Frank’s POV
Gerard was getting sober and after seventeen days he was, but I was just waiting for him to crack. I wanted things to be the way they were, Gerard and I’s relationship, not the drugs and all, but I wanted to trust him again. I wanted to know things between he and I were okay again. I wanted to be with him again. I wanted the rough kisses on stage again, making the crowd roar. I missed fooling around back stage. It was a lot of change for me, and at this point I was reminded of the time when Gerard and I weren’t sure where we stood. When we avoided each other, clinging to the girls, to assure ourselves of who we were. And without him, I wasn’t really sure who I was, he and this band had turned into my identity and I didn’t know what to do without him anymore. Regardless, I also knew I couldn’t go back without regaining that trust. And sure, eventually I did, but things weren’t the same. Mainly, during the rest of revenge, I stayed on my side of the stage. I was really bitter most of the time I would go to bed early, and stay in when the guys when out. I was alone a lot of the time, feeling bad for myself, and mostly being pathetic. I did this for about six months and it became really unhealthy. Mentally and physically, I got really thin, and I didn’t lift weights like I had used to, I was becoming really lazy and my body rapidly deteriorated.
I knew the guys had noticed when I used to say I didn’t want to with hem, they would just let it go, but eventually they pushed and they pressed, practically begging me to go out with them. I didn’t want Mikey to beg, I didn’t want ray or bob to beg, I wanted Gerard to beg. I wanted him to feel bad, feel guilty because of what this had turned me into, I wanted him to know that I wasn’t the “Frankie” everyone knew and loved anymore because of what he had done. But most of all, I wanted him to miss me.
I had it all planned out, Gerard would stay behind as all the guys left to go to the diner. He’d apologize for everything he did, every blow of pain he had caused me. He’d apologize every night that the guys went out until I forgave him. We would sit embracing each other, watching a movie as Gerard told me how horrible his life had been without me. How much he had missed me. He would tell me every hateful thing he had said to Bert because of what he had dragged him into. And then we’d sleep together, not in a sexual sense, but in a peaceful sense, like we used to when I was still with my parents, I would lay with my head on his chest as he played with my hair, as his other hand drummed on my arm. And we’d sleep, peacefully as all our problems melted away.

Gerard’s POV
I didn’t beg Frank to come out like the guys did. He was keeping his space and after what I had put him through, who wouldn’t want space. While I was getting sober I only preformed with Bert, I n no way did I see him off stage.
There was one night when I did see him. We went to the diner, Frank was back on the bus, but I wish he had seen me do this, “where’ve ya been Gerard?” Bert walked over behind me when he spoke, “I miss our time together,” I could feel his eyes looking me over.
“I’ve need some time for myself, that’s all,” I spoke not turning around to face him. I really didn’t want to see him anywhere but on stage, I’m not sure that I could control myself anywhere else.
“Well now that you’ve taken it, why don’t you come out to play?” Bert let out a small awkward chuckle under his breath. I hadn’t turned around yet but I had this image of him in mind with him licking his lips like the joker and it just gives me chills.
“No Bert.”
“Oh c’mon Gerard our time together was fun,” Bert put his hand on my shoulder.
“No it wasn’t,” I whipped around; it most definitely was not fun. Unlike you, I don’t want my lie to rot away in front of my eyes, unlike you; I know there’s more to life than drugs and partying. I’m really trying to make things right with Frank. But after what we did together I don’t know that I can. I wouldn’t blame him if he left the band over it. I need you to leave me alone, Bert. I’m done, after this tour, I’m done.
“So that’s it? You’re just done? You think that because you haven’t had a drink in a month that you’re so cool? You think that because you’re Gerard fucking Way that you can walk out and abandon whoever the fuck you want? For some stupid boyfriend?”
“I’m Gerard fucking Way so I can do whatever it is I want. He’s not stupid,” I shook my head.
“No matter how strong you want to thin you are, the coke has you in it’s grasp, you’re not strong enough to fight it, especially not some faggot like you,” Bert spat at the ground.
“Hate to break the new to ya buddy,” I approached Bert putting my hand on his shoulder, then whispered, “We had sex, so from faggot to faggot? Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.” I then backed away. I turned around and went inside with Ray, Bob, and Mikey. As soon as we all entered the diner, they all patted me on the back, telling me they were proud and impressed by what I had done. I was just wishing Frank had seen it.

Notes

I like this one... but i seem to like everyone so i guess i should get more selective huh....