(Frank's P.O.V.)

Ever since that one night at the bar two and half months ago, it's been one night stand after another. I was beginning to get out of control. I couldn't help myself. I turned to empty, meaningless sex with names or numbers barely exchanged.

"You need to stop, Frank. This isn't healthy. You can't keep having one night stands after another."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't stop. If this is what I have to do to keep my mind off of Gerard, then so be it." I pushed my chair back and huffed off to my room, slamming the door.

Later that night, there was another stranger writhing in pleasure from my touch. I was drinking constantly and fucking as many people as I damn well pleased.

I simply didn't have a care in the world. Not since I lost the best thing to ever happen to me. I changed, and I haven't changed for the better.

The next three months went on like this, casual sex with people's whose names I never learned until I woke up with the worst hang over I ever had and a man with black shoulder length hair in my bed.

This has to stop. Now.

I kicked the guy out of my bed, and out of the house. I showered and ripped the sheets and blankets from my bed. I tossed them into the washer, dumping in as much detergent as I could and turned the machine on.

I took off in my car to the nearest Starbucks and drove back home and plopped down on a chair on the back patio and lit my cigarette.

I need to get Gerard back.

****
(Gerard's P.O.V.)

I have casually been dating Adam from the diner, it wasn't anything serious yet. He truly is a great guy and he makes me laugh. Laughing is something I missed a lot.

Mikey was happy to see I moved on from Frank. It's what I had to do.

Adam took me on a proper dinner and a movie date. It was very cliche, but I didn't mind. We saw X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

Adam and I enjoyed the movie. I actually thought it was going to be disappointing, but it wasn't that bad.

I have $1,500 saved up right now and I have more money in my savings account. I hope to be out of this house within the next year.

Now if only my art would take off, I'd be in great shape. I've been painting a lot since I'm happier. But I doubt anything is going to sell. My paintings have been called mediocre but I don't care. I'll find buyers who actually appreciate what I do.

****
(Frank's P.O.V.)

I decided to begin my quest of trying to get Gerard back, but unfortunately it's going to be fifty times harder than I thought. I heard through a mutual friend of Gerard and I's that he is seeing someone.

Just my luck, right? That's not going to stop me..if he loves the dude it might be tougher. I'm not going to give up until Gerard is back where he belongs...with me.

I plan on calling Gerard later today, to catch up. To see how he's doing and stuff, while not making it obvious what I'm doing.

Although, I am not going to try to push his current beau out of the picture, I'm just going to do everything in my power to make Gerard realize how much I still love and need him.

But how am I going to do that is the question..

****
"Frank? Is that you?" Gerard asked, with clear disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah, Gee. It's Frank..how have you been?"
There was a brief moment of silence before he replied. "I'm good. Very good actually. How're you?"
I cringed at how happy he sounded. "That's good....I'm alright I guess."
"Just alright you say?"
I nodded even though Gerard wouldn't be able to see it. "It's just been tough, y'know? I'm still not over you, Gee."
Gerard sighed into the phone. "Frank... please don't do this."
"Do what? I'm only telling you the truth."
I could hear Gerard groan. "Look, you can't wit around for me forever, Frank..you and I are finished. Why can't you accept that?" His voice cracked like it does when he's on the verge of tears.
I could feel a lump forming in my throat. "I'm sorry, Gerard." With that said, I ended the call and hung my head and let the tears fall.


This is not over yet. I will change his mind somehow. He has to see how miserable I am without him.

****
Four days later, I called Gerard again and asked him to meet me at Starbucks to talk. Surprisingly, he agreed. Even though, he had no idea what we even have to talk about. Gerard thought there wasn't a whole lot we would say to each other. How, wrong that silly red haired man is.

I was the first to arrive at the coffee shop so I took the liberty of ordering two black coffees. Minutes later, Gerard came inside and my heart nearly leaped into my throat.

He has lost some weight, not that he needed to. His hair fell flawlessly around his face.He wore tight skinny jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt. He looked kinda nerdy and he can't look anymore adorable if he tried.

I nervously waved him over, flashing him a small smile.

He smiled right back. "Hi Frank. You look good."
I smiled again. "Thanks. So do you." I handed him his coffee.
"Thank you..So what is that you want to talk to me about?"
I bit my lip and sighed and took a sip from my own coffee. "Gerard, the thing is I thought I'd be able to get over you and move on, I tried. Trust me. How I tried and tried. I even started to sleep with stranger after stranger to fill that void in my chest. It did nothing but make things way worse."
I paused and took another swig of coffee. Gerard stared at me, mouth agape. "Oh my God. How could you do that, Frank?"
I shook my head. "I-I don't know. I figured after hurting you like I did....it doesn't matter. It was stupid and the second worst thing I ever done in my life.."
"The second?" Gerard furrowed his eyebrows.
"The first was losing you.."

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