Broken but perfect

I walked into our house, and Misha was sitting on the couch talking to Jensen, the fucking drug dealer.

‘’Geraaaard.’’ Jensen said, obviously pretty stoned

‘’Hey assbut.’’ Misha said standing up and walking to me

‘’Don’t call be assbut, Misha.’’ I snapped

‘’Ooh, feisty today aren’t we, little Gee?’’ he smirked, knowing I hated people calling me Gee, even Frank

‘’Fuck off. I’m gonna go change, I’ll be right back.’’ I said walking into my bedroom.

I had just taken off my pants, when Misha decided to walk in.

‘’Fuck!’’ I exclaimed as he took of his shirt and threw it on the ground. he didn’t say anything, he just walked over to me and kissed me. Kissing turned into fucking and moaning. Suddenly, Frank didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t the guy I was in love with, he was just… Frank. Right now Misha was important to me. Misha fucking Collins, the guy with a sexy voice and body, the guy I fucking lived with, the guy I was replacing Frank with. This was all fucked up, but then again I’m the fucking poster boy for fuckups.

‘’Told you you wanted to have sex with me.’’ he smirked. Before getting up his kissed me carefully on the neck, then on my chest and stood up.

‘’Yeah, Misha this can’t happen again. I love Frank, I’ve never felt like I do when I talk to him and when I’m with him. I can’t love him and fuck you at the same time.’’ I said standing up. I put on some shorts and then sat on the bed. I have to fucking remember to wash my goddamn sheets now.

‘’I know, Gerard. I love you, but you obviously really love him, I’m not gonna get in the way of that.’’ he said putting his pants on. He walked out the door and I followed. Before walking out I looked in the mirror at my sexhair, and hated myself for doing that. I walked out and ran into Misha, who was staring at something. I followed his gaze and he was staring at a certain Frank Iero, standing in the kitchen entrance.

‘’Ger-Gerard?’’ Frank stuttered
‘’Frank?! What the hell are you doing here?’’ I asked trying to process what the fuck was happening

‘’I needed to talk to you but you weren’t at your house so I asked asked Brendon and he said that you fucking lived here. What the fuck were you doing with Misha?’’ he asked angrily

‘’I-I-I’’

‘’So you try to kill yourself and take pill and do cocaine because you saw me kissing a girl, then you fuck Misha?’’ he said staring at me like he wanted to kill me

‘’Frank, I-I’m so sorry.’’

‘’Gerard, what the fuck?’’

‘’Frank, fuck. I fucked up, I fucked up. I’m sorry. I… fuck.’’ I said walking towards him. He walked away from me and out the door. He started walking down the street but I caught up to him, and grabbed his wrist.

‘’Frank, please don’t leave. I love you, not Misha, you.’’

‘’Gerard, you had sex with Misha and you fucking live with him. How the fuck am I supposed to trust you or him?’’

‘’Can we talk about it? Please.’’ I begged. I didn’t want him to leave me, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He sighed ‘’Okay, Gerard. BUt I’m not going back in there.’’

‘’You don’t have to. Come on.’’ I said taking his hand and walked to my car

‘’Do you want me to drive?’’ he asked before getting inside the car

‘’No, I got it.’’ I said opening the door for him. He got inside and I walked over to the driver side of the car. I got inside, turned on the car and started driving to my ‘house’.

I unlocked the door and let Frank walk in before me. He sat down on the couch and I sat next to him.

‘’I’m fucking sorry, Frank. I fucked up, I fucked up really bad this time. Fuck.’’ I said putting my face in my hands. I felt Franks arms wrap around me. I lifted my head and lifted my arm and he buried his head in my chest, and started to cry.

‘’I’m sorry, Gerard, I made you feel this way. I made you want to kill yourself and cut yourself. You wanted to forget about what I did so you did drugs and drank. I’m sorry, Gerard.’’ he said through his sobs

‘’What? This isn’t your fault. You didn’t drag that blade across my neck or arms. You didn;t make me do those pills or drink the alcohol. You definitely didn’t make me have sex with Misha. So none of this is because of you Frank. They were all my stupid, and idiotic decisions.’’ I said but he continued to cry into my bare chest. ‘’Frank, please don’t cry. It’s not your fault.’’ I was terrible at comforting people when they were crying, especially Frank. I hated hearing him cry. ‘’I love you.’’ I said hoping that would make him feel better.

‘’I love you too.’’ he said still not removing his head from my chest. ‘’Do you think I could spend the night? I really don’t want to go home.’’

‘’Yeah, of course.’’

‘’Thanks.’’ he said quietly ‘’Gerard?’’ he asked hugging me tighter

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Are we dating now?’’

‘’I don’t know but just in case. Frank Iero, will you be my boyfriend?’’ I sounded pathetic but I didn’t know how else to put it

‘’Yes, Gerard Way.’’ he said smiling. He finally lifted his head off my chest . He kissed me once and stood up ‘’Do you mind if I take a shower?’’

‘’Yeah s-’’ I started to say but was interrupted my my phone going off in my pocket. I took it out and read the notification, and frowned.

‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’It’s Misha.’’ I said, and the phone went off again ‘’And Jensen.’’

‘’Of course it is.’’

‘’Frank-’’

‘’No, go ahead and talk to him, Gerard.’’ he said emphasizing my name with anger. He walked away towards the bathroom and slammed the door, he was definitely mad. Damn it.

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