Scandalous (Frerard)

Chapter 9
Franks p.o.v

I didn't realise I was staring until I saw hands waving out of the corner of my eye, and a concerned looking Mikey looking intetlly at me. I then realise i'm holding onto the shelf to tightly, making my knuckles white, and my breathing is fast, almost hysterical.
He points to he man questioningly and I wince in response, sad my weaknesses we so damn blatant.
I continued to stare at him, his back now turned away from us. I hear Mikey whisper Gerard’s name, but I’m not listening. I start to panic when I see his stance shift and his body turn, revealing his face once more. On;y this time, it's not his face. It's a strangers, some one I haven't even met before, yet somehow that scares me more. I see Mikey cross the room, coming to my side. I then notice Gerards hands on my arms, and I have to wonder how long they’ve been there before I took notice.
“It’s not him,” I gasp, breaking my gaze away from the stranger's face. “It’s not him. PLease take me home, I wanna go home,” I cry out, looking desperately at Gerard. He nods, taking my head and kissing my head gently. I feel Mikey’s hand on my back, and thankfully it doesn’t make my skin crawl. I look thankfully at them both, ignoring the way my heart it still thumping against my chest and the way the thought of him make my stomach turn to vile scaredness.
I hear Mikey say something, but I’m sure as hell not listening. I don't know if I even could over the sound of my blood rushing through my ears. I feel his arm retract from my back and I panic, turning to him, seeing him walk away.
“Mikey,” I gasp, staring after him. He turns at the sound of my voice, quickly coming back to my side.
“I’ll be right back, you’re okay. Let Gerard take you to the car.” He tells me, smiling gently. Somehow I manage to hear him this time, making me nod quickly and turn back to Gerard with some hesitance. I lean into his side as we walk out from the mall, my panic fading a little. We reach his car, both of us sliding into the back. I put my feet up on the sheet, lying my head into his lap. He begins to run his hand through my hair, just barely grazing the huge cut across my forehead from the accident.
“Sing,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Sing what, my love?” He asks, his voice calm and loving. I shrug against him, making him chuckle in response.
His voice starts out soft and mellow, making me want to cry out of joy. I recognize the song as Hallelujah, although I had no idea if he religious or not.
I listen intently to his soft melodic voice as it rang out in the quiet of his crappy car, and I begin to think about whether or not I believe in a God or not. I’d like to think there was something out there, some thing to keep us all going, but then again didn't everyone want something to believe in something?
I decided I didn't truly know, nor would I ever, but if there was, I was so thankful he gave me Gerard.
Just as I’d come to my conclusion, I hear a car door open, and I watch as Mikey slide’s in, turning to smile at me. I take note of the bag in his hand and something else out of my sight due to my head being so low down, in Gerards lap.
He starts the engine up and pulls out of the parking space, beginning the short journey home. Gerards hands continue to run through my hair and back, keeping me calm. The cars sounds lull me into relaxation, making me slightly tired even though I had only woken up about an hour and a half ago.
I don't know how long it take to get home, but when we do Gerard lifts me from the backseat, cradling me against his warm, muscular chest. He carries me inside, carefully setting down on the couch with with in his arms. Mikey follows, revealing a large bag from Spencer’s in his hand, along with three cups from Jamba Juice.
“Okay, I have strawberry banana, berry mix, and apples and cinnamon. Frank, choose first.” He announces, smiling at me.
“Berry mix.” I say immediately, thanking him happily when he hands in to me. Gerard and him simply agree on who gets what, each of them happy with their choices.
He turns on the tv, watchman turning on. He grins with delight when he realises what's on, his eyes bright. He sets his hand on my hip, the other on Mikeys thigh in a loving brotherly kind of way. He kisses my head, making me smile and gaze up at him, adoring his intrested, cute face.
Unfortunately, the peace doesn't last long, because my phone begins to ring. I sigh and retract myself from Gerard, grabbing my phone from the table where I must’ve left it last night.
Kendall's name lights up the screen, and I frown before answering.
“Hello?” I ask, taking a light tone.“Hey big bro. I just- I wanted to ask you something.” He says, his voice nervous.
“Okay?” I say, nervous suspicion soaking my voice.
“We haven't talked for a long time. It's been- hell, six months? It scares me. I dont know whats going on with you any more.” He says, his voice dripping with guilt.
“I-”
“Please, just hang out with me for a day? We used to be so close.” He begs, his voice sad.
“Okay,” I oblige, my voice coming out hollow. “What about tomorrow? Wanna meet me at the coffee shop? Y’know, the one we met your girlfriend at?”
“Sounds good.” He says, his voice now happy.
“Alright, well see you tomorrow.” I announce, smiling a little.
“Yep. Oh, and Frank? I miss you and I love you. I’ll see you soon.
And that, rather than anything else that had happened within the last month, the first time i had cried so hard since that.
Because he hadn't said he loved me in such a long time, I was beginning to question if he ever did.
And that's utterly fucked thing to think about your own brother.

Notes

what even is this story