Oh my God.

Did he really just say that?!

I ran to his side of the island and hugged him tightly pulling him up off his chair and swirling him around. He giggled and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I- Frankie- you. Oh my god!” I sputtered.

I was crying. Yeah, I’m a sissy, so?

“Say it again.” I whispered in his ear.

I felt him hug me tighter, “I love you. I love you so so so much.” He whispered.

I held him at arm’s length and looked him over. His beautiful eyes, his perfect lips everything about him was perfect.

“I love you, too, baby.” I said before kissing him furiously.

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

After I kissed the fuck out of Frankie we decided to just lay on the couch in the living room and watch a movie.

Cuddling with Frankie + horror movie= perfect

“Gerard?” Frankie asked a few minutes in to the movie

Him calling me Gerard and not ‘Rard usually means he’s pissed.

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Mikey?”

Where is Mikey? And why the fuck does Frankie care?!

“Uhm, his room?”

“Imma go check on him.” He mutters and gets up.

Leaving me there to watch the movie by myself.

Not fun.

I got up and turned off the T.V. before sulking back in to my room and deciding that it was a little late to be wearing pajamas.

I got dressed in black skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt

“THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT!” I heard Frankie yell from where I assumed was Mikey’s room

“I DIDN’T SAY IT WAS YOUR FAULT!!!” That was Mikey.

I ran up the stairs to the room I thought I had heard the yelling from.

The door was closed but being the super sneaky ninja I am I looked through the key hole.

Mikey was sitting on his bed and Frankie was standing in front of him.

“Mikey, I never wanted you to get hurt! You’re my first –and only- friend! I trust you and I want you to not be pissed at me!” Frankie said to him.

Mikey rubbed his eyes, “I’m not pissed at you! I’m pissed at Gerard!”

“Don’t be pissed at Gerard!”

“Easy for you to say!”

“I bet he’s sorry”

“I’m not.” I said as I entered the room.

Mikey just gave me a (bruised) poker face,

But Frankie?

Frankie glared daggers at me.

“Gerard, could you just cut the crap and stop being mad at Mikey?!” Frankie demanded

Why did he get so worked up about this?!

I walked up to him and took a menacing pose, “No” I growled

Okay, so maybe I was overreacting! But I was fucking pissed!

He just left me there on the couch so he could come and see Mikey?!

Wait.

What if Frankie liked Mikey?!

Mikey had left the room, but I couldn’t care less there were more important issues at hand.

“What the fuck?!” he pushed me away from him, but he didn’t really move me because I’m –obviously- much stronger than him.

“Why do you care so much about Mikey Way?!” he looked at me. The most confused expression on his face.

“What the fuck are you insinuating?!” he growled back.

“Why do you care if he’s happy or not?! Why do you leave me –your motherfucking mate- alone on the couch so you could come and ‘check on Mikey’?!” I snapped at him.

He looked like he was restraining himself to not punch me, “Fuck. You. Very. Much.” He spat before trying to walk past me.

Oh, fuck no!

He’s not walking away from this!

I grabbed his wrists and pulled him back to face me.

“Fucking answer me!” I growled at him.

“Get the fuck off me!” he cried.

But I just held his wrists tighter.

“ANSWER ME FRANK!!!! WHY DO YOU CARE FOR HIM!?!?! I’M YOUR MATE! NOT HIM!” I yelled at him.

He looked shocked at first, then disappointed and finally angry, “DON’T FUCKING YELL AT ME GERARD!!”

“THEN FUCKING ANSWER!!!”

“Y’KNOW WHAT?! FUCKING FUCK YOU!!! I TRIED TO MAKE THIS WORK!! AND IT’S BEEN LESS THAN ONE FUCKING DAY AND YOU ALREADY FIND SOMETHING TO BITCH ABOUT?!?! JUST- FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS!!!” he screamed.

“YOU CAN’T FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME!” I pulled him back towards me when he tried to walk past me, again.

“I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!”

I pushed him by the shoulders so he landed on the bed.

Though he missed and landed on the floor, back against the bed.

“NO YOU MOTHERFUCKING CAN’T!!!! I’M YOUR MATE AND YOU HAVE TO FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!! BE WITH ME, NOT MIKEY WAY!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He looked absolutely petrified.

But I was fucking furious

“Stop it.” He said.

“DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO, FRANK!” I yelled back at him.

I yanked him back up by the wrists

I thought I heard him whimper but it was probably just my imagination.

“Stop.” He mumbled.

I held him at arms length and yelled some more, “WHY CAN’T WE BE A NORMAL FUCKING COUPLE?! HUH?!”

I yelled similar things to him while he tried to twist out of my death grip.

“STOP FUCKING SQUIRMING!!!” I demanded.

He squirmed even more.

Which pissed me off beyond belief.


I growled and then.


Oh, fuck.


I just hit Frankie.

Notes

DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!!!!!

OH MY GOD!!!

DID I JUST DO THAT!?!?!?!?

This was suposed to be a nice fluffy chapter, but...

Well, fuck it, yeah you have permission to hate me!!

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title from Green Days 'Brutal Love'