We Don't Fight Fair

I flopped onto my bed and let out the sigh of devastation I have been holding in the whole car ride home. Running my fingers through my dark locks, I dedcided ro check my phone for messages before I went to bed...

*Franks p.o.v. bitches!*
Oh my God. My head was spinning. I felt so many emotions at once and fet so overwhelmed I couldn't breathe. Pacing my bedroom, I questioned my actions. I snapped at Gerard purely out of embaressment. I couldn't erase Gerard's betrayed face from my mind. I regretted it so much it ached. And to top it all off, I has hopelessly in love with him. I remembered when he kissed me in my tree house. I pulled away because I was uncomfortable. I had never kissed a guy before. Well, I had never kissed ANYONE before.
It was all so sudden I couldn't think straight. And only when I saw him run like his life depended on it did I realize, I enjoyed it. I really liked Gerard, but the only reason I didn't tell him was because I thought I had scared him away. I collapsed to my knees and covered my face in shame. I slowly started to cry. I cried for Gerard. Hell knows how he's taking all of this. I snatched my phone from my nighstand and typed furiously

Me: Hey Gerard it's me. Frank. Can I call you? Or can we meet somewhere now?

It was no use. As predicted, Gerard decided to ignore my texts. I tried calling, multiple times. Twelve, to be exact. And more texts than I have ever written, pouring my heart out into every single one. I exhaled sharply in exasperation. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam. I glanced quickly at the clock. Who the hell could be here at 3 a.m.? I heard a gruff voice through the door and a high pitched, very feminine giggle. I realized that there was only one answer. My dad is home. With his newest "girlfriend" that he stayed with for one night then dumped the next morning.

I swiftly flicked my lamp off as I heard the voices approach my room. From the creaks of the bed next door, I knew they weren't going away any time soon. So I crept out my bedroom window and examined the height of it. Would I rather have a broken arm or listen to this bullshit? I weighed my options and went with the broken arm. I closed my eyes and sprung. The pearly windowsill quickly shrank and the ground rose to meet me. I landed on my knees, and stalked away from my blue-shuttered house. I wondered what Gerard would do if I showed up at his house. Would he still be awake? Would he be happy to see me? Of course not.
Suddenly, gruesome images invaded my mind. Thoughts of Gerard with a shiny, silver blade in his hand. Tearing his delicate, perfectly-paled skin until crimson beads appeared, his eyes swimming with tears as he cried out in frustration and pain with every time he dragged the horrid piece of metal across his wrist.
This time, it took no persuading. I ran all the way ro Gee's house. I remembered his bedroom was the one with the black curtains. I sized up the building, deciding it wasn't too difficult for me. I jumped onto the the house, latching onto the the stone like a fucking leech. I then climbed, hooking my feet into cracks and crevices of the side. I climbed up all the way to Gerard's window and, with a flick of my wrist, I flung the window open to find a dark room. My vision adjusted, and I found a very unconscious Gerard. Panic began to well up in my chest and I was about to let out a scream until I was comforted my the gentle motion of his chest. He was breathing, at least, and he shuddered in his sleep. I decided not to wake him. I would see him tomorrow at school. Right? With this reassuring thought, I turned on my heel to leave, only to slip on a pair of boxers, and fall flat on my ass onto his hardwood floor. Well I got the hell out of there just in time to see him sit up groggily and look in my direction.


*Gerard's p.o.v*
What the fuck is going on. I heard my window creak open, and my eyes flickered open, and moved to the clock. It was 3:34 in the morning. What is happening? I heard footsteps treading near my bed. I then heard the intruder's breathing intensify, WAY too close to me for my liking. They got in through the window. I could feel a breeze drift in and i shivered. I pretended to sleep. This seemed to fool them, because they walked around like I was alseep. Meaning they were noisy as hell. I half expected Mikey or Mom to walk in to check on me.
But instead, they fell on their ass and I couldn't resist not looking anymore. I shot up in bed just in time to see their shadowy shillowuete fade into the blackness of night through my window.
I quickly tiptoed to the window and latched it shut. This kept me awake for the remainder of the night. I wondered and debated on whether or not to tell someone.
That morning, I woke up at around noon, Mikey knowing that I wasn't up for school today. Or any other day for the entire rest of the school year. But on any matter, I spent the day waiting for Mikey to get home so we could go to this stupid ass party he insisted that we attended.

