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"We need to talk."
                          
Mikey looked up from his book. He was half expecting Pete. but instead Frank was standing above him. Frank had a strained look on his face.
                          
Just like that, Mikey understood what Frank wanted. All of the breath left him, and he had to fight to push the lump out of his throat.
                          
"I hate this, Mikey, it isn't fair to you." Frank spoke again. "I hate doing this, but you are going to end up hurting a lot more people than yourself." He stood up straighter, as if he was steeling himself. "Are you dating Pete?"
                          
Mikey let out half of a laugh, trying to cover up the fact that he was going to cry.
                          
"What happened to the Frank that talked about never forcing someone out of the closet?" Mikey asked, trying to keep his eyes focused on the book in front of him, but the words were blurred by his tears. Frank let out a laugh quite like the one that Mikey had made, and he sat down in the chair.
                          
"To be honest, I don't care about your sexuality. I am worried about you and Pete, because that relationship is toxic. What if Gerard found out in some other way? Not only would he be pissed that you were dating Pete, but he would be crushed that you didn't tell him about your first boyfriend." Frank spoke gently, and it was obvious that he was choosing his words carefully.
                          
"I like him a lot, you know? Our relationship is messy, but I genuinely like him. I know he likes me as well-" Frank opened his mouth, but Mikey hurried to finish his sentence. "And its not a trick, it is real. He is real to me, Frank. He has hopes, and dreams, and he-"
                          
"How do you know if you can trust him? I mean, you can hardly hang out with his friends," Frank started.
                          
"But I have, he has internet friends, and we are all friends, and Frank. I'm happy." Mikey finished with a little smile on his face, forgetting for minute what was going on.
                          
"I know that, and that is why I am here. I don't want you to lose this happy." Frank moved his chair towards Mikey while he spoke. On his last word, Mikey burst into tears. Frank was there in an instant, holding his friend closely as Mikey sobbed. "Shh," He whispered. "It will all be okay," Frank tried to keep it together himself, but watching his best friend be in so much pain hurt him. "Keeping these types of secrets for a while hurt a lot, I know. We can figure this out."   

                          
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Question. How do you guys picture me? Like gender, race, age, hair color/style, things like that? I'm really curious, and have been wondering this for a while. 
                          
Tell me!! 
                          


                          
Also, J. Cole's album is so good. It's 1 in the morning and I'm sobbing my heart out.