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

Franks p.o.v

I wake up to a sudden movement, something warm shooting away from me. It makes me freak out a little, so I shoot up in the bed, seeing someone rush to exit the room. I get up to, just in time to see Gerard enter the bathroom, turning on the bathroom light, before dropping to his knees and vomiting in the toilet.
I sigh, coming up behind him and pulling his red hair back. He continues to vomit as I rub his back, whispering sweet things into his ear. He stops after a couple a minute, leaning back against my legs. I flush the toilet, before sitting down behind Gerard and pulling him against me. I lean against the bathtub for support, while rubbing his arms.
“Frank?” He says, his voice hoarse and weak.
“Yes?” I whisper as he leans all the way back, the back of his head pushed on my shoulder.
“Thank you.” He responds, his eyes slipping close.
“For what?”
“For kicking Bert's ass.” He whispers, his voice sleepy.
“You remember that?” I ask, feeling slightly guilty. He doesn't respond though, because he’s already asleep.
I sigh, resting my head on the edge of the tub, before deciding there was no way we were gonna move.
So, i let my eyes slip closed and focused on the warmth in my arms, soon falling asleep.
***I’d been up for about an hour or two when Gerard finally woke, coming out of my room where I’d carried him from the bathroom floor when I first woke up.
Mikey sat grimly at the table, a grim expression settled on his face. My mother left before I got up, not even questioning why Gerard and Mikey had been here.
When Mikey saw Gerard, the first thing then flashed across his face was relief. A bittersweet look of sadness, that said this had happened multiple times. Then there was anger.
“How could you do that?” Mikey asked, his voice a low grumble. Gerard’s face was blank, purely expressionless.
“Do what?” Gerard asked, his voice monotone as he sat down awkwardly.
“You know what,” Mikey laughed bitterly. “Let him smack you around. Go back to him for drugs. Let him fuck you up again.”
“Why are you blaming it all on him?” Gerard suddenly asked, snapping his head toward Mikey. “I wanted the drugs. I fucked me up. He didn't do that. I knew what I was doing.”
“So why do you keep doing it?” Mikey snapped, raising his voice. “Why, you dumb ass? Stop being so fucking selfish! You're hurting me, and mom, and Frank! This is just causing more pain.”
“What about me?! I already hurt! That's why I do it! There is nothing, nothing, that is going to save me. Give the fuck up.” Gerard retorts, looking at Mikey fiercely.
“Look at him.” Mikey demands, confusing me slightly. Did he mean me?
“No.” Gerard says sternly.
“Fucking look at him!” Mikey shouts, making Gerard flinch. He gives in, turning his head towards me. His eyes bore into mine, and although his face shows no emotion, his eyes are purely pain, something so heartbreaking it makes something inside hurt do bad for him.
“That. That's going to fix you Gerard.” Mikey says quietly, so low I barely hear. His words surprise me, take me off balance even. He gets up after that, putting on his jacket and shoes.
“We gotta get home.” Mikey says, sighing a little. Gerard gets up, putting his shoes on to. I feel a sinking in my stomach at the thought of them leave, but say nothing.
“You coming Frank?” Mikey says, looking hopefully at me. I lift my head in surprise, nodding a little, before slipping my shoes on. We leave the house, not bothering to lock, before we get in Mikey’s car.
I zone out most of the ride, imagining a different world where I don't have so many issues.
One where Gee is my boyfriend and he wants me and I want him.
But as soon as we pull up to his house, the image is gone and I’m left with the bittersweet aftertaste and an ever growing feeling of want.
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“I think your friends are flagging you.” My friend Kayla announces, looking behind her. Kayla is one of the athletic girls. We’d known each other for about three years.
I look behind me, expecting to see Janie or Mikey, but instead I see Carter. I smile apologetically at Kayla before getting up to go talk to him.
“Hey,” I say, looking him in the eyes.
“Hey man. We haven't talked in awhile.” He replied, frowning.
“Yeah, I just got caught up in- in stuff I guess.”
“In Gerard and Mikey.” He finishes for me, looking me dead in the eyes.
“Um, yeah I guess.” I say nonchalantly.
“You shouldn’t hang out with them. They’re not….good people.” He says, making me gape at him.
“Excuse me? How the hell would you know? You didn't give them a chance.” I say, cocking an eyebrow.
“I just-” He begins, but doesn't try to finish his sentence.
“Why are you acting so damn jealous?” I ask, feeling curiosity begin to grow.
“I’m not!” He says suddenly, looking defensive. My mouth drops, because he so fucking is. He’s jealous.
“Why are you jealous?” I asked carefully, now feeling bad. He just looked at me helplessly, not saying one thing.
“I don't know.” He finally says, but something in his voice told me otherwise.
“Yes you do.” I press, my eyes probing. He sigh aggressively, throwing his hands up in the air.
“I don't fucking know Frank! I don't know.” He says loudly, before walking off in a flustered motion.
I sigh, before looking back at Kayla. I decide not to go sit back down with her, and instead go look for Mikey and Janie.
I sigh, before walking out of the lunchroom, knowing that they don't eat in there. They always go out to his car or to sit on the bleachers with Alicia and Jamia.
As I make my way out there, I begin to think about why Carter would really be jealous. All the gay jokes he made always had some edge behind them, some seriousness. He hasnt hooked up with a girl in ages, which leaves me to believe…
Is Carter gay?
Gay for me?

Notes

This is shamefully short, I'm sorry, I have a bit of writers block :(
Suggestions??