Demolition Lovers (Frerard, asshole!Gerard)

“How much further Gerard?” Frank asked accelerating.

“Right here, stop.” Frank pulled over swiftly, double-parking in front of an apartment complex. He clicked on the hazard lights and started to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“No” Gerard said firmly. Yet, Frank continued to make his way out of the car.

“I said no Frank, stay here I’ll be right back.” Gerard grabbed Frank’s knee, forcing him to stop moving and look at Gerard.

The longer they looked at each other, Gerard noticed Frank’s eyebrows began to on a new form. One which Gerard had seen countless times throughout their companionship. The one where the inside ends of each brow arched up, the one where Frank was worried about something.

“Gerard, don’t drag me into something crazy again.” Frank pleaded as he placed his hand over Gerard’s, giving it a slight squeeze. Gerard averted his eyes and snatched his hand from Frank’s grip.

“Whatever, just stay here.” Gerard climbed out the car and walked around to the back opening the trunk, taking out the duffel bag he had put in there last night to avoid being questioned by Frank,

“Oh God. Gerard what the hell!” Frank shouted from the car as Gerard made his way to the apartments.

“Just stay in the damn car okay? I’ll be back!” Gerard shouted over his shoulder.

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” Frank mumbled, almost inability, to himself as he watched Gerard disappear into the apartment complex through the window of his car.

Gerard twisted the doorknob of the gate that surrounded the entire complex and pushed it open. He gently shut it behind him flinching at the creaking sound it made. After standing frozen in place for a few moments listening to and observing his surroundings, Gerard walked toward his destination. After he passed two identical four-story buildings, Gerard found the one he was looking for. He approached the large red brick building, he pulled a hand out of his jacket pocket and began to run a ice cold, pale finger down the building's inventory until he found the name he wanted.

“Ballato, 4E” He mumbled to himself. His finger moved and pressed the buzzer next to the label as his grip on the duffel bag tightened, until his knuckles were bright red.

Notes

Yes yes I know, this was a super short chapter. Finals were kicking my ass this past week. Expect better and longer chapters really soon! Don't forget to vote, comment and subscribe!