words from a high school au
Cash was watching (spying on, that little voice inside his brain went)Mikey's band practice in the high school auditorium. It wasn't spying, he thought fiercely. He was just taking a shortcut from the band room to the choir room, and he didn't want to interrupt.
He was spying.
He didn't have a crush on Mikey Way, no matter what Alex said. Cash just had great respect for his wicked Bass skills. And his boots. And his amazing collection of music on his iPod. And how he always managed to act so awesome.
So maybe he had a crush.
Cash flopped backwards onto the floor staring at the ceiling, not paying attention, which was why when the hand extended into his vision, he jumped a foot.
"Come on." Mikey said, pulling him up.
"Where are we going." Cash asked, the thought of not going never crossing his mind.
"Just trust me," Mikey smiled.
And he did.
*****
It was a fundamental rule of high school that people in polar opposite cliques did not mingle. The music geeks did not hang out with the shop kids, the stoners with the math nerds and so on and so forth.
Occasionally you would see a lit mag girl holding hands with a newspaper boy, or a band kid and a choir kid going to the movies together. That's how it worked. So when Pete Wentz, forward and star of the soccer team started trailing after Patrick Stump, musical genius extrordinaire, like a puppy, it not only made ripples in the calm, it made huge fucking tsunami waves.
Patrick was talking to (at them really) his friends Cash and Mikey about it one day after school, while Pete was at soccer practice, so he was guaranteed at least a modicum of privacy. "I just don't get it. Why has he picked me to fixate on?"
Neither Cash or Mikey answered, they were too busy listening to Mikey's ipod and tracing designs on each other's palms to answer.
Patrick rolled his eyes at them and started walking toward his car when Pete came up and hugged him from behind. Maybe it wasn't so bad, breaking the unwritten rules.
*****
Patrick woke up to tapping on his window at two in the morning. It was Pete, like it had been the last three weekends. Patrick just stumbled to his window and opened it, stepping back to let Pete inside.
Pete just grabbed Patrick's hand and dragged him outside. They laid out on the roof watching the stars pass by, Pete curled into Patrick's side, murmuring into his neck.
******
"So, you wanna come inside now?" Gerard asked between kisses.
Frank smiled. "Sounds good to me. Should we get our stuff out of the trunk?" He asked, sliding his hand up Gerard's shirt.
He gulped. "No. No, I think we can just leave it here for now."
~~~~~
Gerard and Frank smashed into the kitchen. "Mikey's at school and my parents are at work," he gasped into Frank's neck.
"Awesome," Frank murmured against Gerard's jaw, lifting him up to sit on the kitchen table.
"I don't know how I'm ever going to eat here again."
Frank started giggling. "Maybe then you can show me where your room is?"
******
Cash and Mikey were skipping school and were totally not making out. Really! They were sitting on the couch in the basement watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail when they heard one of the doors slam open and shut again. They broke apart (so maybe they were kissing a little bit) and watched the stairs.
Satisfied that nobody was going to come down and find them, they turned the movie back on. Then they heard noises coming from upstairs. Cash laughed. "Was your brother bringing somebody home with him? 'Cause it sure sounds like he's getting busy."
Mikey flushed. "I think he was bringing his roommate home..." The banging from upstairs grew louder, and Mikey buried his face in his hands. "They weren't supposed to be here for a few hours."
Cash just laughed and turned up the volume.