We Don't Fight Fair

*time lapse a few months*
it had been a few months since Frank had moved here to New Jersey, and he has made a grand total of one new friend besides me. Mikey. Unless you count meaningless hook ups at parties and casual talk with teachers as friendship. I decided to let Frank handle Frank and Gerard handle... Gerard. I was a complete mess still, by the way. I was still suffering from depression and anorexia.
Anyways, we were going to lunch when Mikey joined us. We both smiled at him in acknowledgement. "....Actually, I believe my Squire is 10x as boss as your shit little Les Paul." I heard Mikey announce arrogantly. "Well at least I can PLAY my shit little Les Paseeul better than you could work ANY bass." Frank shot back poking Mikey's ribs. I let them have their little squabble. It gave me an excuse to drool over Frank. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I had developed a huge crush on Frank? Well I did, and I felt a pang of jealousy at the flirtatious nature of their little argument. At first, I decided against telling Frank about my feelings, fearing that it would ruin my first relationship with a friend in 4 years. I tried pushing my feelings aside, but I still cringed every time I saw them giggle to each other.
But soon, Mikey had to return to his classes, as he only walks with us to the cafeteria.I felt a surge of satisfaction, Ins tantly feeling selfish. I remembered when Frank came out to me one weekend in his tree house

*flashback*

"Gerard, I have something important to tell you." Frank said, his voice choked up with emotion. I moved closer to him, concerned. "Frankie, you can tell me anything you want to," I cooed. He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "Ok. Um G-Gerard. I'm... gay." He barely finished his sentence before he burst into tears and pulled up his knees to his face, chest-heaving sobs wracking his body.
"Hey, hey it's ok. You wanna know a secret too? So am I." I whispered. He looked up at me with watery eyes, before throwing his arms around my neck and hugging me. Tears of relief. "B-but you're lying. You aren't really, you just want to comfort m-me." He sniffled, tears soaking the front of my shirt. I lifted his chin up to look him in the eyes. "Believe me. I
i'll prove it." And with that I kissed him softly. He didn't kiss back, though. Instead, after about 5 seconds in, he pulled away, a look of confusion, frustration and... Anger? My face burned and I stumbled away, apologizing profusely. "I- oh my god, I am so s-sorry Frank I-I'm gonna g-go I'm so sorry for everything." I clambered down the tree and ran home, tears syreaking down my face, ignoring Frank's strangled pleas for me to return.
I ran all the way home and flung open my bedroom door, slamming it and locking it. I felt my phone vibrate with texts from Frank, but I was too humiliated to answer back. Instead, I pulled out my old, shiny metal friend that I have refused for so long. Not tonight though. Tonight was my night to be selfish.

*end of flashback*

I winced at the memory, but walked through the lunch line with with Frank. He seemed to have forgotten about what had happed that night, but I could tell that he was trying to ignore it. I watched him as we made our way to the remote little table we normally sat at. Suddenly, I saw Bob, the school bully at the jock table, stick his leg out in front of Frankie. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Frank and his lunch flew everywhere. Sadly, the majority the spaghetti and marinara sauce ended up all over him. The whole cafeteria grew deadly silent, and all eyes were on Frank. I bent down and cleaned what I could from the incident, but everyone in the entire cafeteria began laughing. The cruel laughter rang in my ears as I once agin attempted to help clean Frank up. To my amazement, he caught my wrist as I stretched my hand out to pick up his notebook (stung like a bitch) and glared at me. "Get away from me." He growled. I felt my eyebrows knit together. "Frank? I'm trying to help what did I do?" I asked, injured. "What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?" He raisedhis voice, causing me to flinch. "WELL THERE'S SO MUCH, GERARD. WHERE WOULD YOU WANT ME TO START? MAYBE WITH WHERE TOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME?" By now, everyone was staring at us, dead silent again. Some with were glaring at us in disgust. Others in amusment and confusion. I didnt care. I felt my eyes sting, warning me that tears weren't far away. "I told you I sorry why are you mad?" I croaked. "OR MAYBE IT WAS THE ALL THE TISME YOU BLEW ME OFF TO GO CUT YOURSELF, EMO FAG." I willed my tears to go away, but to no avail. They escaped my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. I was at a total loss for words. After glancing at Frank's enraged face one more time, I bolted. Juat like the night I told him my feelings. Only this time, I didn't hear Frank beg me to come back. All I heard was the sound of my feet, pounding against the sidewalk. And much differently, I wasn't running home. I was full-on sprinting in a random direction, awful, embarrassing images thats flooded back into my head only propelled me foward faster. Tears blurring my vision, and my backpack thumping against my side, I ran out the doors. I ran and ran until I couldn't recognize my surroundings. The tears blurred my vision so badly I fell onto the lush, grassy terrain. I was in the woods somewhere. At the time, I didn't even care how royally fucked I was. I drewmmy knees up to my face and sobbed all the tears I had been holding in.

Notes

Hey! Sorry for the sad chapter. I have no clue what i'm doing or how this sounds, so i'm really sorry for how it's going so far. I may rewrite or delete this chapter. Thanks for reading, and feedback is always welcome!
love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3