Part Four

Gerard sighed, panting hard as he sat down on the floor. Frank just saw him in lingerie. In a skirt. Wearing a fuck ton of makeup. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? Why did he come up in the first place?His thoughts raced a million miles per hour, and Gerard buried his face in his hands.

He stood after a few moments, wanting to cry. He tugged the skirt off, not caring to pick it up off the floor. Gerard made his way to his bed, ripping the clothes off of it, onto the floor.

He laid down, burying his face in the pillow as he let out a whimper. Don't cry, Gerard thought harshly. Don't do it, you fucking crybaby.

As Gerard's thoughts kept racing, he started to cry. His body shook as he did so, trying his best to muffle it into the pillow. He squealed and cried, and he sobbed for as long as he could stand it.

• • •

Frank sat back down in Mikey's room, his eyes wide.

Mikey and Pete both looked at each other. "Did you apologize?" the boy with the black hair asked, flipping his fringe again.

"I heard a scream. I don't think it went too well," Mikey commented.

Frank shrugged, feeling guilty. "I forgot to knock. And." Frank swallowed hard.

Mikeys head fell forward, and he let out a long sigh.

"I thought he'd be asleep! I didn't want to wake him up," Frank excused, knowing that it probably wasn't true. "I would've walked away if I went in and saw him asleep."

Mikey huffed, rubbing at his eyes. "What did you see?"

Frank swallowed again. "He was in his underwear," he began awkwardly. "Not boy underwear. He was wearing panties. And a bra. And fucking stockings," Frank blushed, burying his face in his hands. The sight was actually really pretty. Gerard didn't even notice he was there, and Frank was so shocked. He decided to watch. Gerard didn't notice Frank until he had let his hair down and put on a skirt.

Frank was a bisexual guy, and everyone knew that. Seeing Gerard like that... It was arousing. He had a woman's body. A petite woman, but still. His ass was really round, and his whole body was pale. It was as if he wasn't wearing anything at all, since the white lace blended in with his pale flesh.

Mikey's eyes widened, and he sat up. "You saw Gerard in his girl clothes?" He sounded so sorrowful.

Frank nodded slowly.

"I'm gonna go check on him," Mikey groaned, standing up and bolting out of the room. He had seen Gerard in panties several times. It didn't bother him, since he was one hundred percent confident in his unwavering sexuality.

Mikey Way was a straight man. Pussy only, thanks. Yet he knew Gerard liked to be girly, and Mikey helped him out with it.

Mikey made his way up to his brothers room, knocking gently. "Gee... It's Mikes." He could hear Gerard's cries, making his heart drop to the floor.

A few moments later, Gerard opened the door. His black makeup was smeared down his porcelain face, and he had a big baggy shirt on. Mikey stepped past him, then turned to Gerard. He wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him. "He saw me, Mikey," he mumbled into Mikey's sweater.

Mikey nodded, petting Gerard's hair. "I know," he whispered, looking around the room. Clothes were all over the floor. Girl clothes. Gerard had been dressing up when Frank came in, he gathered. "Hey. Calm down, Gerard. It's okay now. How much did he see?" He stepped back, letting Gerard put himself back together. It was obvious Gerard didn't change his clothes, since Mikey could still see the stockings under the long shirt.

"I-I don't know." Gerard snuffed and wiped at his puffy eyes. He had taken his false eyelashes off after he thought he was done crying earlier. "I-I had... I had put my skirt on, and then I s-saw him in the mirror. And. And. Then--" Gerard wheezed, doubling over and crying again.

Mikey hummed, crossing his arms. "Gerard," he said sternly. "Calm down. It's not a big deal. He said it was an accident."

"He came in quietly! I don't even know how long he was there," Gerard shouted, sitting back down on his bed. "Gee. Calm down," Mikey said softly. "Go take a shower. Relax. Go to sleep. It's fine. You're fine. Everything's fine," he cooed, walking toward the door.

Gerard nodded a little, looking at the floor.

Mikey nodded as well, walking out the the attic and shutting the door behind him as he walked down the steep steps. "Goodnight, Gee," he called up after he had gotten off the last step. Gerard didn't reply. He just stood, took off his clothes, and wrapped his body in a towel before walking to the shower.

• • •

The next morning, Gerard's hair was a mess. He felt tired. He sat up slowly, looking around his room. It was clean. On his vanity, there was a note. Confused, Gerard stood up. He was in just his boxers again. Gerard lifted the note up, his stomach clenching as he started to read the overly messy handwriting.

Gerard.

It's Frank. I'm really sorry for like, intruding like that. I shouldn't have stayed for as long as I did either. I cleaned your room up for you. I hope you don't mind. All of your clothes are really pretty. They're in your dresser. The reason I stayed and watched for so long...... It's because you're really pretty. You look really good like that. I didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed. You look very beautiful like that. xoFrank. P. S.....I like your butt.

Gerard blushed as he read it, folding it in half. Frank was in his room while he was asleep! What the hell! Gerard furrowed his eyebrows, slipping the note behind the mirror. He didn't want to see it again, but he didn't want to throw it away. He looked around his clean room, feeling strange. Frank had taken care of all of his girl clothes. And his panties. What was even more confusing was the fact that Frank thought Gerard was pretty dressed in panties. That made Gerard feel all weird inside. Frank had just broken up with his girlfriend. Was he bisexual? Was he even /gay/ and that's why he broke up with her?

Gerard shook his head. That was none of his business. Pulling on his sweater and some pajama pants to hide his scrawniness, Gerard went downstairs to find Mikey.