Silently

"Ah, sorry." Frank mumbled as he ran right into the solid chest of a man.
"That's alright." The man giggled. Giggled. That voice.Fuck.
"Never mind. I take my sorry back." Frank took about three steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're in the way."
"Why do you hate me so much?" Gerard pouted, removing a flask from his coat.
"Because I can. Who even uses a flask anymore?"
"Me. It was my grandmother's." Gerard got this ghost of a smile on his face as he ran his thumb across the small engraving in the middle of the shiny metal.
"Great. Can you move now?" Frank huffed, staring down the taller man.
"You, Frank Iero, are an asshole." Gerard snapped, crossing his arms. "I buy you coffee, I even told you about my mother dying and you're STILL nothing but an asshole." And with that the older male turned and walked away, leaving Frank alone with his mouth slightly ajar.
....
Now Frank was worried. Two whole weeks Gerard didn't show up to buy anything. He didn't even stop buy to annoy Frank. His gut was twisting in painful knots as he realizes he must've really upset the other. He didn't know why it mattered so much to him, but after being set in his place it did.
After hours of painstakingly watching the clock his shift was over for the night. Sure, it was 9:45 at night but he didn't spend three solid hours of figuring out where Gerard lived for nothing. He grabbed his bag and headed out, getting lost at least four times before reaching the black, intimidating house.
Frank timidly knocked on the door only to hear shouting on the other end. The door was thrown open by a middle aged women in a tight party dress, her hand in her hip.
"Who the fuck are you?" She snapped, staring down Frank through the screen door separating them.
"Uh..My name's Frank. Is Gerard Way home?"
"Don't you dare ever associate me with that faggot!" She hissed, slamming the door. More shouted followed and Frank found him rooted to the spot. The door opened again, softly this time.
"Hey, man, sorry. That was my mom. What's up?" A much younger man came out this time, sitting on the steps by Frank's feet. Frank took a seat next to him and sighed.
"Is Gerard home?" He asked shyly, scared at being yelled again.
"Why are you looking for my brother?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I'm Frank Iero, he may have mentioned me-"
"Don't you hate Gee?"
" I guess he has, then." Frank chuckled dryly. "Yes, well, no. I hate his choices but not him." Frank was lost in this man's eyes, the bright hazel that was shining in the moon light was perfect.
"Why do you want to see them? Frank ignored the question.
"Isn't Gerard's mother dead?" He asked instead of answering.
"Yes. That was my mother."
"But-"
"Stepbrothers. We're closer than real brothers though so we identify as full brothers." The younger Way shrugged. "Now why do you want to see Gerard?"
"I work at the comic book store a while back-"
"I know." He interrupted.
"well we sort of got into a fight a couple weeks ago and I was worried because I haven't seen him since."
"Gerard's in the hospital."
Frank's heart sunk. What?

Notes

Sorry for not updating WRITER'S BLOCK SUCKS
Originally Gerard was just going to appear in Frank's house but I think I like this better
I'm sorry