"Fuuuuuuck," Frank muttered. Picking up his books, which were now scattered across the floor of the detention hall.

"Watch yourself, Frankie," Brendon Urie smirked. Brendon chuckled at his attempts of flirtation. He noticed Frank make eye contact (which was not Frank's best skill) and took the chance to wink at him.

"Brendon don't, I'm not interested in your weird, milky shit...or you for any matter. Besides I have a boyfriend."

Brendon sighed and watched Frank take a seat next to Gerard. Who was sitting three rows down and one row across.

-

"Iero, you're late." Tutted Mrs. Marie, who just happened to be his math professor. So the phrase was not unfamiliar to Frank.

"So?" Frank asked. It was a legitimate question, it was just detention, they could've easily started without him even showing up at all.

"Well Mr Iero, because we're doing something different in detention today," Mrs Marie's voice was condescending and felt like a slap in the face. "Now everyone please get into a circle." Everyone quickly followed her instructions looking mildly confused. "Okay, so today I've decided that because all of you are in here for very offensive acts, we should do something different--

"Oh, fun," Drawled something in a thick British accent. Frank turned to see someone he didn't think he'd seen at all before, sitting back in his chair with his legs and feet resting on the desk. "Also we should probably hury up with this because I'm playing a gig tonight and I can't be late."

"Just get in the circle, Sykes."

"Please just let me go, I'm supposed to be fighting some guy right now. Not sitting in fucking detention," He whined. Still sitting down with probably no intention of joining the circle.

"Just get in the circle!"

When the British guy who's last name was evidently 'Sykes' finally join the circle Mrs Marie started to explain. "So, we are going to go around the circle, say your name and why you're here...bonding time."

"I'd rather have bondge time, to be honest," Muttered Alex. Causing Brendon to forcefully stifle back his giggles.

"Okay I'll start," Said Mrs Marie. "I'm Mrs Marie and I'm here because of you bratty children. Now, let's work our way clockwise."

"Uhhh, I'm Kellin and I think I'm here because I ditched school to make out with my hot, Mexican gang leader boyfriend."

"I'm Oli Sykes and I'm here for multiple reasons and confused because I got detention and Josh didn't..."

"Why don't you tell us your 'multiple reasons'," Mrs Marie asked sweetly. "Also Mr Franceschi didn't get detention because he's a nice Catholic boy, who happened to be mislead by your satanic ways."

"Oh, believe me Oli, Josh makes a great Catholic school girl," Giggled Brendon.

"How do I get called a whore more than Brendon?" Alex asked "he's like all forehead and whore. He's a whOREHEAD, godfuckingdammit."

"LANGUAGE MR GASKARTH!"

"Brendon, could you not fuck my boyfriend, seriously I will fiGHT YoU! Also I just thought I wouldn't share because the reason I'm here is a long, dirty list and I thought I would spare all of you from the pain of hearing why I was really late for school and one of the reasons I left over lunch and why I didn't go to religious studies but of course if you really want to hear all of that I'd be happy to tell you."

Frank hoped that he really wouldn't have to hear all that, because he certainly did not want to hear about the sex life of some British douche he'd met in detention. The room was unbearably silent, except for Brendon's giggles which never seemed to stop.

"Uhh, Mr Gaskarth you're next," Came Mrs Marie's voice.

"Uhhh, Alex and I don't really know...because I'm gay?"

"Gerard, because I defended Alex."

"Frank and because my boyfriend got called a 'fat fag'." The room became silent again. Frank poked Brendon in his side, "Brendon it's your turn, say something!"

"Oh, ummmmmm, fuck, I don't know."

"I'm going now," Oli announced. He promptly walked out of the detention hall without saying anything else.

-

"Patrick! Goddammit, you spend too much time on that laptop. Please pay attention to me sometimes!" Pete requested, fairly ticked off. Patrick had been ignoring him the whole time they'd been waiting for Frank and Gerard. Mikey looked up from his phone, mildly confused as to why Pete needed Patrick's attention so bad.

Patrick sighed, "what is it, Pete?"

"Well, there's a local band playing at a bar that's not that far from my place and I was thinking we could go together and see if they're any good!"

"Yeah, but Pete we aren't old enough to go to a bar," Patrick sighed in exasperation. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"

"But Patrick, that's where Jack and Alex come in." Jack waved at Pete and Patrick from the bench he was sitting on across the hallway. Mikey assumed he was waiting for Alex. "They know these guys Rian and Zack who are the bomb with fake IDs and all that. And that's what I've been trying to tell you."

"Pete I just don't think we should do this. That's why I've been ignoring you."

"Fine! If you don't wanna go, don't go! I'll find Someone else! You won't be hard to replace!" Pete was pissed. Mikey wouldn't be surprised if steam started rising off of Pete, he hated seeing people like that.

"Well, if that's how you really feel, I'll go..." Patrick closed his laptop, swung his school bag over his shoulders and left.

"FUCK!" Pete shouted. His foot making contact with the white cement wall. "Fuck! Fuuuuuuck, FUCK!" Pete yelled, his foot making contact with the wall, over and over again.

Mikey got up, he placed his hand on Pete's shoulder. "Hey Pete, Calm down...worse things could've happened. If you need someone to go with I can go with you."

Pete smiled. "Thanks man.
You're really such a good friend."

-

Alex slipped Mikey his fake ID right as he walked into the bar. The bar was packed, the music was loud and Alex was looking for Jack without much luck.

Alex eventually found Jack at the table closest to the 'stage' and fairly drunk already. How does he get drunk so fast alex wondered, they'd only been there for half an hour.

"Alex! This band is great!" Jack said, barely audible over the music.

"By that do you mean that you find the vocalist 'hot shit' and you're going to go backstage later and fuck?" Alex asked. Maybe Jack's reasoning would make sense to Alex if he was just as drunk.

"...Alex, he's beautiful."

"And probably straight." Alex didn't actually even have any idea who was straight and who was these days, but he didn't like the idea of Jack getting fucked by anyone but him.

"Nah, I heard he one of the reasons he was in detention was because he missed class to give his boyfriend blowjobs in the bathroom...so no, not straight."

"Jack he has a boyfriend." Alex was getting exasperated.

"But that's the thing, he's dating Josh France-something, I can't pronounce his last name but Josh is fucking Brendon. Brendon keeps hinting to Oli that that's a thing but Oli just thinks that he's joking. Anyways I'm going to make sure Oli finds out what's going on between Brendon and Josh then he'll be really sad about Josh and I'll come to his aid and he'll love me forever!"

"JACK THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA!"

"No, it's perfect..just wait."

-

I'm going to be completely honest and say I have no idea what I just wrote but I laughed a lot while writing it so it's probably not that bad and I actually feel bad for Alex because I really want them to be happy together... (WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING THEN?)

I personally find it funny that his is the longest chapter I've written yet and I did it less time than any other chapter. (I did it in two days)

The reason I took do long to update was because I had a bunch of school work to do and I was in a play so I didn't have time for anything else but now I'm on Summer break and I'm free.

Stay FaBuLOUs