The array of words used to describe Frank Iero. (Frerard, Rikey)

Frank’s p.o.v

I sunk further into the couch, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Janie snorted at the screen, stuffing more popcorn into her mouth. I ignore her and Mikey and focused on the screen, or more specifically, the movie 3 Days To Kill. (A/n THAT MOVIE IS MY FAVORITE WATCH IT). We’d been binge watching Hailee Steinfeld movie, because even for a gay guy, i would marry the fuck out of her. We’d watched Romeo and Juliet first, Barely Leathel, and now we were onto this.
It was around 2 in the afternoon, and I hadn’t moved from my spot on the couch with Janie and Mikey. Janie was right next to me, with Mikey on the other side of her. Their legs were entangled and they’re fingers were intertwined, but her head was on my shoulder. Mikey didn't seem to care though, because I think it was pretty obvious me and Janie were nothing but best friends.
Mikey’s phone began to ring, and just before he answered in, I caught the name on his screen. Gerard.
“Hello?” He answers, keeping his voice down. I sigh and pause the movie, half because I didn't want him to miss it, and half because I didn't want to be distracted while I watched it.
“Why the fuck are you on my brothers phone?” He snaps, his calm composure being replaced with an angry one, so fast I’ve convinced he gave me whiplash.
“Where the fuck is Gerard? I swear to God, I will kick your ass.” He demands, sounding scarily angry.
“Tell me- Gerard? Is that you?” Mikey asks, relief flooding his voice.
“Tell me where you are.” He says, his voice worried as hell. “Gerard? Oh fuck-” He says, hanging up the phone.
Mikey rushes to get up, practically stumbling over his feet.
“I have to go, Grerad’s in trouble.” He explains, rushing to get his shoes on.
“What kind of trouble?” I ask, feeling worry grow in the pit of my stomach.
“He just- he did something stupid and it backfired.” He responds, grabbing his keys from the table.
“I’m coming.” I say, getting up quickly.
“No.” Mikey says, shaking his head.
“Why not?” I ask, ignoring his words as I get my shoes on.
“Because I don't want you to see Gerard like this.” He explains, looking pleadingly at me.
“I’d have to see it some time, right?” I ask, thinking it was pretty reasonable. Janie begins to get up to, pitting her black heels back on.
“Fuck- fine, but I warned you.” He says, sighing as he opens the door. I follow him out, as does Janie. I climb into the back seat, resting against it. I was still in my pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, and I felt kinda ridiculous like this, but whatever.
“Do you know where he is?” Janie asked, intertwining their fingers. He nodded, pulling out of my driveway so far his tires screeched.
“He’s by the abandoned bridge by the edge of the woods.” He said, his voice stoney.
“That's a sketchy place.” I pointed out, frowning.
“That's why he’s there.” Mikey said, confusing me further. I stay quiet for the rest of the short ride, feeling anxious and worried. Janie looked nervous, but Mikey looked calm. Scarily calm and composed.
We finally pull up to the bride, seeing a car parked next to it. It was a nice car, a black mercedes with the windows tinted.
Mikey threw his car door open, as did I. I followed after him, feeling utterly confused. Why is Gerard in trouble?
Mikey neared the car, kicking it loud enough to grab the attention of whoever was inside. He threw the car door open, revealing Gerad and another guy.
Making out.
With their shirts off.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Mikey screamed, grabbing Gerard’s arm and yanking him out of the car. I took note of a bruise forming on his chest and a red angry handprint on his cheek.
“Shh, it's fine Mikey!” Gerard said, sounding spaced out. He looked weird, with his pupils blown and his eyes red. He twitched every couple of seconds, making me realise he was on drugs.
The other guy got out of the car, a lazy smile on his lips. He had long brown hair, and blue eyes.
“What the fuck did you give him, Bert?” Mikey demanded, angry as ever.
“Nothing he didn't ask for.” He responded carelessly. I resisted the urge to hit him and stayed quiet, checking signs of him being drugged up to.
“I swear to God Bert-”
“What, Mikey? He wanted it. There’s nothing you can do.” Bert said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up with a blue lighter.
“Did he want you to hit him to?” MIkey demanded angrily, looking at Gerard’s abused body. Gerard giggled, staring up at the sky. I don't even think he realised we were here.
Bery just shrugged, taking a hit off of his cancer stick.
“I’m gonna kick your ass.” Mikey said, letting go of Gerards arm. “Gerard, go get into the car, now.” Mikey demanded, gritting his teeth. Gerard laughed and stumbled away, before landing on his knees a couple feet away. Janie rushed out of the car, helping him up to his feet.
