Pills don't help but it sure is funny

"You're not Frank Iero?, I think I have the wrong number then, sorry sir!" I said in the phone ready to hang up.
"Wait sir, Frank Iero?" The voice said sounding quite shocked.
"Yes... Any Problems?" I asked, sort of regretting it
afterwards. I had bad feelings about this,
"My boyfriend" he said in a strong stern voice. I gulped, oh.. That's explains why he didn't give me his number. You're a fucking slut Gerard, hitting on guys with boyfriends. I felt like I just got hit by a bus. Why couldn't he just fucking tell me that he wasn't interested.
"Excuse me" I said, trying not to sound like I was about to cry. I wipe my eyes and hold up my head up feeling pressure in my neck. "What the hell are you talking about" the voice hissed, "I'm just a friend" I mumbled. I could hear him tense up and him breathing through his teeth loudly, so he was that kind of boyfriend. "I'm sorry, please tell me your location" he said, my eyes widen as I quickly hang up.
What the fuck man, I look around in shock. I quickly run away and grab the bike and ride it home. Then I remembered Frank's bruise.

Frank's P.O.V *

I woke up seeing my lip ring twisted on the floor together with some blood and an aching cheekbone. I rub my eyes
and cursed out as the morning sun hit my nose and chest. The warm making it feel like I was trapped. It was an unbearable warm feeling, I hated the sun. I saw that Kit weren't next to me, he probably left for work early.
Not that I really mind... I can walk around without pants now. I quickly jumped out of bed and covered the windows and got
a jar of nutella and sat down in bed.
I quickly picked up my phone to see no messages or calls, too bad Gerard ditched me. Or maybe I left too early,
I had no plans to go to the mall today in fact. I just really wanted to eat nutella all day, I usually don't really eat but today was a day I needed it.
Only half of the jar was left, it looks like I had to go to the mall today anyways. I pull myself off bed feeling my wrists hurt and look down to see scratch marks from Kit. I walk into the bathroom to look in the mirror. My face almost look like I need stitches, it was big open wounds that would maybe get quite infected. I put on a big band aid to cover up the worst of it on my cheek. I put a little bit of eyeliner on and smugde it, to make the kids stay away from me. I quickly grab a simple striped long sleeved t-shirt and the same skinnies from last night. It was warm so I didn't bother to take on a hoodie.
I head out locking the door and run down the stairs to see my neighbours,
Ben and Adam were in the bottom on the bottom of the hallway. I always had a feeling they were dating. They were two typical weed smokers and
didn't really come out until the sun went down, weed vampires. I giggle of my own stupidity I used to have a crush on them both before I met Kit. I smile at them and wave, "hey" I say in a calm voice. Ben seems to jump as he sees me but soon smiles at me "hi Iero" he said in a sesame street voice. "Hi Bruce" I say as I quickly walk by and try to leave them behind only to hear Ben yelling "when you say hey carry on a conversation!"
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I were only a few meters from the mall when I start craving cigarettes. I put up a pack and stand against the garbage can. Suddenly saw a light headed black haired pale boy. I light my cigarette and look down and play with my lip ring. The boy seemed as pale as a ghost, almost sick, I try not to stare.
I saw that he was smoking too, and he reeked of alcohol. To my shock I almost jump as I see his face. Seeing that it was no one other than Gerard. "Oh hey!" I said without thinking, wanting to literally slap myself in the face with a knife. He was wearing a black Iron Maiden shirt and a leather jacket. He must be boiling hot. He looked at me,
but his eyes were red, like he hadn't eaten or seen sun in days. Thick brown bags under his eyes, almost unnatural, I back off a few inches and try to smile as much as it scared me.
I put my cigarette away from my face and bite my lip ring. He just looked at me
no words, no emotion, just dirty looks.
He started to walk inside the mall as I saw
him throwing a cigarette at the ground. I just stood there,
"what the fuck did I do wrong.." I whisper as I inhale the smoke once more.

Notes

Jake Bugg title, (it sort of fits this chapter) but anyways, poor Gerard and Franks