*Frank's p.o.v. (at school)*
He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here? Gulit flooded my mind, drowning all other sense of emotion.
"Hey Pussy, why isn't your boyfriend here today? Hm? Is it because he's dead? Did he finally realize what a useless fag he was and -" Bob made a gun with his fingers and "shot" himself in the head, and his friends laughed. Rage propelled me to my feet, getting in Bob's face until I felt a cold, small hand yank my collar, and therefore me, back. "C'mon Frankie, don't get yourself all worked up over nothing special. " a sickly sweet voice breathed in my ear. Of course I could guess who this was. THIS was Alana. The biggest whore in the whole school who's been trying to get in my pants since the 8th grade.
"Um, thanks Alana." I spat. "But my BOYFRIEND is absolutely special and is worth it." Emphasis on the boyfriend. Granted, Gerard wasn't my boyfriend and probably wanted nothing to do with me for the rest of my life, but I was going to fight for him. I shrugged Alana's hand off my shoulder and glared at her. "Wait, wait. Was I hallucinating, or did I hear you yell at Way yesterday? Like, shattered his heart yell at him? Something about hating him, I do believe?" Alana and her pack of sluts all giggled obnoxiously at her lame joke. It wasn't even a joke, it was more like a cheap shot.
"Even if I wasn't gay, you would still have abolutley no chance. And you, " I turned to Bob. "I think calling you a dildo is appropriate. I would call you a dick, but you aren't real enough." I then flipped them off and walked away, leaving them gaping like fish out of water.

*time lapse/ Gerard's p.o.v.*

I peered into the mirror, and to be honest, I was slightly happy with what I saw. My white tee shirt hugged me in all the right places, and black skinnies that fit me extremely well. My hair looked wind-blown and my eyes were coated with a thin line of eyeliner.
Mikey walked in then. "Sup Gerard. It's uh, time to go." He gestured awkwardly to the door." I laughed, louder than I had in days, and reached up slightly to ruffle Mikey's hair. "Oh Mikes. You so awkward!" He had a bemused look on his face due to my lack of proper speech. Or maybe it was my unusually loud laugh. Or a mixture of both.
I drove us to Jason's house. We pulled up into a driveway, in front of a house thumping with extremely loud music and ridiculously deep bass. I saw Mikey's face light up with excitement, and his eyes round and glimmer with anticipation. I, however, tending to usually be the difficult one, lagged behind him. I had considered forgetting about it and making a run for it, but I realized that I would then maroon Mikey here. Not that he would mind being left alone at a party like this, but tomorrow was bass practice, and he would not miss that for the world.
I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I whirled around to meet my old friend Ryan. "Hey!" I greeted, putting down my red cup for a minute to embrace my old friend. "Hey Gee how've youuu been how've you been?" He asked, clearly piss drunk. But that didn't stop me from breaking out onto a grin. "I've been good, how's medical school treating you?" I questioned, bracing myself for the answer. "Whaa? Man, they kicked me outta that shithole the other day. Somethin' bout 'neglecting responsibilities' or some shit." I immediately felt unattatched. Something about my head-strong, dependable, genius friend had changed. And I felt my selfish instincts kick in. I walked away. Without a single attempt to help him out. This was HIS rough patch. Not mine. I spent the majority of the night drinking, and playing spin the bottle with strangers. After an intense make out session with an attractive girl, I saw a familliar face sit down across from me. Two, actually. Mikey, and Frank. The two appeared sober, smiling dopily and talking quietly amongst themselves. With the occasional blush and quiet giggle. Jealousy heated my body. They seemed to be so peaceful and like they were having a lot of fun. That is, until , Frank caught a glimpse of me.

He stood up abruptly, pulling on my arm. My intoxicated mind. Wasn't thinking straight, and I of course saw it as a sign of interest. he pulled me out back and picked up a garden hose. I shifted unsteadily in confusion, before recieving an ice-cold blast in the face. For a straight minute, a steady stream of water pounded into my face. When I heard the faucet squeal, I could see again, and I was thinking fairly straight again. I shook my head like a dog, letting shaggy black hair fall into my bloodshot eyes. I looked down at my white tee shirt to find that it was quite see through. I looked up to catch Frank staring.

Frank stared at me apologeticly , before throwing the hose down and approaching me at a slow pace. I almo greeted me normally until I remembered the reason I came here in the first place. I backed away, like a scared animal. But then I glared. "Hello." I stared. Simple, sweet, nothing could go wrong. "I'm sorry, Gerard. I don't know what to say." "Say something. " I commanded. He tried to talk, but got choked up, ruining his first sentence. He continued, "Gerard. I made a miatake. Two now, that will mess everthing up. But first, let me explain to you. That night in the tree house, you ran away crying. As I saw you running away, I felt like I was dreaming. I pulled away because of how confused I was. You were my first kiss. I guess what i'm trying to say is that... I enjoyed the kiss, and that I really like you." I was dumbstruck. I was amazed and elated and I was about to lean in to kiss him again until Frank was suddenly called. "Frank? C'mon baby let's just go. Gerard can stay here he won't-" they were cut off suddenly as they caught sight of me from the doorway, 20 feet away. Mikey was cut off by the sight of me."Baby"? that ccertainly didn't mean that they were just friends. And the suggestion that I was left here so that they could have the house to themselves confirmed it.
I suddenly remembered them at the spin the bottle table in the house. It all came crashing down on me right then.

I didnt know a lot in that moment, but I do know one thing

Frank Iero just broke my heart again.

Notes

Hey guys! Hope you liked this KA-RAY-ZY chapter, it took me 5 years to write. So uh, yeah. Feedback is always welcome!

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