Frank’s POV
Gerard had been gone all night and I was really worried about him, but the lack of a phone call really pissed me off. He knew I’d be waiting for him. He knew I’d be here when he got back. I really wanted to apologize for how I had reacted when he had asked me to hang out with him and Bert. I’m not going to lie, I was really jealous of all the attention he was getting from my man. I just don’t think that if Bert made a move and Gerard turned him down, that he’d respect gee’s boundaries. Bert was a cool guy, but he was a problem waiting to happen.
It was mid day and we were talking about leaving to head to our next show but Gerard still wasn’t back. When he finally came in I could just tell something wasn’t right, “I’m so sorr-“ he began.
“Gerard you look like death,” I cut him off pull back as he advanced for a hug.
“Well good morning to you too,” he scowled bitterly.
“What happened to you? Where’ve you been?” I threw one question at him after another.
“I was with Bert we got really drunk and I passed out,” he shrugged going straight to the fridge, he pulled out his iced coffee from the day before and a bag of chips.
“You don’t look like you just got drunk,” I looked at him skeptical.
“What are you accusing me of Frank?!” Gerard snapped at me.
“Nothing, nothing,” I sighed and didn’t press anymore, that was the end of it. I didn’t apologize for my actions and neither did he.

Notes

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