink before he answers just to try and keep his lips from twitching up at the corners. “Bob Bryar,” he says, as casually as he can. Bob Bryar is in their Chemistry class and plays drums for about three different local bands; he's kind of Frank's hero, and Mikey has said all of about three words to him in all the time they've been at the same school.
Frank makes a noise that Mikey doesn't even know how to describe. “Bob Bryar,” he repeats, sounding as though he's having real difficulty breathing.
Mikey catches Ray's eyes as Frank twists around, apparently trying to see if Bob is anywhere in the cafeteria right now, and gives him a small smile. Ray grins, obviously catching on.
“Yeah,” Mikey says flatly. “He's a real stud.”
Frank turns back round to face him. “Are you - you're fucking messing with me! Mikey fucking Way, you dick!” He punches Mikey lightly on the arm. “As if you could get Bob Bryar. You don't have a secret boyfriend at all, do you,” he accuses, sounding so deeply wounded that Mikey knows he doesn't care at all.
“Nope,” Mikey says. “Sorry.”
“Well,” Frank says grumpily. “That's the most boring news ever, Mikey. Ray's story about his crush on his music teacher was more interesting, come back when you're fucking the whole soccer team or something.”
Ray turns bright red almost immediately. “I don't have a crush on her,” he says quickly. “I just think she's really talented.”
“Sure,” Frank says, dragging the word out and smirking at Mikey, and Mikey smiles back and joins in with teasing Ray until the bell rings at the end of lunch.