What are you doing to me?

As soon as I parked the car in our drive way, Frank had started bitching at me again.
"Really- what the fuck's your deal?"
"You know how I feel towards him, I let it go when you said that you've only talked to him once- I really did. But, as soon as I pull up to pick you up, I am greeted with my boyfriend laughing while some guy eye fucks you." I said as calmly as I could manage, but he was really pissing me off with that innocent act.
"Bull-fucking-shit you let it go, you complete dickhead! Do you recall what happened the last time we talked about Oliver? Because I strictly remember you getting all possessive and not letting the subject go after I told you the truth." he promised we were good after I apologized! He said he forgave me!

Before I could manage to get a response out, he was already out of the car and stomping into the house. I followed quickly after, determined to make him see things from my point of view.
"That's not fucking fair! I told you-"
"And you accusing me of fucking cheating on you is? Gerard- Oliver's fucking straight. Hetero. We were laughing at the bad special effects in Twilight! Fucking Christ, man!" he threw his arms in the air and made an exasperated sound. "I really wish you would trust me, yknow?" he said quietly before going into our room.


I decided to give him a few hours to cool off before talking to him. I can't help that I get jealous over the thought of anyone else making Frank smile. Its like being a toddler and noticing that your parents' attention is elsewhere, so you throw a tantrum or two just to get their attention back on you. It's not even just the jealousy that had set me into a frenzy, but the fact that Frank was so quick to jump up and say we'll attend Oliver's party. Like he was desperate to see him again, or something. I mean, how many times has Frank claimed to be uncomfortable during parties? So, why be quick to jump and say you'll go to one?

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When I walked into the room, I saw Frank sitting at the desk, looking angrier than before. I stood behind the desk chair and waited for him to say something.
"I don't get it, Gerard. I really don't." his voice was tight with anger.
"Get what, Frank?" I replied coolly.
"That I'm the broken one, yet you constantly act like you are. Please explain that to me, because I'm fucking fed up with it."

I really didn't know how to answer, I mean I get what he's saying, but I don't really act like I'm broken- do I? Sure I get jealous and I'm insecure and scared that he's gonna leave me for someone better looking, but I don't act broken. He cleared his throat and spin the chair around to look at me, "Well?"
"I honestly don't know how to respond to that, Frankie, I really don't. I can't help the fact that I get jealous, or the fact that I'm scared you'll eventually leave me for someone better than I am. I didn't mean for us to fight, I was just jealous and being an idiot. I'm sorry."
He looked at me for a really long fucking time before saying, "I accept your apology. Now, what do you want to eat? Because I'm fuckin starving."


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While we were eating, I looked at him, "are we really going to his party on Friday?"
He stopped eating and looked at me, "Yes. I already acceoted, it would be rude not to go. You don't have to go if you don't want to, but I did say we were going so.." he trailed off.
"No, no. I'll go with you. Only for like, what, half an hour or so?"
"Sure." and that was that.

The rest of the evening was spent in silence- up until I got in his pants for the second time that day.

Notes

Sorry for the delay, but I don't have any wifi and my data takes like 10 fucking years to upload one thing. I will, however, update a chapter later tonight- if I get the chance.

Thank you all for being so patient with me and for continuing to read this story, it means more than I can say.
- xo cellabrationaf