I rolled over and fell against a warm back. “Mmph. The fuck?” Gerard groaned softly and rolled to face me, squinting at me. “Shit.”
I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “Did we..?”
“No, you passed out and I took you to bed, then kinda fell asleep. Sorry,” Gerard mumbled, sitting up as well and watching me worriedly. “Do you remember anything from last night?” I glared at him. “I wasn’t that drunk.”
“Oh.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Fuck. Everything hurts.”
“You should talk to Mikey,” Gerard said softly. I got out of bed, stumbling slightly.
“Not right now. I don’t want to.”
“He misses you.” I stopped and turned back to stare at him.
“Did you tell him about Paul?”
Gerard blinked, frowning. “Uh. No, I did not. I figured that if you didn’t tell me otherwise, I was supposed to keep it to myself. But I think he knows anyway, after your phone call.”
“Fuck.”
I hurried out of the room, grabbing my phone off the kitchen table and stepping outside to dial Mikey’s number.
“Hey,” Mikey answered softly. “Do you want to talk to me or just scream at me again?” He sounded tired, fed up, and sad.
“Well, I’m super hungover so screaming probably isn’t going to happen,” I mumbled, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead.
“Gerard won’t tell me where you are and all I wanna do is give you a nice big cuddle,” Mikey said sadly, and I could hear music in the background.
“Are you driving?” I asked, sitting down on the porch.
“No, I’m getting a lift from Vic, my car broke down.”
I stiffened up. “As in Vic you fucked?”
There was a short pause and Mikey heaved a sigh. “Yes, but that was months ago, Frank. I wouldn’t do that to you. Paul found you, didn’t he? Gerard wouldn’t say.”
I felt my throat start to close up. “Y-yeah.”
Mikey hummed softly. “Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, clearly able to tell from my voice. I rubbed the side of my face.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you, Mikey,” I sighed, staring out across the street. “But I do need some time away.”
“To get blind drunk? I don’t want you to hurt yourself, Frankie.”
I bit my lip. “I won’t. Gerard’s here, anyway. I gotta go, Mikey. Just...I’ll call you soon, okay? I just need space right now.”
“Okay. I love you, baby. I’m here when you’re ready.”
I hung up and lit a cigarette, taking a few drags before Gerard walked out, sitting down next to me. “I’m glad you called him.”
“Whatever. I dunno if I’m gonna stay with him.”
“Okay. Frank, your bandages stink. Let’s go change them, okay? You need to wash off a little or they’ll get infected.”

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I tipped the bottle back, chugging whiskey quite happily. Gerard had gone to the store for some food, and I’d promised him I wouldn't get drunk. But I didn't promise him I wouldn't get tipsy. I turned the tv on, humming to myself quietly as I flicked through the channels. My phone buzzed and I picked it up. A text from Mikey.
Hey baby. Thinking of you. You didn't call today, I missed you. <3
I flipped the phone shut and tossed it away, taking another long drink straight from the bottle. The front door slammed and Gerard walked in. “Fucking hell, Frank.”
I smiled at him sweetly, holding the bottle a few inches from my lips. “Hey.”
I chugged a couple more mouthfuls before Gerard snatched the bottle away. “Jesus. I'm gonna go put the shopping away, wait here.”
I got up as soon as he'd left the room, humming softly as I went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of vodka. I uncapped it and Gerard swore again.
“Frank, I swear to every fucking god man has ever prayed to, I will kill you.”
I offered him the bottle and he stared at me, his eyes desperate and sad. He snatched it, taking a few long gulps.

I tumbled into bed, giggling as I kicked my jeans away. Gerard grinned, climbing on top of me and rolling his hips to mine as he kissed me. I fumbled with his jeans, managing to tug them down to his ankles. He impatiently ripped them away, then kicked his boxers off as well, rolling against me again. I growled, flipping him over onto his back and reaching into the drawer by the bedside table, tugging out a bottle of lube. “Fuck’n fuck life..” I mumbled, watching Gerard as he turned over onto his stomach under my hips. I slipped my boxers off and slicked myself up, taking a deep breath.

