Frerard is Real

Gerard's eyes looked up. His bright hazel eyes became glassy. He muttered, "I did it."
Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes were fixed on Gerard, "What did you do?"
Gerard bit his lower lip. Frank stood up from his chair abruptly causing the chair to fall back, "What the hell did you do?" His voice was low, but it was easily seen as pure anger, curiosity, and hope. He was hoping that Gerard didn't do what he thought he did. He wasn't ready for their relationship to be open. He wasn't ready for all the questions pilling up on him from the fans, from his family, from the world.
Frank brushed his hair back before quickly kneeling down in front of Gerard, "Baby, you have to tell me-"
"I fucking told Lindsey." Gerard snapped, "I fucking told her, but of course, she played it off as a joke-she knows the truth but is in denial. I kept telling her over and over again on skype but-"
"When in the hell did you have time to tell her?" Frank asked, trying to keep his anger within.
Gerard held back the tears, "I texted her last night, after you fell asleep. I snuck out of the bedroom to the living room and did it. I told her but she fucking won't accept it. She refuses to listen to me."
Patrick began, "Frank maybe-"
"Fuck off, Patrick! This is between me and Gerard."
"Exactly. I was going to say you two should head to another room." Patrick rolled his eyes as he laid back into his chair and muttered, "Don't you fucking dare yell at Patrick fucking Stump."
Frank was about to yell-but the look on Gerard's face kept him holding back. He could see Gerard's sadness and misery pouring out onto the floor. Look at all that pain Frank thought, his eyes fixed on Gerard. Gerard's hazel eyes were locked onto the floor, his red hair falling down covering half his face. He didn't want people to see him upset. He didn't want to see anyone at all. His insides were twisted up, his throat was clogged. He felt ashamed, stupid. He wanted to go home.

~

"Lindsey, please. Just listen-"
"Fuck you! You're gay? At first I thought you were kidding but now you're telling me that you're not on tour?! That you're just using a few months to spend time with Frank? Do your fans even see you on stage? Do they even get to see you perform?" Lindsey was asking too many questions, but Gerard did what he can to keep her on facetime, "I do perform on stage but not often with the band. Ray and Mikey are off on their own until a gig comes up...they live across the street...Frank and I convinced them that we should have roommates so we wouldn't have to pay for extra houses...I do side shows and I go to signings and whatever but that's not the point-the point is that ever since I told you about me, you've been in denial and won't listen."
Lindsey buried her face into her hands and mumbled, "I can't believe this..." She pushed her hair back, "Our honeymoon, did you even like it?"
Gerard looked away from the camera, "It felt...really strange being inside a," He tried to hold back his shiver, "Vagina..."
Lindsey groaned aloud, "I was just a cover up for you! I hate you!"
"Stop fucking saying that and you don't mean that..."
Lindsey stared at him for the longest time, "I think Bandit...I think...she likes females."
"Wha-"
"She hangs out with a bunch of boys and keeps wearing boy clothing. I thought it was cute at first, a style she was trying, but one day she brought a friend. Her name was Katie. They went to the living room, and after playing the Wii, Katie kissed her cheek and Bandit blushed. She fucking blushed, Gerard."
"And that's okay if she is a lesbian!"
Lindsey sighed, "Now I know where she gets it from. It's just weird."
"You're sounding a little homophobic."
"Well, I'm fucking sorry if I just found out that my husband is gay and my daughter is a lesbian." She groaned before stuffing a pillow to her face and falling back onto the bed.
Gerard bit the inside of his cheek, "What are we going to do...? About us...?"
Lindsey appeared in front of the camera again. Her eyes didn't meet Gerard's. Her eyes were fixed onto her fingers, "When are you coming home...?"

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