Making It Up

We just sat there for a while, the three of us, Patrick drinking in the story the two of us knew oh so well, apart from a few blank spaces that I hadn't heard, which shocked me equally. I felt fucking horrendous, and I bet I looked it. Every so often Gerard would look to me whilst telling it, like I could comfort him whilst re-living the pain that I caused, like I could console him. We just sat there, waiting.

"So, why are you trying to help him? If you hated him so much, why help? Why even come here if you know you make him want to end it by looking at you?" Patrick finally asked, giving me an angry and confused look.

"I was wrong, and I fucking hate myself for it, I'd switch our places right now if I could. I don't hate him, i'm not sure if I ever did. I was wrong and I now I want to help fix him, If he'll let me" I said in hushed tones as I glanced at Gerard when I delivered the last part of my sentence. He was watching me the whole time. He flashed me a tiny comforting smile, I knew Patrick was watching.

"Right, okay, fine." Patrick's tone softened as he turned to Gerard "Gerard, do you believe him, do you really think it was all just teenage angst" Patrick asked, his tone seemingly skeptical.

"y-yeah, I-I do, I was a-angry at first too and I d-didn't get it, and I wanted to k-kill him, then I thought why I c-couldn't, why I..." he trailed off, hesitation in his eye's, he was holding something back, but neither of us were about to push him about it after all that had happened. At this point Pete knocked on the door, Patrick gestured him in through the partially open door. When he entered the room he read the mood, and sat down cautiously, and I could feel his eye's on me.

"P-pete before you assume a-anything, he's not here on bad terms anymore, he wants to help" he became more confident with his words, thankfully becoming more confident about our situation. Pete looked annoyed, his eye's darting between the both of us.

"Gerard, how can you be alright with him? You fucking.....drank fucking bleach man" he said hesitantly, hushing his voice as he came to last part "I don't think I'm okay with it, what if he's lying, I mean I obviously don't know the full story, but...fuck, it must've been bad how can you forgive so easily?" Pete asked straining his voice, fuck he hated me, I hated my self.

"Its not that simple, its just not, you haven't been around for all of it, you haven't heard it all. He's going to help" Gerard said said confidently "I need you to support this, you mean a lot to me already, both of you, you're the first real friends i've had, well, ever." he mumbled as he looked down at his feet.

"Fuck, Gerard, I don't know. I want to trust your judgment, but how can I after what i've heard" asked Patrick, his tone softening after Gerard's confession.

"I think i've seen enough to make a judgement, something running this deep can't be cured by a simple "sorry" said Pete, his fists clenched, not a promising action.

"I know, I know it doesn't, I understand that. But let me stay, let us talk. Gerard and I. We need this" I tried to win it back to my side, but Pete stayed with fists clenched.

"Every time you talk, all I see is Gerard lying there, in the bathroom, CHOKING" as he emphasised on the last word he stood up and moved toward's me, I stood up as quick as I could.

"Pete don't" Blurted out Gerard.

"I'LL FUCK YOU UP LIKE YOU FUCKED HIM UP"

Notes

eyyyy hallo all, I wish i could write bigger better chapters *sigh* cuz ur all so nice :'), but here you go, gerd, fronk, petey and patty sittin' down for a good old fashioned fight and a lil cri, my good friend ren is gunna bring u a chapter that is too good for words :D

love from gossipsloth xoxo