Frerard is Real

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Alex leaned back into his chair, “I thought we were only meeting every wednesday.”
Patrick clicked his pen, “Now you will come when you’ve been called. There’s too much happening-too much drama and surprises. Now, if any of you have an secrets, I beg you to come and out say it now. You all saw what happened two days ago with Frerard...It’s sad, but I’m afraid Frerard is in some deep trouble that is going to be hard to get out of.” Patrick frowned slowly, “I don’t want fail any of you as well.”
There was complete silence.
Alan said softly, “You didn’t fail Frerard, Patrick...Gerard failed to come to you-”
“No. Don’t blame Gerard. I should have been more open with him, I should have let him known that I can help, that I can-”
“You did what you can to let Gerard know, Patrick.” Alan argued, “You don’t have to blame yourself for Frerard.”
Patrick abruptly threw his notepad onto the ground, “Then who, Alan? Who else can I blame? Not you, not Fuenciado, not Jalex, not Lindsey or Bandit-I am responsible and in charge of this operation, I am here to take care of couples including Frerard!” Patrick stomped his foot on his notepad in anger, sending chills up everyone’s spines. Patrick coutinued to stomp onto his work, sending his hair wildly in every direction. He finally gave one more stomp before taking in a long, deep breath. He fixed his tie and brushed back his hair before smiling once more, "Now that that's out of my system, let's get started. Would anyone will like to say something?" Patrick picked up his matted notepad from the ground. He sat down onto his chair and kicked up his right leg on top of his left, "Jalex, is there something you would like to say?" Patrick turned to a clear page in his notepad before clicking his pen.
Jack and Alex were quiet. Jack opened his mouth but shut it quickly. Alex shrugged as he played with his fingers.
Patrick looked at the other two couples, "Nothing?"
Nothing.

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Frank messed with his tuning of his guitar, paying no attention to anyone in the RV. Mikey tossed a small ball up in the air, and catching it before hitting his face. He did what he could to entertain himself. Ray was pretending to read a magazine, but his eyes would glance up to the others. He knew something was up, but he knew he couldn't confront them even if he tried.
Gerard sat on the top bunk, listening to Smashing Pumpkins as he did a crossword puzzle. His iritation was increasing as he was stuck on a 15 letter word for "testing". He threw his crossword to the side before looking over to Frank. As if it were a cliche movie, Gerard can only hear one thing in the RV. The sound of the RV's engine, Ray's music, and the ball tossing faded. Gerard could only hear the sound of Frank playing his guitar. Gerard stretched his arms out in front of him, laying onto the bed before resting his head on it. His eyes never left Frank.
Wondring why Gerard didn't talk to Frank?
Let's see. If you found out that your boyfriend or girlfriend kissed their own silbing that could have gone worse-I'm sure you'd need your space to figure things out.
I'll wait for you, Frankie...Gerard felt his eyes water a bit, so he turned toward the wall. His ears still focused onto Frank's guitar. The slow soft melody soothed him, comfronted him. I love you...I'm so sorry...

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