“You have 7 new messages. Listen now?” That was the sentence displaying itself on the screen of Frank’s phone. He could only imagine what those messages could possibly say. He felt like he had to listen to them, though. Maybe they weren’t Gerard. Maybe someone else had called him.

Message 1: “Frankie, come back. I….I promise I’ll never touch you again! Just come back, please?” (Gerard)

Message 2: “Frank, buddy, where are you? We’re freaking out here. Call someone back.” (Ray)

Message 3: “You know what, you’re right. What I did was horrible. Okay? I’m sorry. Just come back. We need you.” (Gerard. Again.)

Message 4: “Oh, god I sounded like a wimp just then. Okay, I really am sorry. You can take that apology and do whatever you want with it. Come back, don’t come back. Whatever. But come on, all your stuff’s here. You left with nothi—.” (Gerard, who clearly got cut off)

Message 5: “I don’t know where that last one left off, but you left with nothing but the clothes on your back! Where are you going to go Frank? You have nowhere.” (Gerard. He really had no idea when he just needed to shut up)

Message 6: “Dude, we’re in the middle of a tour! You can’t just ditch like this! Whatever happened with you and Gee, working it out can wait till a better time. Gee already talked to Brian; there’s no getting a replacement with this short of notice. Come back, for the fans.” (Mikey)

Message 7: “Frank, we have to get back on the road tomorrow. There’s no more delaying. You gotta come back, dude. I can’t play this thing without your part.” (Ray)

Frank looked at the date of the last message. It was received the day before. He had kept his phone off to avoid just this. Guilt was clawing at his insides. Yeah, Gerard was a sick jerk, but that wasn’t the fault of any of the other guys. It certainly wasn’t the fans’ fault either. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Too late now…” he muttered to himself. The bus would have been gone by then. Even if it wasn’t, he wasn’t positive he could find his way back. The night he left he had just run in no particular direction. And the cold, hard truth was that Gerard was right: he had nowhere to go. He was thinking hotel before discovering that his money was back in the bus. On top of that, he was in an unfamiliar area. He had no friends around.

Frank bashed his head back on the wall of the alleyway he was crouched in. Why couldn’t anything just be simple? He thought he had finally found something with My Chem. He thought it was a band he could go places with and actually make last. He still wished that was true. But how do you go back to someone like Gerard? Someone who took advantage of you in such a terrible way. Someone that….No, he wouldn’t let himself think that. It wasn’t a possible thought.

He owed them something, though. He could at least call them, let them know he was alright. But who to call? Perhaps Ray. He was sensible…A little too sensible. Frank didn’t want Gerard knowing of the contact, but there was no way Ray would keep a secret. Then there was Bob, but Frank had never liked Bob. Honestly, he spent a lot of the time on stage trying to get him to quit the band. (You didn’t honestly think all those times falling into him were accidents, did you?)
That left Mikey. Could be a good idea. After all, he had a head on his shoulders, and he could probably keep something from Gerard. Couldn’t he? Isn’t that what younger siblings are good at? He really didn’t have any other options. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number with shaky fingers.

“Hello?” Mikey’s voice was thick with sleep.

“Mikey, before you say anything stupid I don’t want the others knowing I called.”

“You….why?” He said, clearly struggling to make sense of the words.

“Because your brother is a sick fuck and I don’t want him knowing where I am. Obviously,” Frank replied, slightly irritated.

“Since when is Gee a sick fuck? Are you going to explain anything to me?”

“Not likely. I want to know one thing: Did you guys really leave without me?”

“Leave without you? No. Did someone say we did?”

“Yeah, Ray. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I need you to bring me my things.”

“Frank, you aren’t seriously leaving are you? At least wait until after the tour. Don’t let this be like with Matt.”

At that, Frank winced. He hadn’t made the comparison before. When he thought about it, though, Mikey was right. He was abandoning them. The tour would be held up, just like when Matt left, and the fans would be disappointed. And My Chem was nothing if not fan oriented.

“Mikey, don’t pull that card. Please don’t pull that card. This is completely different. If you knew what Gerard did….”

“Then why not tell me what Gerard did?”

“I don’t want you to hate your brother. Just bring my things to,” He paused as he crawled out of the alley to look at a street sign, “South 95th street. I’ll meet you there. And don’t tell Gerard!” He hung up before Mikey could protest and make him feel worse.

Frank sat back to wait. In the time that he had before Mikey arrived, he was able to do a lot of thinking. In this thinking, things that he never wanted to consider surfaced. In his mind he saw the day his old band Pencey Prep was introduced to My Chemical Romance. Back then, it was just Ray, Gerard, Mikey, and the old drummer, Matt Pelisier. He remembered how he immediately took to the dark haired singer. They really were instant friends, getting along in every aspect he could remember.

He was only nineteen at the time. That made him young and impressionable, and the first impression he got of Mr. Gerard Way was beauty. When he looked at Gerard, he felt he was viewing a god. When he heard his voice, he was almost positive an angel had come down to serenade him. He found himself very much looking forward to the times when the two bands would practice together.

He had been sad when Pencey Prep disbanded, mostly because of the lack of contact he felt would come between him and MCR. Imagine his surprise when they asked him to join them when they were in the middle of recording an album. He was ecstatic. His favorite band and idols had just invited them to be a part of that. He wasted no time in accepting and getting with them. Filled with passion, he had even written parts for himself to some of the songs. And they loved them!

As the years passed and they toured, he grew even closer to Gerard. He began to view him as a brother, an older sibling who gave him guidance and comfort. It was something he had always wanted. Then they had written the kiss on the cheek in for the “I’m Not Okay” video and he had gotten a bit confused. Did he make it seem like he had feelings for Gerard? That wasn’t his intent. He just wanted a brother.

Then Gerard started getting…iffy…onstage. He would grab Frank randomly and begin kissing him fiercely. Sometimes he would grind against him, lost in a moment of musical passion. At first he had gone along with it just because the fans went nuts when it happened. Then, he decided that it did get out excess energy that he had before spent on trying to kill Bob with various objects, including his body. He began to instigate moments with Gerard, not meaning anything by it, just wanting to release his adrenaline.

He thought that was all he had with the singer. They used each other for release. It never went past the stage. After shows they went back to being the carefree, easygoing friends they always were. Didn’t it? Frank thought just a bit harder. He would often catch Gerard staring at him after he had gotten lost in thought. Perhaps the older male had harbored feelings for him all along. But did he return those feelings? He didn’t think so. Then again, there was the last tour they went on. Somewhere in there he had…..started….to like the things him and Gee did.

His breath caught in his throat at this realization. Somewhere along the line, Gerard had evolved from a brother figure to an attraction. He couldn’t fathom that fact. It made no sense…Except that it made perfect sense. If it was the truth, then Gerard wasn’t lying. He had actually dreamed of him. He thought of all the mornings he had awoken with cum-filled pants. He thought he was just dreaming about a girl. Could it have been Gerard all along?

“Frank you fuck-up,” He said to himself, “You’re in love with Gerard and you just shoved him away!”

“’Bout time you figured it out,” a smooth voice said from the entrance to the alley. Frank’s head shot up and he saw Gerard standing there, “Did you really think Mikey wouldn’t tell me? I was worried sick about you I—.”

He was unable to get any more words out, because Frank had rushed him and clamped his lips shut with his own…

Notes

Oh. My. Franking. Gee. You have no idea how hard this was to write. I'm a dialogue type of person. Writing a scene that was mostly one person tested my skill. But I did it! Hooray for me!
Anyway, only one more chapter. That's it. Then you really do get no more. Sorry...