Frank Stop Staring

Frank was kicking a rock while he and Gerard were making their way down the school's parking lot.
They were so close to finishing up their song. It had been two weeks since they started it, and Gerard was still very busy trying to get all the wedding stuff together whilst Bert didn’t do much to help.
"Here,“ Gerard hands him a piece of paper, "It’s my number, call me if you ever need anything. You know with the song in all or just school work.” He smiled.
"Oh thanks,“ Frank felt weird accepting it, but he knew it was only because Gerard wanted to make sure things were going well with him.
"I better be going, Bert and I are going out to dinner tonight.” Gerard unlocked his car.
"Well have a great time!“ Frank waved Gerard off.
Frank felt weird with Gerard now. Suddenly it was like he was shutting him out or something. In fact, these past few weeks have been so clouded; he hasn't talked to anyone but Gerard. And Jamia's been busy with college. It was almost like the world forgot about Frank. Still kicking the rock, Frank made his way to his car.
Through the drive, Frank couldn't stop feeling empty, he felt urges to just keep driving past the town and into nowhere where no one would know him. But like always, he parked his car at the restaurant, starting his shift at work.
Lately, Frank hasn’t been very good about going to work on time and immediately after he came into work Hen confronted him about it.
"Frank, What's the deal? Why haven't you been coming into work on time?” Hen says, his arms crossed.
"I ju-."
"No, no excuses. You promised that was your last time and I'm afraid that when you're eighteen you're going to be the same." Hen interrupted.
"I'm sorry, please don't fire me..." Frank pleaded, "You know I have no where to go. You know what I've been through, so please I won't be the same." Frank said, not feeling like these were the words he was saying.
"I'm sorry, that was the last straw. I'm going to have to fire you." Hen got up, trying to lead Frank out.
"No," Frank fought back, pushing him aside, "Fuck you! Fuck you! It's all your fault! I'm gonna lose everything I've worked so hard for! Go to Hell asshole!" He left, flipping Hen off.
Frank shoved everyone aside that he saw, he got in his car and drove off.
He lost himself and he didn't know what to do.
So he dialed the number and waited for a reply.
"H-hey Gerard," Frank sniffled.
"Frank? Are you okay?" Gerard asked, a guy's voice calling for him in the back round.
"No, I'm not okay..." Frank cried.
"Where are you?" Gerard shuffled around, trying to find his car keys.
"I'm driving to my apartment..." Frank replied, having a hard time seeing the road.
"Okay...Frank, would you please pull over your car?" Gerard wanted to get him off the road before anything else bad happened.
Frank pulled over and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"I want you to breathe for me, Okay? Can you do that?"
"Yes..." Frank's voice quivered.
"Just calm down, I'll be there in a second." Gerard kept on the call, but muted himself.
"Hey babe, rain check?" Gerard asked Bert.
"What for?" Bert questioned.
"My friend is in trouble, please I need to help him." Gerard answered, his voice shaken with worry.
"I guess..." Bert said, disappointed.
"I'm sorry, this is really important to me," He got back on the phone, "Frank, Are you still there?"
"Yeah," He coughed out, "It's just hard."
"What's hard?" Gerard rushes to his car, turing on the engine.
"Feeling like everyone's forgotten you."
"Oh Frank, no one's forgotten you. Life just sometimes-"
"Sometimes what? Gerard?" Frank says, pissed off that Gerard trying to do life quotes on him.
"Sometimes life isn't fucking fair okay, Frank? And I'm sorry that life kicks your ass, but you know what that was the same for me and I know how you feel because god dammit I feel the same way too. And I know you're not okay, trust me I do. But don't get caught up in the way you feel, you need to talk to someone about it or you'll freak the fuck out like this. Just wait a minute or two and I'll be there..." Gerard finishes, breathing hard.
"Okay..." He didn't know what to say, Gerard was right. Frank needed to stop holding in all his frustration and just talk to someone about it.
The rest of the call was silent.

Notes

This chapter was so hard to write and i don't know why, I think its because I hate Gerard being with bert but i know it won't be like that forever, I just hate writing it.
(this is the updated version)

- XOXO fqomb.