I woke up naked.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck..”
I scrambled out of bed, ignoring the thoughts crowding my brain.
It felt so natural. He loved it, you loved it. So what's the problem?
Why should you care about Mikey? He betrayed you.
He's not your boss. You're not his slave.
Tears poured down my cheeks as I remembered him trying to propose to me, his soft kisses when he knew I was upset, and his gentle and patient touch. I glanced back at Gerard, tugging on clothes quickly, not caring whether they were clean or not.
You've always loved him. Why not just stay here, with the one you've wanted your whole life?
I slipped out of the bedroom, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, my phone, wallet, and keys. I didn't bother to pack a bag, just shoving my laptop into its case and running to my car. I didn't even have shoes on.
You're making a mistake. Gerard loves you.
“So does Mikey,” I muttered, starting the car and backing out of the driveway quickly.
Don't do this, you’ll regret it.
I broke several speed limits on the way back to our apartment, but I got back before the sun was all the way up. Mikey would be home by now. He'd be exhausted. He'd want to sleep. I parked in my usual space and jumped out of the car, running to the building. I hurried up the stairs and was soon hammering on the door. “Mikey!”
The door swung open and he was standing there, looking shattered. His hair was messy, dark circles under his eyes. He even looked thinner than when I'd last seen him, his cheeks drawn and his face pale.
“Frank?”
I collapsed to my knees, leaning against the doorframe as I simply started to sob.

Mikey handed me the mug, rubbing my shoulders as he sat down next to me. “So what's this thing you did that I’m gonna hate you for?”
I sniffed, wiping my nose on my sleeve. “Gerard and I...neither of us knew it, but we were in love with each other for years...he just told me, and we were drunk, a-and-”
“And you fucked. That's pretty much what I thought,” Mikey said quietly, stiffening up. “Was it good? Did you like it?”
I shrugged, feeling like I could just melt into the floor and disappear. “I don't remember,” I whispered, ducking my head to try and hide from the man next to me. “I was too drunk.”
Mikey sighed and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “Okay. We’ll get through this. Now get undressed.”
I froze, and he laughed softly. “No, not like that, you idiot. I want to look at your wounds. You smell like death.”
I sniffed again, sitting up carefully and slowly pulling my shirt off. Mikey sighed, gently guiding me to stand up. He crouched down, tugging my jeans down to my ankles and slipping them off. “Turn around, sweetie.”
I did as I was told, still shaking slightly. Mikey stood up, kissing the back of my neck. “It's this big one on your back and it's infected. You're going to have to see a doctor. Now sit down.”
I sat down abruptly, trying not to keep crying. Mikey crouched down again, looking at the bottoms of my feet. “You're bleeding again, Frankie. I'll got get something to wash them in a minute.”
I looked down at him, my fingers trembling. “Mikey?”
He looked up, his expression unreadable.
“Do you still have that ring?”
He stood up slowly, staring at me. “Yes.”
“Do you still want me to have it?”
Mikey leaned down, pulling me into a soft kiss. “Yes. But not yet. You have to earn my trust back. I know we're not the best couple, but I'm willing to work on that. I need to see that you are too. Because I love you and I still want to marry you.”
I broke down again, burying my face in my hands as I sobbed. Mikey sat down next to me, pulling me into a tight hug. “I'll always be here, Frankie. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.”

Notes

I'm sorry guys (all three of you) but I really fell out of love with this and I didn't want to force something. It never ends up enjoyable for the readers. I will have another story up soon, I already have eleven chapters ready. I just need a title and then I can start uploading. I should have it up in the next couple days, so keep an eye out for it if you're interested. If you want me to send you a link (this is probably a little hopeful lol) then comment on this and I'll post it for you.
Thanks so much for reading and again, I'm very sorry. I'm pretty sure the next one will be longer, I still have so many places to go with it.
Have great days!
~Logan