Frerard is Real

Frank nudged at Gerard's shoulder. Gerard nudged back aggressively as Patrick pulled out the file from his shoulder bag. Frank kicked Gerard's ankle. Gerard glared at Frank as Frank gestured to Patrick, 'Tell him' he was signaling.
Gerard rolled his eyes before giving Frank one more kick.
Patrick smiled at the two, "How are you two?"
Frank cleared his throat, "I'm fine." He rolled his neck towards Gerard, "I'm fine."
Patrick raised a brow, "Ummm..."
Frank stretched out his arms, "Patrick, how do you feel about personal problems?"
"There's no such thing."
Frank rested his hands down to his side, "Oh? How so?"
Patrick glanced over to Gerard, "Personal problems just causes more misery and pain-you're stressed, not sure what to do. If you simply ask for help or advice, it helps seeing the situation much clearer." Patrick opened up the file to avoid eye contact, "Seeking help is no biggie. Just do it. Life is easier that way." Patrick glanced up from the file to Gerard. Gerard's eyes were lost in thought. Patrick continued, "Think of it as...a teen suffering through an issue. Either cutting, suicide thoughts, etc...do you think it's healthy for one to deal with the situation by themselves? Do you think they have the ability to throw away the metal or the pain? No. What helps? A therapist. Friends, family." Patrick smiled towards Gerard, "It's okay to ask for help-it's okay to trust."
Gerard kept his head low before tossing his head back with a large groan, “Okay, okay-well, I’m stuck in a decision here. I want to be with Frank, but I’m not sure if I want to leave Lindsey and Bandit...I don’t want to be selfish...Frank is my world,” Gerard felt Frank’s hand touch his. Gerard added, “But it’s just so complicated-it’s hard to just leave Lindsey and Bandit.”
Patrick wrote nonsense down onto his notepad. He then clicked his pen, “Sounds like a personal problem.”

~

Heavy leather boots hit against the porch. A tall man with pushed back blond hair and a shade of sunglasses walked out of the house. He was practically skipping. He hummed a random song at the top of his head, swinging around his keys in a circular motion. The neighbors gawked him as he opened his car door. He stopped to wave hi, but they headed back inside as he wasn’t even there.
He shrugged.
He knew why the neighbors treated him like a ghost. He was in a band so that must mean he’s a delinquent. He smiled at the irony. He was a man who just stayed inside all day with a quiet heart but loud thoughts. He jumped inside his car but before driving away, he groaned aloud before running back inside the house. He swung open the door and called, “Ray?”
Ray appeared from the kitchen, biting into an apple.
Mikey asked, “Where’s my phone?”Ray wiped his lips before replying, “The table-I was going to call you, but you can see the problem.” Ray laughed.
Mikey rolled his eyes with a smile, “Haha, very funny…” He scrolled through his phone before asking, “Hey, so, have you heard from my brother?”
Ray shook his head, “No, the last time I spoke or saw Gerard or Frank was when we went our separate ways-they only live a couple of miles away, we should go over and set up a gig or something. I miss the stage.”
Mikey dialed Gerard’s number, “Same here...I’ll just call him for now-to see what’s up.”

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