Don`t make me jealous, Gerard.

"Oh, right." I shuffled on my feet and looked away for a few seconds.
"Are you okay Frank?" Ray questioned.
"I'm okay, trust me. I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." I turned and walked out, trying to ignore Ray's gaze burning into the back of my neck. I set the taps running and let my tears gather.

-Gerard's P.O.V-
"Aw man, am I late?" I remarked as I entered the studio. I glanced around quickly. Frank's backpack, but no Frank.
"Jesus Gerard, you're 30 minutes late!" Bob complained.
"What'd they put in your Starbucks this morning?" I chuckled and adjusted my mic stand.
"Nothing I didn't have any."
"Then that is probably why you're so grouchy, where's Frank?"
"Toilet." Ray answered. "Aren't you meant to be bed bound with flu?" I glanced at Mikey in confusion and saw him biting his lip.
"Oh! No, I was tired and didn't want to leave my haunted bed."
"Your bed isn't haunted Gerard." Ray commented.
"Everything is haunted, Ray Toro, even your hair. We have a visitor coming in 10 minutes by the way."
"That's cool." Ray replied, obviously not listening. I turned and noticed Frank tuning his guitar in the corner. He looked up at me. Frank was drenched from head to toe and had most likely been crying.

-Frank P.O.V-
What is he doing here? Isn't he meant to be ill? Just then the door swung open.
"Gee!" A female voice squealed. A girl with wavy blonde hair and blazing blue eyes ran at Gerard and pounced on him. I did that with Gerard once.
"Hey! Guys, this is my girlfriend, Helena."
"Hey Helena." They all said in unison, I sat there and ignored her presence. I did that with Gerard once, wait.
"How long have you guys been dating?" I questioned her.
"Only since 11 last night but he's perfect." She was clinging onto his arm, weighing Gerard down. Did Gerard seriously replace me with a squealing 6-year-old female?
"That's really great." Bob said sweetly, too sweetly for Gerard's comfort.
"I brought doughnuts!" Helena squealed again. Rubbing my ears, I continued to mess around with my guitar. Now she has definitely gained everyone's love, not mine.
"Do you want one Frank?" Helena stood in front of me with puppy dog eyes etched into her face.
"No thank you."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"You really sure?"
"I don't want one thanks."
"You really really sure?"
"Piss off! I don't want your fucking doughnuts or for you to be within a 5 mile radius of me so go away please!"
"I'm sorry Frank, I didn't-"
"GO AWAY!" Helena scuttled back to Gerard. Everyone stared at me in shock. I looked at Gerard, our eyes met then he reached down and explored Helena'd mouth with his tongue. We did that once. I stood and threw my guitar at Gerard, knocking him backwards. I let him stare as my tears fell onto the carpet when I ran out the door.

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