A Chemically Weird Romance

"Gerard, everything will be ok. Just breathe."
"I need to get revenge." I say, angry. "Three cheers for sweet revenge." I smile, all I need is some revenge. Just some sweet revenge.
"No, Gerard, no revenge."
"God damn it, Mikey."
"Gerard, listen." He says. I look at him, expecting him to say something but he doesn't.
"Well?" I ask.
"Listen, I know how Frank thought of you wan't exactly right but revenge isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Yes it will."
"Where will it get you?" He asks, certain that I don't have an answer to that.
"It will get you through—"
"Nothing." He says, interrupting me.
"Whatever." I say, angry that I was inter—
"Gerard!" Mikey screams at me.
"What!" I shout, that I was interrupted for the second time.
"Gerard—"
"Listen, I hate that I cared, well, care about Frank. But, you telling me that revenge isn't the answer temps me more into seeking revenge."
"Gerard, I can't help you in this situation. But, I can be there to help you vent. I can be there to help you when you break down. I can help you when you need someone." And in that moment, as I listen to my brother, I realize that I'm not alone. I don't need drugs, or alcohol. I just need my brother.
-Frank's POV-
Waking and breathing seems to get harder and harder as the days pass. I fucked up so bad and god, how I fucking regret that. How I fucking regret thinking that Gerard was just another sex toy. He wasn't. He's my fucking world. He brightens my day, but he's also the moonlight in my darkest nights. He's the street lamp that lights up the dark road, but we don't seem to really care about the street lamps since we have our headlights and our taillights to light up our own way, but mine are broken. God, if only I knew my time in heaven was limited I would have made it count. The time I had with Gerard was like seven minutes in heaven, short but the best time you'd ever experience. I played Gerard like a game of monopoly and I know I shouldn't have. But, fuck, I regret it. I just want everything to go back to the way it was. Where I would see Gerard in the halls, flirt with him, kiss him, then see him at school. But it's not that way. Why? Because for the millionth time, I fucked up.
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-Three months later-
—Gerard's POV—
Three months. Three Frank free months. I'd be lying if I told you that those three months were the best three months. They were the worst three months of my life. I had to go three months avoiding Frank in three classes. Maybe those were the best for Frank. Maybe Frank enjoyed these past three months because he was without me. Maybe..
—Frank's POV—
Three months. Three sex filled months. Three months where I'd try to find a guy who would make me feel as good as Gerard did during our intimate moments and no one did. No one could make me feel the pleasure Gerard did. We didn't even officially call it quits. We just seperated. I guess you can count that as calling it quits. Though, I wouldn't. Maybe, it's just me refusing to realize that Gerard and I are over.
"Mr. Iero?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you hear me?"
"No, sir." God damn it, I'm such an idiot. Now, I look stupid to Gerard.
"I said that—" and in the middle of his speech, I cry. I cry because I miss Gerard. I cry because I hate being alone and I hate the feeling that I am not loved. I cry because I'm just tired. I'm so god damn tired.
"Mr. Iero, are you ok?" The teacher asks. I look at Gerard and see that he is just putting his head down.
"Gerard," I go to him, crying.
"No." He says. He's crying too.
"Gerard, please, I miss you so much."
"Mr. Iero—"
"Frank, why?" He asks. A pain fills me as I look at him. He looks so defeated, so tired of my crap.
"I don't know. That was before, though."
"Before what, Frank?"
"Before I realized that I really fucking love you."
"Mr. Iero!" The teacher shouts.
Gerard just stares at me, unaware of what to think or what to say.
"Frank, I—"
"Just kiss me." I sigh.
"Pda, maybe in the halls?" He asks, smiling.
"Honestly, I really don't give two craps."
"But, I, on the other hand do, Mr. Iero." He says, smiling.
"Fine, kiss me in the halls."
"Mr. Way, Mr. Iero, could we continue our lesson? Or shall I send you two to the office?"
"Lesson, preferably, Mr. Phil."
The thing with Mr. Phil is that he let's it pass. He's the 'chill teacher'.
—
"Do you still love me?" I ask, hoping that the answer was the same as last time.
"why are you asking me that?"
"Just answer, please." I sigh.
"Can I just, uh, have time?"
"To find a way to tell me you don't love me?"
"To tell you that I don't have words to explain how much I love you."
Fucking liar.
"Really?" I smile.
"Really." Douchebag liar.
Calm down, Frank, he's not lying.

He is.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

N—

"Frank?"
"Huh?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."

No.

Oh, for christ's sake, Frank, shut the hell up.

No.

Oh, son of a—

"Frank?"
"Yes?"
"Come to my house, you obviously need to relax. Just, no sex."
"No sex, got it."

But I want sex so bad.

Of course you do, you little slut.

God, I need to chill the fuck out.

Yea, I absolutely do.

Notes

Aye, I took about three hours to write this shitty chapter. I have major writers block so excuse me for writing a crappy chapter once again. Well, I am going to go now. Byeeee!