The phone rang several times that day, but Frank didn't answer. He knew it was Gerard each time, even though Gerard never left a message. Frank seriously considered calling Gerard up and telling him the truth, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see Gerard at all, or else everything would be more confusing. Besides, he would just back down, like always.
At 11:00, he decided to just go to bed. No use staying up if all he could do was worry. But Frank couldn't even close his eyes, let alone sleep, when he heard a loud banging on the window. Frank jumped, startled, reaching quickly for the lights as the banging persisted, but then realized as light filled the room it was just a very drunk Gerard.
Gerard was standing at the edge of the window sill, knocking, hard. He was laughing too, cocking his head to the side, tapping out rhythms, and signaling for Frank to come over. He somehow was able to keep his balance very well, despite his state. Frank shook his head and went back under the covers."Just sleep." He kept thinking to himself. "He'll just get bored and leave." But Frank was already worried about Gerard falling.
Gerard wasn't laughing anymore. He had no idea why Frank wouldn't come to the window- for fucks sake, Frank SAW him standing there, and he was fed up. He banged the window one more time and then suddenly kicked it open, hard, the glass shattering everywhere.
"Fuck!" Frank jumped up quickly. "What the fuck is wrong with you??"Gerard jumped down and climbed inside, laughing again.
"What the fu-?" Frank threw his hands on his head, trying to calm down.
"I like KICK Spider man's ASS!" Gerard declared. Frank pressed his hands against his forehead for a moment and crawled to the other side of the bed. Gerard wobbled over, stumbling onto the bed. He laughed again, completely oblivious to Franks annoyance. Frank moved further back and finally Gerard stopped laughing."
"Okay, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you laugh" Gerard said. Frank shook his head.
"You're drunk, Gerard. Go home. You can't stay here."
Gerard ignored him, locking his arms around Frank’s shoulders and trying to kiss his neck. Frank shoved him off.
"Ow!" Gerard exclaimed. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Gerard, I'm serious! Just go home! Leave me alone!" Frank pressed his knees against his chest, holding onto himself, trying as hard as he could to keep himself as distant as possible.
Gerard dropped his gaze, pressing his head against Frank's shoulder.
"I love you." Gerard mumbled. Frank froze, the awful realization sinking in. This wasn't a game to Gerard anymore. This was how far it had come. This wouldn't just go away. He had to get Gerard to stop soon. "He's drunk." He reasoned to himself. "He's just saying things."
"No, you don't." Frank said quickly. He tried to inch away and Gerard made a soft cry. He reached towards Frank, yanking him closer and threw his arms around Frank tighter.
"But I do. I love you!" Gerard said again. He pressed his head tighter against Frank's knees, like a little kid. Fuck, all he wanted was for Frank to hug him back, and tell him that it was okay. He didn't have to say that he loved him too. All he wanted was for Frank to hold him. That was all he wanted.
Frank could feel Gerard shaking, trembling like a little kid. He could hear fear coming into his voice again, and wanted to hug Gerard back, but didn't. Frank forced himself to kick Gerard back off of him. Gerard stared at Frank, shocked, but Frank looked away.
"I don't believe you." Frank said coldly.
"You don't believe me because you don't want to believe me!" Gerard suddenly yelled. He shoved Frank back, just as hard, and started hitting Frank as hard as he could, as Frank dodged the blows, trying hold his arms up to defend himself.
"Because you don't care! You just wanted to fuck with me, didn’t you?! Huh? You're just like everybody else! You don't care about me at all, do you?! Do you?! Tell me; tell me you don't care about me!"
"Stop it!" Frank yelled. He was dodging blows with his hands, before rolling quickly to the side and grabbing hold of Gerard's wrists, trying to keep Gerard still, but it was useless. Gerard was going insane, shaking and screaming "Say 'I don't care'! Say 'I don't care!'!! I don't care!!"
Frank pushed Gerard off of him and quickly got up, running away from the bed. He froze against the wall, hitting it in frustration. Gerard suddenly started laughing again. "He thinks this is a game. Frank thought. He thinks I’m gonna just laugh and go back over to him Before he could stop himself, Frank spun around.
"I don't care!" Frank shouted "I don't care about you! I don't care about you!"
The room fell silent. Gerard opened his mouth, shocked, but then closed it. His lip quivered, his eyes filled with something scared, terrified. All at once, Frank wanted to take it back, but he couldn't speak. He felt nailed to the floor. Gerard pressed his hands against his face for a moment, and then forced himself up. When he looked back at Frank, his voice was flat.
"I knew it. I knew you didn't fucking care about me." He said
"You're insane, Gerard." Frank managed to say. All he wanted to do was run forward and hug Gerard tightly... The look on Gerard's face... He'd never be able to unsee it, how scared he looked, how upset, and something else. Just a knowing look, like he was expecting it.
"So that's it? I'm just so crazy, huh? I'm just so much CRAZIER than you?" Frank said nothing. Gerard shoved past him.
"Wait, Gerard!" Frank called. He grabbed Gerard's arm and Gerard shook him off.
"Forget it! Fuck you!" He shouted. He ran out of the house.

Notes

Don't worry, more to come! 2 more chapters.