Brother (Frerard)

The sky is a calming black-blue when the front door finally creaks open. I'm balled up on the couch, my eyes fixated aimlessly to the television in front of my and my hands cradled a mug of coffee. In the absence of Frank, I took the liberty of texting Mikey and asking for his assistance, in which he could babysit Bandit in the morning with the arrival of Frank's wife. With the endless possibilities of tomorrows events it was in my opinion, going to be the absolute worst place to have a child. Now i'm not always so pessimistic but I had my doubts that it would go smoothly tomorrow.

"Hey," Frank whispers, twisting the lock shut, proceeding towards me with obvious caution.
"Hey," I return just as quietly.
"Have you taken many?"

Frank picked up the bottle of pills from the mostly empty table. I shake my head and I hear Frank breathe a sigh of relief before I notice a small smile form on his face.
"May I sit, Gee?"

I nod and feel the couch sink as he takes the empty place beside me.
"How was coffee? Had plenty to discuss, I presume?" I question.
"Just you," he openly admits. My lips press into a tight line as I keep quiet and breathe heavily as the millions of crazy thoughts rush trough my mind. I place down my mug and wipe my sweaty palms against the blanket, waiting for his continuation.

The silence between us, whilst short with uncounted minutes, seems long and eerie. I have the overwhelming urge to pop another pill if i weren't in the very proximity of Frank.

"Cigarette?" Frank offers, freeing us both from the discomfort of dead air. I agree with as much enthusiasm as I can muster up. Awkwardly we walk into his room and take a spot on the deck; the only light source is that of the moon and the cherries of our cigarettes. The pitter-patter fills the silence as rain begins to fall.

"Gerard," he murmurs looking at me worriedly. "I'm really sorry for all the problems I have caused between you and Lindsey,"
"I invited you, it's not at all your fault. I'm just sorry it didn't go the way I had hoped it would,"
"I know,"
"Can I tell you something?" I ask nervously.
"Of course,"
"There's another song with lyrics that are about you, not just 'Action Cat,"
Frank's eyes widen in amazement, a blush rises to his cheeks.
"What song?"
"Brother," I reply. I take a breath and sing.
'The lights we chase
The nights we steal
The things that we take
To make us feel this
I can't go back
I don't think I will
I won't sleep tonight as long as I still
Hear the drums of the city rain'

"I had no idea," Frank admits.
I nod and extinguish my smoke, feeling Franks hand slip into mine and grip it tightly. He pulls me up and leads me to his bed. I say nothing for there is nothing I can say and to be completely honest I'm a little lost by his actions. The warmth of his lips against mine both startles me and comforts me at the same time. I break from the kiss, shaking and scared. "Frank,"
"Gerard, if tomorrow goes terribly and I never get a chance to spend another night with you again, then I want this to be it,"
I nod my head in absolute agreement and kiss him hastily. Frank finds the hem of my shirt and i'm happy when it is pulled from my body and tossed aside like trash.
We take things slow, this time feels more different than anything we have ever done, more than I have ever experienced before. I sense it's mostly because I think that maybe Frank is right and that this moment together could be our last. Each kiss is calculated, every move is accompanied with caution. "I'm nervous," Frank tells me.
"Me too,"

~xoxoxoxo~

I blink tiredly as I cuddle Frank, the morning rays of the rising sun shining brightly through the window; the rain finally at ease. Faintly I hear a knock at the door and suspect it to be Mikey.
"I love you Gee,"
"I love you too Frank," I smile as I push back the covers and find my pants from the floor, pulling them on before leaving to greet Mikey.
A very concerned expression dawns over Mikey's face when the door opens.
"Uncle Mikey," Bandit screams, running up from behind me towards him as he bends down to scoop her up in his arms.
"Want to spend the day with Uncle Mikey?" I ask her.
"Yes, yes. Please,"
"Of course," I tell Bandit, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Let's bring you back inside for breakfast first."
"So how is everything," Mikey asks, pouring the milk into Bandit's bowl.
"They're okay," I lie. Just as I pause, Frank emerges from the room and helps himself to a mug of coffee.
"Hey Frank,' Mikey beams.
"Hey," he greets back, equally as happy.
"Are you sure though?" Mikey asks, turning back to me.
"Things are just dandy, aren't they honey," Lindsey spits at Mikey as she too enters the kitchen.
"Please not yet, Lindsey," I say through gritted teeth.
"Aww why not? Will it ruin the night and morning you spent with Frank,"
"Daddy, why is mommy mad,"
"Lets and pack some stuff to bring, sweetheart," Mikey interjects. I smile at his helpfulness as he leads Bandit to her room.
"Are you serious?" The anger inside me bubbles and I sense that without Bandit and Mikey in the house, I would probably be yelling at her.
"Of course I'm fucking serious. How can you dare keep this up in my house,"
"Firstly, it's our house and I can invite whoever I so choose. You haven't liked the idea of Frank being here since day one. You started with a fake performance and have been nothing but bitter and hostile towards him ever since!" I defend.
"Who fucking cares about Frank."
I don't look directly at Frank, but the hurt is obvious in his eyes and it upsets me more to see that she has this kind of effect over him.
"I care about Frank. I do. You know that. I am so sick of having to justify everything to you. Did it ever occur to you that maybe we just talked all night?"
Lindsey scoffs at my suggestion and I try not to let it show that I am lying.
"You're full of shit, Gerard. You know that,"
"Stop it," Frank whispers. "Just stop,"
Surprisingly Lindsey listens and manages to keep her mouth shut; I assume this is done with great difficulty. Frank pushes his stool back and darts down the hallway with his coffee. From behind I can tell he is crying as he walks away. When Frank's door clicks shut and the twist of the lock is heard, Mikey and Bandit appear, all packed, happy and ready to go.
"Have fun with Uncle Mikey," I say.
"Daddy, is Fwankie alright?" Bandit asks in her sweet voice, rejecting my question.
"No sweetie. It's okay. Daddy will make it better,"
"I'm sure you will," Lindsey retorts. I shoot her a sideways glance and give my little angel a hug.
"I hope it goes okay," Mikey says softly to me.
"Have fun, I'll text you later," I smile falsely.
I watch nervously as they leave and shut the door when they are out of sight, preparing myself for what is to come.

~xoxoxoxo~

Notes

Hey guys, so...I'm so sorry this has taken me forever with this chapter. I've been a little busy over new years and chirstmas and my birthday on the 19th. so two days for me. I have also been having a writers block. I'm struggling with the few chapters between now and what I want the end to be like which is on its way. So sorry guys!!!

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