Frerard is Real

The drive home was quiet. Gerard sat in the passener seat, his eyes looking down to his hands. Frank's eyes were focused onto the road ahead him. The two were uncomfortable in this silence. Both wanted to say something-but they couldn't. Frank wanted to talk to Gerard calmly about the situation but his body was filled with so much anger, he knew it woud be impossible. Gerard wanted to apoligize, but he could already feel the tears forming in his eyes. He felt like everything was falling apart...he felt like he was falling apart.
Frank took in a deep breath before asking softly, "Are you hungry?"
Gerard didn't reply.
Despite Gerard's silence, Frank drove the car into the closest In-And-Out drive thru. There was a car ahead ordering, so Frank turned on the radio. "Set Fire to The Rain by Adele" played but Frank immediately turned it off. He then sat back into his seat, un sure what to do or say next.

~

"Alan!" Vic yelled after Cashby who were leading the rest of the group towards the large building where Patrick was waiting.
Alan stopped and said, "Vic, Austin and I are going to tell him. We owe him and whatever The Stump says, we do."
Vic replied, "The Stump?"
Alan chucked a bit before rushing in through the doors. The woman at the front desk popped her gum as she watched the group run in through the large doors that led into the empty hallway. Jaime ran in front of the final doors that led to Patrick, "Alan, we should let Patrick find this out for himself."
Alan rolled his eyes, "You're over exaggerating." Alan bumped shoulders with Jaime as he walked pass him through the doors.
Patrick setled his clipboard onto his lap, "So, what's up? You called me down here for what reason?"
Alan replied, "We have news."
Patrick raised a brow, "Oh?"
Alan sat in the chair next to Patrick, "Gerard has been lying-Frank caught him and made his whole scene at the mall."
"About what?"
Alan paused, "Everything."
"I fucking knew it." Patrick said as he stood up, "I'm heading over to their house-"
"No." Vic's voice was serious, "It's one thing to tell you this, but it's another to barge into their home asking questions. Give them until next week on the schedule appointment on Wendsday. Try to let them figure things out."
Patick slopped his shoulders, "But what if they don't come?"
"We go to them."

~

Frank pulled out the keys to the house. He had Gerard carry the food as he placed the key into the hole and open the door. Almost five seconds after they walked inside, Gerard dropped the food onto the floor and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Frank rolled his eyes, "The food, really?" He said to himself. He sighed before walking over to the bedroom door and knocking softly, "Gerard...open the door."
There was silence.
"Please, Gerard."
Frank could hear something, but he ouldn't make it out. He pressed his ear against the door and heard it-Gerard was crying. It was faint because Gerard's face was presssed against his pillow, but Frank could hear it.
Frank's heart sank he pressed his back against the door. His body slowly slid until his butt hit against the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair before shredding a tear.

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