Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

Gerard didn't know what he was doing each time he lifted the joint to his lips and then passed it, waiting for it to return back to him. Gerard-He was hurting Frankie, Mikey and himself but he really just wanted to seem worthy for Frank. He hated the lies and right now, getting high was just adding onto his problems but he needed this. It made him feel good, like everything would be okay. Like maybe he could fix his life by ruining it every time he inhaled.
It wasn't his fault, Gerard swore. The man had come up to him, asking him if he wanted to smoke. He said it'd make him feel better. He was right.
The next day Gerard ate his first real meal despite him stomach filling with a nauseous feeling. It was gross, but Gerard forced himself to eat so that he could insist he was fine. Frankie hugged him and kissed him gently and Mikey didn't even say anything.
"I'm sorry for hitting you, Frankie." Gerard whispered, hugging Frank-his Frank, closer.
"S'okay, Gee. It's not like you punched my in the face. I shouldn't have done anything without asking you first." Gerard sighed happily as Frank snuggled closer to his side and at that moment he felt alright.
Sure, he couldn't tare his thoughts away from the boy with long, slightly wavy, greasy black hair and cold blue eyes that looked like they'd seen a lot of garbage. He was a mystery to Gerard and maybe that's what makes their relationship so exciting.
The fact that he could tell what Gerard was thinking every single time but Gerard had no idea what this guy's name even was.
Gerard did know, however, that he'd be there any time Gerard wanted to get high and he liked that. He liked the secure feeling that someone was always going to be there to help him. If that's what you could call what this man was doing helping, though. Gerard knew that this man was just as broken as he was. Probably not for the same reasons, but they both sunk so low and this man understood that, welcomed it.
But, none of that mattered when Frank was in his arms again and his brother was back to being a little bitch who needs to get laid.
"Miikey, when are you gonna get a girlfriend?" Gerard whined as him, Frank and Mikey walked home together. Gerard's mom needed to use the car, so walking was okay. Gerard swung his and Frank's entangled hands as they walked, humming happily. Why was he so goddamn happy? The high had worn off hours ago and he was still lying to Frank.
"Uuhh.." Mikey muttered, his face flushing.
"Don't worry, Mikes, I love you!" Frank smiled a big dopey smile and Mikey just shook his head, smiling.
"Well, there's this cute girl, I guess, but I-"
"Mikey, say no more." Gerard shushed him. "We will get you a girlfriend." Gerard declared and Frank smiled, nodding encouragingly.
"Guys, please don't-"
"Too late!" Frank giggled.

Notes

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