Gerard's POV

All the sudden my phone rang, and for a second I thought it was Laila, but the name that came up wasn't hers, but someone long forgotten. Not long forgotten exactly, but let's just say there was a reason My Chemical Romance broke up, and this caller was it. It was my long time ex, Frank Iero, and I hadn't spoken to him since we all met as a band and decided to split up. I sighed and answered the phone anyway.

"Hello?"

"Frank? What do you want? I told you after the band split that I didn't want any more to do with you."

"Yeah yeah, I know what you said, but I also know what you meant. You meant that you just needed some time to calm down and get past everything with MCR and then I should get a hold of you and see how you were."

Sigh.

"Frank, that's not what I meant and you know it. Now what do you really want, other than what you can't have?"

"I can't have something from the fabulous Gerard Way? Good luck with that. Come on Gee, you know what I want. It's what I've always wanted."

"I'm straight Frank. There's nothing you have that I could possibly want and there's nothing I can give you."

"Straight? You're what? I don't believe it. Do you have a girlfriend, or are you just saying that to get rid of me?" The truth was I was just trying to get rid of him, but I couldn't let him know that.

"Of course I have a girlfriend."

"What's the lucky girl's name? Where's she live? Anywhere close to you?"

"She's in an art class I teach."

"Ooooh, so you're a cradle robber."

"I would never- How would- Don't even start this shit Frank. I'm not in the mood."

"So I'm right. How nice. Middle school or high school? Actually, better question-freshman or eighth grader?"

"She's a senior. Now I'd really appreciate it if you'd quit calling me. Goodnight." I hung up with him before he could get in another word. I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, hoping I wouldn't hear any more from Frank. When I was about halfway off the couch I made a quick decision and headed outside to my car after telling Mikey I likely would be home late tonight if at all. He was grown. He could take care of himself, so I didn't think I had too much to worry about.

I got to the bar somewhere around seven, which is rather early, but there were cars in the parking lot so I went inside and ordered some vodka. As I finished my third shot I felt a hand on my arm and looked up to find none other than Frank standing next to me with that sweet innocent-looking smile on his face. I inwardly groaned, but motioned for him to sit down.

"I thought I might find you here." Those seven words sent a chill up my spine and gave me a bad feeling in my gut, so thankfully they were the last words I remember hearing from Frank that night.

Notes

I've never seen a fic where Frank is the bad guy and the ex that Gerard dreads seeing again, so I figured it was worth a shot. He's usually so sweet and innocent haha don't hate me for this XO