Mikey had gotten tired of waiting and left for school without Gerard, not even knowing about Frank being there.
“Frankie, let's not go in today.” Gerard said as he laid down next to Frank.
“It's only the second day t-though..” Frank said with a sniffle.
“At least it's not the first?” Gerard suggested with a grin as he got up quickly and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and band-aids. He cleaned Frank's stomach with the wet towel, before covering it in band-aids. He leaned down and kissed Frank's stomach once all the cuts were covered, his chest brushing against a slight bulge in Frank's pants.
“Oh, Frankie~” Gerard grinned as he looked up at an embarrassed and blushing Frank.
“I-It's just morning wood...” He lied as he adjusted himself.
“Well, I can help take care of that~” Gerard whispered
“Gerard.. We shouldn't. I just met you, I feel like a man whore...”
“How are you a man whore? Have you been fucking every guy left and right?”
“..No, but... We still barely know each other. I literally have only known you for a day.”
“There's nothing wrong with that, adults on dating websites do this all the time.”
“We didn't meet on a dating website and we're no where near adults.” Frank said as he raised his eyebrow.
“Fine,” Gerard sighed “I suppose you're right.”
“Plus.. um...” Frank said quietly “I sorta... think I like your brother...”
Gerard tried not to cry as he avoided eye contact with Frank. He had actually felt something with Frank, and was trying his best to act on it, though the only way he knew how was with sex.
“O-Oh, Mikey?” He said, his voice cracking as he did
“Yeah, he seems nice and is really cute and...”
“Whatever.” Gerard said harshly as he turned so his back was facing Frank.

Frank and Gerard walked upstairs later and flipped through the channels, watching whatever shitty shows were on. Mikey came home a few hours later then came and joined them on the couch. Gerard sighed and left, knowing Frank would probably want to be alone with his crush. He walked upstairs to his bedroom and flopped onto the bed, face first. I mean, there's no point in holding back, soo... Gerard thought as he walked over and grabbed his small brown box, full of his good razors and started to slice up his wrist, not holding back.

After a few minutes, Gerard decided he needed to get out, and took his razor as well. When he went downstairs, no matter how much he didn't want to look, he couldn't help himself. He peeked into the living room and saw Frank and Mikey, aggressively making out on his couch. His stomach twisted up and he felt as if he would puke. “Goodbye.” He said to Mikey, who jumped and looked over at him.
“What?” He asked, eying Gerard's bleeding wrists. “Gerard,” he said, deadly serious as he pushed Frank off of him “What's wrong? Tell me.”
Gerard didn't bother to respond, instead he just walked out the door, razor in hand, and to the woods on the edge of town. He found a small clearing and laid down in the middle of it, staring up at the sky.
I mean, Lyn-Z didn't leave long ago, maybe you were just using him as a rebound without knowing it. Since when have you ever wanted to screw a guy? I mean he's freakishly skinny, he's probably got some mental issues and...
Oh God.
He just seemed so perfect, he was so nice, and cute, and amazing. The way it felt when we kissed was like nothing before. But of course he couldn't like me back, he had to like my brother, of all people. Is something wrong with me? Am I just not someone people can actually love? Maybe I should just...

He looked down at his wrist, which was caked in dry blood, and started to slash at it with the blade more, pushing down slightly harder each time. Eventually, he got sick of that and brought the blade up to his neck. Just push and let yourself gag. He told himself as he made a small cut on his throat. He closed his eyes and smiled, looking forward to the end.

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