Frerard is Real

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Patrick leaned back as the cucumbers rested on his eyes. His nails were being manicured (he didn't mind, obvisouly), his feet massaged. He smiled a bit as one of the two women played soft melody songs to soothe the mood in the room. Patrick tried to relax, but there was too much work to be done, too much drama, too much negativity-
“Relax, Mr. Stump. You’re shoulders are tensing.” A woman from behind his comfortable chair started to rub his shoulders, “Right now is your time to relax.” She added, “What is stressing you anyway?”
Patrick sighed as he leaned his head back, “It’s a Stump thing.”
Alex chuckled, “You feeling relaxed yet?”
“A little.”
The seven men sat in comfortable white chairs in white robes, surrounded by flowers side by side. Jalex held hands as their feet were being massaged, Fuenciado told jokes as they had back rubs, and Cashby were relaxing side by side giving no worries. Patrick was ready to relax. His shoulders were beginning to rest, his hands began to undo from fists to laying out onto the arm chair. He took in a deep breath and shut his eyes. He smiled a bit as he felt the movements of the woman’s hands began to unwind all of his tensions.
His eye brows furrowed when a soft vibration was coming from underneath his robe. He opened his eyes, immediately looking at his friends-they were lost in their own comfortable trance. Patrick excused himself quietly. He quietly tip-toed around the corner to the men’s bathroom. He sat on the toilet inside a stall and answered his phone, “Hello?”
“It’s Frerard.” The two men's voice collided together.
Patrick hesitated-hell he even took the time to make a decision, burrowing his phone into his robe-he pulled it back out, “Guys, It’s my day off.”
Gerard’s voice sounded surprised, “Really?”
“Yes, really. I want a day to myself.”
There was a scuffling noise before Frank’s voice said, “We’re sorry but to sum it up, Frerard is having trouble maintaining themselves and Ray just found out Frerard is real and I really want to kick Mikey’s ass.”
-another scuffling noise- Gerard added, “Ray is still shocked but he’s understanding so far. Frerard is going to talk things out to try to fix their relationship-”
“Gerard, you know damn well I don’t want to speak with you.” Frank interrupted.
“What about the kiss?”
“That was just in the moment. I’m fucking pissed off that you made out with your own damn brother-do you know how disgusting that is?”
Gerard said into the phone, “Now you see why we need you Patrick.”
Patrick took in a deep breath through his mouth and released it back out, “Tomorrow we’ll skype. For now, try not to kill each other.”

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The other line hung up. Gerard asked as he tucked his phone away, “Now what?”
Frank walked by him, “We try not to kill each other.”
Gerard walked after him out of the small room back to where Ray and Mikey were. Mikey stood up, “What happened?”
Frank looked at him, “How about we come clean? Patrick's busy.” Frank stepped towards Mikey, “We all have a little confession time. Just to let you know God hates liars, and it’d be best to get shit off our chests, so please, Mikey, I insist you go first.” Frank crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for an answer.
"Am I missing something here?" Ray asked, uncomfortable with the strong tension.
Gerard stepped in, "Or we can all step outside." Gerard faced Frank and wispered, "Please, not here. Not now."
Frank was about to argue, but he can see tears forming in Gerard's glassy eyes. Frank turned his back to Gerard, "We should stop the RV. We all need a little fresh air."
Gerard replied softly, "The RV is arriving to its next stop.very soon...do you think we can perform?"
Frank scoffed, "Even if the apolcalypse was happening, we'd still perform."
Gerard smiled a bit.
The RV came to a sudden stop. Frank didn't hesitate to walk out into the fresh air outside. Ray sighed as he followed him. Gerard can't imagine what Ray is feeling. There is a lot happening at this moment and Frerard has put him in the middle of it. Gerard faced Mikey, "Listen," Gerard placed his hand on Mikey's shoulder, but Mikey shrugged it off, "No." He said, "No more. I don't want this."
"And you think I did? You're the one who started this-this-WAYCEST thing."
Mikey frowned, "I'm sorry...I love you Gerard, as a brother and a lover-and it's taken me this long to figure out that it's wrong" Mikey lost eye contact with Gerard, "...I just want help."
Gerard smiled when he thought of The Stump, "And I know someone who will be more than happy too."

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Gerard jumped up and down on the side of the large stage. He shook off all the extra tension of Frerard, and the over exitement. He threw his hair wildly in every direction as he tested his voice, "I will not kiss you...cause the hardest part of this is leaving you." He sang softly under his breath until finally he ran onto stage. The fans screamed, tossed their hands toward the stage to the band. Gerard said into his mic, "Who's ready to sing?"
Gerard's ears were clogged with screaming fans. He chuckled a bit, "Alright, don't hesitate to sing along, okay?" He said, grinning ear to ear.

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Patrick shut his eyes again as he leaned back into his chair, "Frerard can wait."

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