- Gerard's pov-

I ran after Frank as soon as he sprinted out of the room. Or maybe he walked, I couldn't see anything. I had tears in my eyes, how could I have upset him so much within a 30 second time interval?
I got to the kitchen to see both of my brothers looking angrily at me. "Where did he go? Please tell me he didn't leave. Oh my god, I'm so fucked up. Guys, please", I pleaded with them. I had to make this right- I love him with all of my heart.
"Why the fuck do you care? Are you gonna be a possesive, controlling dickwad?" Ray was the first one to snap at me.
"I- I just. I need to talk to him, I have to make this right. You guys, please." I started crying really hard now.
"No, Gerard! Give him time to fucking calm down. You need to calm down too."
I shook my head stubbornly. "Need to apologize first.. Make him understand how stubborn I am..." I started walking towards my car keys.
"Gerard, sit your ass down. We're going to fucking talk to you." that was the strictest I've ever heard my baby brother talk towards... Really anyone.
"Only if you promise to tell me where Frank is."


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Once I learned he was in the guest bedroom, I ran down the hallway and knocked. I didn't hear anything, until I heard him shuffle.
"Go away.."
"Baby, baby, please come out and hear me out."
"No. Go away."
"Please"
"No!" I heard him start crying again. I figured he wasn't going to come out anytime soon, so I sat down in front of the door. My eyes were starting to droop, and I thought about what I could've done wrong. I took what Mikes and Ray said into consideration- but I still couldn't put the puzzle pieces together.
I started crying, and eventually fell asleep.

- Frank's pov-

I stopped crying, and heard Gerard stop crying too. Maybe he left. I need to get away for a few days. Like a week or so.
But where? My mom left to New York. My dad hasn't talked to me since I was 10. I didn't really have any family around me.... Except for my grandparents!
I called them and asked if I could stay over there for the week.
"Sure thing, Paco! Just for the week?"
"Yeah, grandma. If that's cool with you guys?"
"Don't be silly, of course it's okay with us! When will you be here?"
I paused. I didn't wanna see Gerard, and I needed to talk to the guys about what happened. "Maybe around 8?"
"Great, see you then, Paco" I hung up and went to open the door.

When I opened it, I was met with a passed out Gerard. He was curled up by the door. I threw a blanket on him and looked at his face. He had tear stains down his cheeks, his lips pressed into a tight frown, his eyebrows furrowed sadly.
I ignored the sight and went to find Mikey and Ray.
They were in the living room watching tv.
"Hey, guys? I have to talk to you two." their heads snapped in my direction.
"Sure, c'mere", Ray scooted so that there was a space between him and Mikey.
"What's up, dude?"
"I'm sure you heard me and Gerard this afternoon, and probably heard us again an hour ago.."
They nodded. "We talked to him, and seemed to get through."
I waved that off. It isn't what I came to talk to them about. "Yeah... But that's not what I came out here to tell you guys. I'm going to go to my grandparent's house for a week. I can't be here right now. I was so terrified, I didn't know what to do. And I don't think it'll be so good for Gerard and I to be in the same house as each other, either. So, to spare you guys from hearing us scream at one another, and to attempt to save my relationship, I'm gonna stay over there for the week. My phone will be turned off, so there won't be any use trying to call me. But please don't let Gerard know where I am. He's passed out right now, so I took the opportunity to come talk to you guys and then leave. Its easier yknow?" they nodded. "Great, well, I should go pack and then leave. I have to be there by 8."
"Alright. Be careful, Frankie." it was extremely rare when anyone but Gerard called me that.

I headed to the bedroom and threw anything I might need for the week in a bag. I washed my face and tried to make it look like I haven't been crying all day. I was trying to hurry so that Gerard didn't see me leave.


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When I got to my grandparents house, it was 7:45. That gave me 15 minutes to myself.
What did Mikey and Ray tell Gerard? I mean, if it got through to him, great- but what was it? I suppose it wouldn't matter, just as long as Gerard had changed from that awful person.
It was one thing to hear about your boyfriend being a scary person- But it was a whole other thing to see it. And to have it directed at you was even worse.
And why wouldn't he trust me? I trust him. I believed him when he told me there wasn't anything going on with him and Steve- and he actually slept with him. So, why was it so difficult for him to trust me when I haven't said but one word to Oliver? Its not like I fucked him, or vice versa.
I need to stop before my brain starts thinking of other things..

I sighed and got off of the car. My grandma was already waiting for me at the door.
"Frank! Oh, it's been so long! I've missed you" She trapped me in a rib crushing hug and kissed my head.
"Have you eaten yet? Your grandpa went to sleep already, so it's just you and me. I can cook you something, if you'd like."
"I haven't eaten since this morning. I can eat a sandwich or something, you don't have to make me something."
"Nonsense. Sit down and I'll cook you fish tacos. and what's going on? Why haven't you eaten since this morning?"
"Its a long story. But I need your advice anyway, so I'll start from the begining, if that's alright with you?"
"Go right ahead. I'll just cook while you talk, kay?"
I nodded before taking a deep breath and jumping right in to the story.

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When I was done, I was crying again, and she took a deep breath.
"Oh, boy. That is rather difficult. But let me ask you something first: is this Gerard's first time being in love with anybody?"
"Yes, or that's what he says."
She nodded while taking a bite of her own fish taco.
"Well, that can be it. Maybe he's scared of these feelings And acts out- or maybe he doesn't know how to express these feelings towards you. All you have to do is be patient with him and tell him right from wrong."
"Yeah, but when he uses that tone, it strikes so much fear into me. I can't move or think with how scared I am. It reminds me of how Jorge used to be around me. I can't be in another toxic relationship, grandma, I can't. The first one nearly killed me- but two? That's a bit much."
She nodded, "but, do you love him?"
"Yes, more than anything."
"Then that should be enough for you to sit down and talk to him about everything." she cleared our plates from the table and started washing them.
"Yeah, but-"
"Just, trust me, Paco. I've been married for the last 50 years to my first love. When something valuable is broken, do you toss it or fix it?"
"You fix it."
"The same thing with a relationship. Just sleep on it, you're here for a week, so you have plenty of time to think about it. And if you do break it off with him, you can always stay here. But please keep in mind that he may not know how to express his love or jealousy yet. He's like a child, you have to show him. Especially since you have more experience with those emotions than he does. Now, its getting late, go on and get some rest. Your old bedroom is still the way you left it, make yourself at home. And remember what I said", she gave me a kiss on the cheek and nudged me towards the stairs.

Everything she said was right, in a way. Maybe I won't break it off , maybe I won't stay the whole week. I started to feel hopeful for the future of my relationship. After all, everything broken can be fixed, right?

Notes

Hmm, foreshadowing or not? Idek, man.
Whew, dandy! 30 chapters! This is the most I've ever been dedicated to anything in my life. This is gr100

- xo cellabrationaf