Bert walked around to the other side of the car, keeping his eyes on Janie and Gerard as he leaned against it.
“Who's that pretty little thing? I wouldn't mind getting my hands on her.” Bert snickered, watching as she helped Gerard into the backseat of the car. I felt my anger grow, but I didn't move.
“God, it's not like she’d touch you anyway. Your disgusting.” Mikey said, grossmont clearly in his voice. Bert snapped his head toward Mikey, clearly pissed off.
He raised his fist, obviously about to hit Mikey, but before he can even reach him, my fist had already make contact with his face. He stumbled back against the car, failing back against it. I didn't stop there though, I sat atop of him, slamming my fist into his face again. Blood rushed out of his nose as he cried out in pain.
“Frank! Frank, stop!” I heard someone shout. I don't though, I hit him again, this time in the stomach, and again, and again, in various places.
Once I’m satisfied, I get up, looking down at his bloodied form. He whimpers, clutching at his side and his nose.
I look behind me, surprised to see both Janie and Gerard out of the car. Janie looked scared and shocked, her face, twisted up between the two. Mikey looks shocked, but kinda smug, like he was proud.
Gerard though, he looked angry. Even in his fucked up state, in register that I had beat the shit of of this guy. It soon faded form his face though, and melted into a look of relief. He didn't say anything, just stared.
His reaction didn't make sense to me, so I ignored it. He probably wouldn't even remember this tomorrow.
“What..was that?” Janie asked quietly, obviously scared.
“I don't know.” I replied honestly, looking back at Bert. He was sitting up now, holding his nose.
“Let's go.” Mikey said, walking back to his car. I follow, getting into the backseat. Janie helps Gerard into the front seat, and gets into the get with me.
No one talks. No one even dares breathing loudly.
I try to not touch anything with my hands, due to the blood on them. Some of my knuckles were split, so not all of the blood was his.
I felt my anger fade, replaced with a nerve wracking nervousness. My knees were wobbly, and I felt panicked.
What did I just do?
I ignored my panic and forced myself to breathe. I tried distracting myself with something, anything other than the fact I just kicked a dangerous drug dealers ass, so I focussed on Gerard.
“Is he gonna be okay?” I asked Mikey, feeling a sickening worry take over my body.
“Yes. Depending what he’s on, recovering will suck.” Mikey says, sounding far away.
“Does this happen a lot?” I question.
“Yeah. That why we moved. Mom gt sick of watching Gee fuck up his life with drugs, so we moved here. I guess it hasn't helped much though.” Mikey responded, his voice deflated. I stay quiet after that.
Soon we reached my house, and I found myself holding my my breath when the thought of Mikey and Gerard leaving came to mind. Thankfully, he turned off the car and got out to help Gerard. Janie and I followed after, keeping quiet as Mikey practically carries Gerard inside. I felt oddly empty all of sudden, which was surprising considering I’d just watched Gerard make out with another guy and beat his ass.
Gerard practically used me. He took me to his house, where we almost had sex, and kicked me to the curb just like that.
I pushed my thoughts away as Mikey sighed, setting Gerard on the couch.
“I really hate asking you this, but can Gerard and I crash here? I don't know what’ll happen if I take him home like this.” Mikey says remorsefully, staring at Gerard as he giggles at something, clearly spaced out. He might’ve even been hallucinating.
“Yeah, of course. My mom won't be back until late, and she’ll be gone in the morning, so it's no trouble. But, we’ll have to all crash in my room so we don't raise any questions with her.” I say carelessly, sighing as I sit on the recliner.
“Thank you.” He says quietly, staring at Gerard. It was scary seeing him like this, laughing at absolutely nothing. It made me want to run away from it all, from him, from the fact I’d just did all that to protect him.
Janie sat next to Mikey, kissing his neck gently and whispering quietly to him.
We sit there in silence for a long time, and I’m only satisfied when Gerard stops laughing and his eyelids begin to drift close.
“I’ll put him in bed.” I say softly, getting p. Mikey nods, leaning back against the couch as Janie lies her head on his chest. I pick him up bridal style, feeling my heart race as he comes into contact with my body.
I quietly carry him down the hall and into my room, setting him down on my bed. I remove his shoes, before gently pulling my comforter out from under him, and placing int over his slender body.
I stare at him, fighting the urge to lay down beside him. In the end, I gave out. I took off my shoes, sliding under the covers with him. It couldn't hurt anything, right?
Well, It couldn't hurt much anyway.

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