We Don't Fight Fair

Frank's p.o.v.

"NO! NO GERARD I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" I screamed. "PLEASE COME BACK, GERARD. PLEASE I LOVE YOU!" I was pressed up against the bridge edge and bent over, watching the water turn red. I flipped out my phone and called the police.

*Time lapse, after Gerard goes to the hospital*

I wasn't allowed in the ambulance with him. And Mikey didn't know the "news." I slumped back to the Way household. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, slow and heavy. The door opened almost immediately. After seeing Mikey's relieved face for half a second, he scowled and went to slam the door. I caught it and choked out "W-wait Mikey." He groaned angrily and spun around.

"What the hell do you want?" He spat. Oh no, I was going to throw up. I felt bile rise to my throat and I whirled around and threw up in the bush. I heard him sigh in annoyance, but I gelt him approach and his hand press my back.

"Ugh, Frank get up." He commanded. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked him in the eye. "G-Gerard... he-he-he-" "Spit it out!" He interrupted harshly. He was going to pass out. Or I was going to pass out. Whichever came first.

"Gerard shot himself. " I decleared ashamadly.

Mikey turned white and his already red eyes went dull. He didn't cry. "Is he dead?" He asked quietly. I nodded my head miserably.

He stiffened up and rose from our kneeling position. I couldn't help it any longer. Loud, hysterical sobs wracked my body. My lungs were burning and my eyes felt like they were overflowing, similar to the fashion in which oil gushes from a ship with a hole in the oil tank.

Mikey ran his long, thin fingers through his hair, closing his eyes, and inhaled the crisp, summer night air. Even though now wasn't an appropriate time to say it, he did look very attractive.

It was just... he cared so much about his family and friends, and Rachel wasn't even pregnant. There was a chance that she was, but she lied because she didn't think Mikey was going to like her if he didn't have to. And we did it over a year ago, I just assumed Mikey actually got her pregnant. She was a lying slut. "What about Rachel?" I questioned tearfully. "What about her?" He asked indignantly. "She isn't pregnant, you know." Oh shit. I regretted saying anything in the first place when he sank to his knees.

I felt horrible. He couldn't handle all the grief and disappointment. He inhaled sharply once, indicating overwhelmed tears werent too far off. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around him. He remained in his ball position with his forehead on his knees and finally allowed his eyes to spill over with tears. I held him the entire time, feeling every tremble his body made.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. You must be so mad. You must want to hit me or have me killed, or-"

"NO!" He yelped. "No you're fine. It wasn't your fault." He wheezed. "No it's my fault completely I promise as soon as this clears up, I'll leave. I'll get out of your life forever."

He shook his head before responding, and for the first time, dragging his head up and looked right at me. "Of course not. We only have each other now. And I can't lose you. You're my beat friend."

This warmed my heart, and I smiled gratefully at him. All while viciously fighting back all feelings I felt in that moment for him. I was disgusting. He wasn't gone a day and I was already starting to fall for his brother.


"We should go see him." I rasped. He looked at me with wide eyes and I winced at our proximity. "You're right." He nicked my chin with his fingers and got into his car and started it up.

Once I was in the passenger seat, he paused. "What's the point in going?" He looked over at me. Flicking his wrist to the left, the purr if the engine silenced.

"The only thing I'm gonna see is my beautiful brother in a mourge with a white sheet pulled over his head." He cried, and I could see the image his words were painting. "Beautiful? " I asked stupidly instead. His face burned the color of the fires of hell and looked away. I raised and eyebrow. "Knew it." He cracked something close to a smile. I believe it was because he didn't like his teeth.

"It was foolish, I know," he muttered, and unlocked the car door. I reached across to grab his wrist. We could go anywhere, and I did NOT want to stay in Gerard's old room. Believe me. Instead if the curious look I was expecting, a hiss of pain escaped him. Oh no. Not my boyfriend AND my bestfriend.

I lifted his sleeve and almost gagged again. It was the moat mutilated limb I have personally ever seen, including my own. He looked at me helplessly. "Explain." I demanded angrily, my voice cracking in the middle.

"Why shouldn't I? I'm nothing. Just another insignificant human in this universe. Nothing is going to change, even if I want it to. I have no power, and ultimately, nothing would change if I died."

I was blown away by his harshly realistic words. "That's why you need to be happy! You need to be as selfish as possible when it comes to life, because it's all about enjoying it! Okay? SO YOU NEED TO LIVE LIFE AND LIVE IT FOR YOURSELF DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" I yelled at him.

His facial expression turned to one of realization. He knew what I said was true. And so did I. Now it was time to practicewhat I preach.

I decided it was my turn to be selfish.

I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his.

Notes

Well hello there friends! Frank IS being selfish now ;D. So yep. Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome! !

Love you guys!

-Erinosaur <3