A Chemically Weird Romance

-Gerard's POV-
"What the hell?" I say, groaning as I get up from my bed.
"Your awake!" Frank shouts.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, after I asked you if you wanted to top you turned around, slip, fell on your ass, then somehow you landed on your head. So, I brought you over here."
"How long have I been out for?"
"I'd say, five hours."
"That's enough for my kind of dream." I murmur.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, nothing." Frank gives me a confused look but brushes it off instantly with a smile.
"You know, I really really love you." He says. I look at him confused. What does this fucker want?
"Yeah.." I say, trailing off.
"Ok."
"Ok?" I ask, "No favors?"
"None, though, sex sounds really good." He says as he brings his lips to mine. I push him off, annoyed.
"Frank! I was unconscious for five hours and you right away want sex? Look, there is a god damn wound on my head!" I shout, disappointed that Frank wasn't even worried about me.
"Do you just want me for sex?" I ask, feeling my eye water up.
"What?"
"Answer me." Silence.
"Oh my god." I say, crying. "I was just another sex toy."
Silence again.
"Get out." I say, through sobs.
"Gee, please, don't do this."
"Get out! Now!" I shout at the top of my lungs, causing him to flinch as he quickly exits the door.
I cry as the hours pass by, hoping that this was just another terrible dream. But it wasn't, this was real life and I just had to accept the fact that the relationship between Frank and I was for sexual purposes. How could he even tell me that he loves me? How could he play me like that? At this point, I can't even cry. I just sit on my bed, lifeless.
The thing with Frank and I is he is gasoline and I am the match. He's spilled the gasoline and it's up to me not to drop the match and start the fire since there is no water. Frank and I need water but nobody is willing to carry the bucket of water because it's so god damn heavy. I certainly don't want to do it. He obviously doesn't want to either. Frank is also so god damn oblivious to the hurt he causes. He's so god damn oblivious to everything and I am just so fucking done. I'm tired of trying, I am tired of hoping that he'll become appreciative of things.
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-Frank's POV-
I should have just said "No." Two letters. One vowel. One word. No. The thing is that with Gerard you can't lie. Yes, he may be a badass at school but when you really get to know him he is so fucking innocent. Lying to Gerard Way is like lying to a fucking two year old. They wouldn't know, but it will eat you up inside. You'd be named a monster if you even thought twice about lying to Gerard. Believe it or not, it kills me that in the beginning I thought so poorly of him. Gerard is like a piece of paper; once crumpled you can never go back to your original way. I crumpled Gerard and as much as I try he can never be the same. God, I wish I told him that I didn't want him for sex. It was a simple word that I couldn't manage to say. Why? Because Gerard is the type of guy you can never seem to lie to, like I said. Knowing Gerard, he'd find out anyway. All I hope for is that he'll somehow manage to forgive me.
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O.o short chapter, I know. But, it's an update, right? Right. Well, I guess now I can say. No, dear, this chapter is over. *cries* why ever did I do this to myself. Well, I gotta go and get the tissues. Ta ta..

Notes

O.o (lol, I like this face) short chapter, I know. But, it's an update, right? Right. Well, I guess now I can say. No, dear, this chapter is over. *cries* why ever did I do this to myself. Well, I gotta go and get the tissues. Ta ta..