After The Break Up

Frank's P.O.V

I walked out of the practice studio and leaned against the wall. Looking round I noticed Gerard sat in his car, head back, staring at the car roof. I watched his chest go up and down as he breathed. I looked back at his perfect face. I just want to drag him into my arms. He jumps all of a sudden as his phone rings. He answers it then runs a hand through his hair. God he's so fucking sexy.

Gerard's P.O.V

I run my fingers through my hair as Lyn-z starts asking me questions.
Lyn-z: "So have you told Frank yet?"
I sigh. Why did I ever tell her how I feel about him?
Me: "No."
Lyn-z: "Why not?"
Me: "Because he's straight. He's not going to turn for me. And I can't fuck up the band by trying to get him to. He'll leave."
Lyn-z: "Trust me, Gee. Frank is gay."
Me: "Look thanks for trying to help. But it's not gonna happen."
Lyn-z: "Fuck the band. Your love life is more important. Tell him."
I can't help it, I just lose it.
Me: "Quit fucking butting into my love life. He isn't gay and he doesn't feel the same as I do. So drop the fucking subject."
I hang up and throw the phone onto the passenger seat. I run both hands through my hair then lower them to my knees, punching the steering wheel in the process. I'm such a fucking idiot. Why did I take it out on Lyn-z? It's not her fault.

Frank's P.O.V

I watch as Gerard punches the steering wheel. What's wrong with him? Maybe I should go over there? See if he's okay? Offer my help? I'd just decided that I would go over when he starts the engine and drives off. Another missed opportunity. Typical.

Notes

Too much thinking, Frank.xxx