"Stop destroying peoples lives." I muttered and then walked away.

I managed to get to the bathroom without crying but once I was in the stall I broke down in tears.

Why was he so violent? What the hell did 'A holes a goal' mean?!

Is that what he thought of me?!

Fuck.

I heard the bathroom door open and then Mikey's voice;
"Frank?…I know you're in there…Gerard's an idiot."

I kept crying a little while longer and then I came out.

Mikey was still there and he was holding out a tissue.

I muttered a 'Thanks' and then just kind of stood there.

"So… what was that all about?" Mikey asked

"Your brother or me?"

"You.”

"I…just- I dunno. I guess I just didn't need to see that…or hear that."

"What he said about Ryan? Oh. Yeah I- yeah." he stuttered.

"I don't wanna stay here, so."

"We can skip of you wanna?" he offered

I nodded and we walked out of the bathroom and to the parking lot. Usually a teacher would have stopped us but I guess they were all in the cafeteria.

We got in my car and then I asked Mikey where we would go.

"Wanna come to mine?" he answered

No. "Yeah, okay."

He gave me the directions and we arrived at a VERY big house. It looked cool and all, but there was something missing.

Once we got inside I could see that the inside as a lot cooler than the outside, but it was creepy. It felt kinda dead. It felt like a tomb.

Or maybe that was just me.

I'm creepy. I'm dead. I'm like a tomb.

"C'mon, let’s go up to my room." Mikey said and then he led me up stairs to his room.

We entered a room with sofas and a big TV, to the left there was a door that led to what I assumed was the bed space or whatever.

Absolutely everything was a cream color and looked like my grandma's room. You would have never guessed it was a teenagers room.

"What?" I blurted

"I- what? Oh, yeah. Uhm, do you not hate it?" he asked.

"Why is your room…this?" I asked, waving my arms around to emphasize my point.

"What? It's nice!…I like it." he said

"Dude…okay, yeah, whatever. Just my room looks like a weird mix of everything I like and yours is like…my grandma's."

He blushed and chuckled a little, "Your grandma has good taste."

We laughed a little and then he led me to the bed space. It was the same cream color. Everything was that color. The bed, the walls, the curtains, the rug and all the furniture.

The only color was a purple and pink stuffed unicorn sitting in the middle of the bed.

I tried not laugh. I really tried. But I ended up bursting in giggles. Mikey looked at me funny but in the end he started laughing too.

"Whatever. Do you wanna watch something?" he asked.

"Yeah, something scary!"

"A clockwork orange?"

"That's not scary!"

"Of course it's scary!"

We ended up watching that and eating popcorn.

----------Time Lapse---------

It had been quite a few hours since our movie marathon began and we had watched most of Mikeys horror movies by now.

It was about the time school went out so Gerard would probably be home soon.

I heard the front door open and the close.

Fuck.
He's here.

"MIKEY WAY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I DID WRONG THIS TIME!" He!sounded pissed.

"Fuck." Mikey muttered.

He stood up and headed downstairs. "Wait, Mikey! What the fuck do I do?!" I whispered

"…Come down. But don't let him see you." I nodded and started walking behind him.

I stopped at the top of the stairs and peeked out from around the corner to look at Mikey and Gerard stood in the middle of the main room.

"Mikey Way, why the fuck did you leave like that?!"

"Shut up, Gee. What the fuck do you even want?"

"Why the fuck did Frank leave?"

Mikey glanced at me and I shook my head 'no'.
"I don't know." he answered.

"Don't give me that bullshit, motherfucker! Tell me!"

Mikey shrugged and Gerard pushed him to the wall, pinning him to the wall by the shoulders.

I ran down the stairs and pulled Gerard back.

"Frankie! What are you doing here, sugar?"

"Hanging out with my friend" I muttered. Mikey had slipped away while Gerard was distracted.

"Why did you eave like that, baby?" he put a hand on my shoulder and I couldn't bring myself to pull away com his touch.

"BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE! AND I WASN!GOING TO STAY THERE AND WATCH YOU TORTURE TWO INOCCENTE PEOPLE!"

He pulled his hand away and ran it through his hair while the other ooe was placed on his hip.

"THEY WEREN'T INOCCENTE! THEY WERE TALKING SHIT ABOUT YOU!"

"AND WHAT IS THAT TO YOU?!"

"I CARE ABOUT YOU! I WASN'T GONNA SIT BACK AND LET THEM CALL YOU A SLUT!"

"I’M NOT A SLUT!"

"I KNOW! THAT’S WHY I DEFENDED YOU!"

"YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!"

"OF MOTHERFUCKING COURSE I DO!"

We screamed some more. Gerard arguing about how much he cares about me (which made my heart flutter) and me arguing about how he didn't care about me.

We were screaming at the top of our lungs for another 45 minutes.

By now we had two sore throats, a broken vase (I had gotten very frustrated and threw it), a broken table (Gerard had gotten very frustrated) and now we were having a silent moment to let everything sink in.

Gerard got up from his seer on the couch and walked over to me, I was standing in he middle of the main room.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip.

"I really really care for you, Frankie Baby. I would die for you, honey. I love you."

Okay, so now I was starting to believe him. and I wanted to tell him how much I cared too.

" 'Rard, I l-" I was interrupted by a horrible squeaky voice,

"OH, GEE-GEE! IM HERE TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THAT IERO GUY!" There was a female Fertile walking in to the main room. She had curly brown hair and a very fake smile… along with VERY fake boobs.
She was dressed in a leather dominatrix outfit, with a wipe and all.

I turned to look at Gerard who had the most confused look on his face ever, "I can't believe how much of an asshole you are!"

"No! Frankie, I don't know this, bitch!"

"BUT YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!" She squealed.

"Gerard you as a horrible person. I can't believe how much of a liar you are!" I said and then I walked out of the house.

I heard yelling and the girl ran out crying. Then I heard Gerard run towards me.

"Frankie, I swear on my Nonna Elena's grave that I love you and that I don't even know that girl." he had told me about Nonna Elena when we went out.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

No, he doesn't care for me. No one could care for me.
"Why should I believe you?"

I muttered before walking away from him for the third time today.

Notes

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