Gerard was sat on the curb, his eyeliner & mascara staining his cheeks with a mixture of tears & rain. He was huddled near the corner of the club just where the alley starts, his black skinny jean clad legs brought to his chest. He had on a tight, white shirt underneath a hoodie & leather jacket. He had the hood up to try to cover his hair from the rain, but it wasn't doing much. His shoulder length, raven black hair was sticking to his face. He did his best to not cry too loudly, drinking from a bottle of whiskey he had bought. He tried to light a cigarette, failing the first few times, but he eventually got it. He looked over at the entrance when he heard the barely audible club music become louder, thinking that it was his ex, sighing when he saw that it was just a small group of, what looked like, regular club goers. He shook his head at himself before taking another swig from the bottle & another hit from his cigarette. He rested his head against his palm as more tears fell, cursing himself out mentally for having not listened to his friends. He let out a shakey breath, telling himself to get it together, that he could do better, but those were just hallow promises. He knew that as soon as he got home, he would end up calling an old friend to come over for a night of shooting up & meaningless sex. He knew that he was probably overreacting, but that guy had meant so much to him, he had thrown everything away for him just to end up having his heart shattered by catching his boyfriend with another person, a girl for that matter. His boyfriend, Jason, had told Gerard that he didn't like girls, he never had & he never would, but that was proven a lie when he was caught practically dry humping a bar skank. Gerard sighed again & finished the bottle, throwing it at the alley's entrance, causing the glass to shatter. He relaxed slightly when the sound echoed off the alley walls & into his ears. Upon getting up he stumbled slightly, catching himself on the wall. "Shit." he muttered to himself, knowing that he'd have to call a cab. He checked his pockets for his wallet & phone, groaning when he remembered that his phone had died & that he had spent the most of his money on drinks. He sighed & leaned back against the wall, his head up so he could get hit by the rain.
One of the guys from the club looked over his shoulder when he heard the glass shatter, furrowing his brows when he saw a fimiliar face. "Gerard?" the five foot male asked, approaching Gerard, who looked at the shorter male. "F-Frankie?" he asked back. "Oh my god it is you. How have you been?" "Not great... I just got my heart shattered by some lying asshole named Jason." Frank frowned, "You know what, how's about you come back to my place, eh? I know you, even though its been a few years, you haven't seemed to have changed the way you cope with things. C'mon." Frank took Gerard's hand in his & led him to his car, helping the taller male into the backseat. "Change of plans Brendon, we're going to my place." he told his friend as he slid in next to Gerard.

Notes

Hello there. Yes, this is another Frerard fic with a few members from other bands.
Shout out to the first person to get it.
I am not sure how often I will be posting for this chapter, but it may or may not be more often than Two Hookers & an Eight Ball.
Keep it ugly ~xo