Pete Wentz / Mikey Way
When Gerard moved down to the basement last summer, Mikey learned two things. One, the bedroom was a whole lot cleaner without the clutter that Gerard seemed to attract and two, the air vent directly parallel to the side of his bed ran right down to the basement. Which meant that if Mikey listened hard enough, he could hear everything. At first, it hadn't been a real big deal. Usually all Mikey ever heard was when Gerard turned the TV up too loud in the middle of the night. Occasionally he could even hear Gerard talking on the phone if he laid absolutely still and actually listened for it, which Mikey never did because he really doesn't care.
But one night, while Mikey laid in his bed, trying to fall asleep, that's when he heard it. A moan. No. Not just any moan. Gerard's moan. "Fuck Frank." The moan floated up through the vent and Mikey had felt a shiver of pure disgust run through of him. And he couldn't dig through his closet to