Mikey's 3rd Boss [1/2]
Mikey's 3rd Boss [1/2]
Author: tonimay
Pairing: Frank/Gerard + Mikey/Alicia
Rating: PG
Summary: The sequel to 'Mikey's 13th Cup' because I started it ages ago and recently found it and finished it because my internet was in a coma.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Authors Note: If you haven't read 'Mikey's 13th Cup', It's probably a good idea to do so. Also, sorry this took so long, but I haven't been writing for ages
Mikey bounced into Gerard’s room as he was deciding which black t-shirt to wear. Gerard looked up as Mikey began to chant. “Guess what, guess what, guess what.”
Gerard sighed. “How many coffees have you had today?”
Mikey shrugged, “two here and then I went to Alicia’s and she gave me a few more.”
“How many is a few?”
Mikey coughed. “Only three, plus two, plus four, plus one, plus three.”
Gerard glared at Mikey, quickly doing the maths. “Thirteen Mikey! Mikey what’s the caffeine rule?”
“Once I’ve had five, I feel alive, after ten I’m never going to get asleep again.” Mikey shrugged, “But… Guess what!!!”
“What? Did you finally ask Alicia out?”
“What? No… How did you…”
Gerard hit his forehead, “Of course, you’re too chicken to do it yourself, she asked you out.”
“Bu- Not exactly… She gave me her number.”
Gerard rolled his eyes. “Brilliant. Now, go, I need to get ready for my date.”
Mikey smiled, stopping by the door. “I need to talk to you later.”
“What about?”
“I have a date to get ready for too. Tomorrow we’ll talk, because we need longer.”
Gerard shrugged.
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Gerard smiled at Frank, after checking out the apartment. “This is brilliant.”
The two of them were curled up on the couch in Frank’s apartment, to get to know each other, and watching the scariest movies either of them could think of.
Frank smiled, “thanks.”
Gerard turned to look behind them and stopped, his eye catching on the corner of something just out of sight. He got up and moved towards it. “Where did you get this?”
He stared at the swirling acrylic paint, red and black dancing together.
Frank came up behind him. “I really liked that when I saw it, loved it. Hell, if I had more money at the time I would have bought more from the guy. Haven’t been able to find anywhere that sells any of his works since Skeleton Crew became big. Modeled my whole apartment around it.”
Gerard started, “Skeleton Crew?”
Frank nodded. “Yeah, Mikey works there.”
Gerard closed his eyes. “I did it again didn’t I?”
“Did what again?”
Gerard opened his eyes, “Frank as in Mikey’s boss Frank?”
Frank nodded again.
Gerard bit his lip. “I have to go.”
“What? Why?”
Gerard looked up at the painting. “Because if I stay any longer I won’t be able to choose.” He grabbed his phone and keys from the table and was out the door before Frank knew what was happening.
Frank sighed and moved closer to the painting, noticing something he’d over looked so many times before. The artist’s signature was just a ‘g’, but he remembered a beautiful name that went with it that just rolled off the tongue, but then at seventeen, pooling all his savings for this piece, he hadn’t been that well versed in art. He couldn’t remember it now.
He took the painting of the wall for the first time since he had moved in and turned it over. His eyes widened and Gerard’s question made sense. ‘Where did you get this?’
Gerard Way.
Mikey Way’s big brother.
He painted the painting Frank had modeled his entire apartment around.
And he had just walked out the door.
Frank still didn’t have a clue why.
He sighed. What did he do wrong?
His phone beeped.
Text message from Mikey.
“Hey Frank, sorry I forgot, don’t mention ur my boss to G, explain tomoz.”
Frank frowned. Tomorrow, Monday. Work.
What’s wrong with Frank being Mikey’s boss?
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Mikey whistled the next morning as he walked into work.
He plonked his things down on his desk and threw himself down with a content sigh.
Ray smiled up at him from behind his computer. “Good weekend?”
Mikey grinned. “I got a date with Alicia, and Gerard met the perfect guy for him.”
“Then why…”
“Then why is he not returning my calls?”
Mikey and Ray turned quickly. Frank was looking tired.
“Mikey can I have a word?”
Ray watched Mikey go and turned to Bob. “So that’s why Mikey had a mini crisis.”
Bob nodded, watching them go.
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Frank sat down at his desk and swung his shoes onto the table. Mikey paniced slightly. This wasn’t boss-Frank, this was totally weekend-Frank.
“Why do I feel like Gerard is breaking up with me?”
Mikey frowned. “I haven’t seen my brother since yesterday when he was humming and cleaning. Gerard doesn’t clean.”
“And what, cleaning is bad?”
“No, cleaning is a good sign.”
“Then why did he say something about leaving because he wouldn’t be able to choose.”
“You told him. You ignored my text message?”
“I got it after he left.”
Mikey groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.”
“Explain.”
“I need coffee, Ray, Bob and Alicia. We need it. I haven’t had enough to make this easy enough to discuss with you yet.”
Frank sighed. “If you can fix this I’ll pay for all your coffee until Christmas.”
Mikey grinned. “Yeah?”
Frank nodded. “Its not like I’d promote you because I get to fuck your brother.”
Mikey looked at him sharply. “And you wouldn’t fire me if it went bad?”
Frank nodded.
“Can I get that in writing?”
Frank frowned, “what?”