Because I'm Broken

Frank's POV:

Why did invite him over? Why am I so stupid? I knew he would be here any second, so I made us coffee. After 10 years, it wasn't a task to remember how he liked it. The doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Geeb- Gerard. Gerard. Gerard.
"Hi," he said. His voice still gave me goosebumps. His eyes still gave me butterflies. His lips still made me want to kiss him. Everything was different, but my feelings were the same.
"Come on in," I said with a rather forced smile. He walked in, and I handed him his coffee. He thanked me. Awkward silence. Nice going, Frank. Say something.

GERARD'S POV:

He opened the door. He lacked his dorky smirk, my favorite thing about him. I got lost in his eyes again. I suddenly craved his warm hand against the left side of my face, his lips on my right cheek, and his voice in my ear. 'I love you, Geebear.' Just like before.
"So," he said. "Why'd you break up the band?"
"I was breaking," I said. "I had drinking and drug urges again. It was life on the road." He nodded. Nodded. What the hell does a nod mean?!
"You could've came to me," he whispered, his head down. There it was. The heartbreak in his voice. I knew it. I messed yet another thing up.
"I'm sorry," I managed. A tear fell from my eye before I could stop it. "I am. I want to fix it, I do, but I don't think I'm meant for constant touring." He looked up.
"Then what the hell did you want? Where was our band gonna go? What were we gonna do? Play local places? Force people to come to us?" He yelled.
"Frank-"
"Just listen! I loved you. I joined the band, got a boyfriend. My life was perfect." I was mentally taking note of the past tense words he used. Loved. Joined. Got. Was. It hurt alot, but I still kept track.
"Gee, you made everything better. We stuck together through your addiction and your recovery. And then, you did this." He called me Gee. That made the words hurt a bit less. "What do you want, Gee?" I exploded. Accidents happen, right.
"I want you!" I yelled. "I want your lips on mine, your hand on the left side of my face! Your whispers, your love, the way you took your shirt off, but asked me if you could take mine."
"Gerard-"
"I MISS BEING GEEBEAR!"

Notes

I think I'll just make multiple short chapters. What do you think?
-Cai :)