(Gerards POV) I felt terrible. Where had Frank gone? Is he ok? Well of course he's not fucking okay. You just kissed someone in front of your fucking boyfriend. Ass hole. I need to find him. But where would he be? I got out the car. "Where are you going?" Asked pete,still out of breath from the kiss. "Fuck off,dick head" I couldn't be bothered with him. All I wanted was my frankie. My beautiful boyfriend. Who I couldn't find. Shit. I turned the corner onto the road and that's when I saw him. The glint of his lip ring reflecting in the sun. His ghostly pale skin 10 times paler. Eyeliner all down his cheeks. I rushed over to him. But he wasn't moving. He wasn't doing anything. Please don't die frankie,please don't. You can't.

Notes

"I can't stop thinking about your fanfic. I need to know what happens to frank" -faye barham everyone xofrnk