"Gerard I don't care you're not drinking two nights in a row!" Mikey shouted as Gerard tried reaching again for the bottle of fireball that sat atop the island "Mike's its summer, live a little" He giggled, although Mikey didn't find this one bit amusing. Gerard, Its almost September, summer's done" Mikey argued, he just shook his head "Whats wrong with wanting a little fun!?" the eldest boy exclaimed "Gerard. You're acting like... Fucking acting like..." Mikey really didn't want to say it, but he was going to because that how bad his brother was scaring him "a-a-cting li-like what..." Gerard was no longer the excited bubbly person he was last night... "Fucking Bob! If this doesn't stop. I don't want you turning out like him!" Mikey shouted... Tears arose in Gerard's eyes and Frank choked on his water "Mikey... That was harsh..." Frank snapped "O-Oh..." Gerard felt sick... And panicked... He didnt want to be like Bob... "Fuck Gee I-" "N-N-No..." Gerard backed away from his brother... "S-S-So-Sorry..." He choked out before running back to his room.

"Way to go. Mikey." Frank scoffed "Frank! You're really taking his side?! After what you saw last night?" Mikey snapped "I did, but you didn't have to say he's turning in to Bob!"

While Mikey and Frank were fighting upstairs Gerard was sobbing down in his room. Blade in hand...

He promised Frank he'd try to stop, He was trying... But right now he needed it.

Shakily he brought the blade to his wrist and swiftly swiped it across. Hissing at the pain.

Looking down at the small red line he smiled...

Adding more he felt all his brother's and Bob's words seep out through the thin wounds and drip down his skin.

"Gerard!" He heard Frank gasp brokenly but ignoring him, wanting to add another line but Franks' hand stopped him "Pl-Pl-Ple-Fra-Fr-" "Gee, Stop" Frank took the blade from the latters shaking hands. "I'm no-no-not, Fran- Not... I'm" He let out a sob and started digging his nails into the fresh wounds, Frank took notice and held both of Gerard's hands in his own. "Gerard, focus what are you trying to say? whats wrong? Gee please"

Frank was worried, sure Gerard has had freak out's before, But so far this was his worst.

"Wou-Wouldn't... Frank" Gerard desperately sobbed... He didn't want to end up like Bob... But what if he did, what if that's what this was? Was he beginning to act like Bob? "i-I- Fr-FRANK No-no-not- no.. Fra-Pleas... Nev-... Bo-B-B No-"

"Gerard. Way. Focus." Franks' voice cut off Gerard's stuttering sentence "Look at me, Gerard. Right now. Look at me and focus, You need to get yourself calm." All Gerard could do was shake his head and tremble more. By now Gerard was holding his breath, Refusing to listen to a word Frank was saying...

The thought that Mikey thought he was like Bob had him in a complete breakdown...

Frank's eyes widened when he realized Gerard was holding his breath "Hey, Gerard stop, Breathe" Gerard nodded but didn't release the breath he was holding. "Gerard, Baby Breath!" Frank all but sobbed.

When that didn't work he did the only thing he could think of and connected their lips, The sudden action causing Gerard to gasp slightly, proceeding to kiss back "That's it" Frank praised, pulling away "Keep breathing, Calm yourself down, I'm right here, I'll always be right here" Frank whispered, Holding his best friend in his arms...

"Im,not,like,bob..." Gerard sobbed out quickly. Franks arms tightened around him "I know your not baby..." Frank whispered, again Gerard just brushed off the 'baby' and the kiss. Frank was probably just leading him on, he would never want someone broken and used...

After that, Gerard had fallen asleep and Frank had put him to bed.

"Is he okay?" Mikey asked when Frank walked back into the living room. "No." Frank said truthfully, Mikey's eyes widened "He's alive but not okay..." Frank clarified "He, Cut again" Mikey's face fell "He had a pretty bad break down" all this information was making Mikey feel worse "He-" "Enough!" Mikey sobbed "Please!" he pleaded, Frank sighed "You deserve to hear this, You put the thought in his head, All this could have been avoided" Frank growled "He was sitting down there, sobbing, with fucking blood dripping down his fucking arm, He was in one of the worst panic attacks I've ever seen, Mikey. You get to live with that." Mikey shook his head

"I said it because I cared, Frank!"

"You implied he was going to end up like Bob!"

"With his drinking, Frank he mi-"

"Horse fucking shit, Micheal. Gerard doesn't have a god damn violent bone in his body, and you god damn well know that"

"Frank-"

"No, I've heard enough out of you. That's your fucking brother. And if you don't feel an ounce of guilt, Than you are no fucking better then Bob."

With that, Frank walked back down towards Gerard's room and left Mikey alone.

Gerard was peacefully asleep in his bed, The cuts still an angry red against his porcelain skin. It was then that Frank realized he didn't clean Gerard's arm off.

He walked into the small bathroom that was in the basement and wet a cloth before walking back over to Gerard he gently cleaned his arm off, causing the latters face to scrunch in pain "Sorry love" Frank whispered though Gerard was asleep and didn't hear him.

Once he was done, he shifted Gerard into his lap and cradled him as he slept.

The love he felt for the boy in his arms was unruly. And he feared that the broken boy didn't feel the same. He didn't want to pressure him either... He could tell Gerard wasn't ready for commitment.

"F-Fr-Frank" Gerard whispered, nuzzling into Franks' neck "M'right here, Gee" Frank whispered, petting his hair... "I lo-lo-love you Fr-Fra-Frankie" he whispered "I love you too Gee. Can we talk for a second?"

Gerard sat up with worry on his face "Ye-Ye-Yeah..."

"Last night you scared me"

"So-So-S-sorry..." Gerard apologized

"Gee, Instead of Drinking, Or.... Hurting yourself. I want you to talk to me"

That's when Gerard started shaking his head

"No... I me-mea-mean I'll talk... Bu-Bu-But it-it's on-one or th-the other..."

He looked at the younger boy with pleading eyes, Hoping he'd see the point to all of this

"Gerard, what happens if I let you continue hurting yourself. Mikey and I might not be around and you could go too far, Gee you could die! Same with the alcohol... It could destroy your body. Gerard neither of these things are good for you!"

"Se-Se-Se-See!" Gerard cried out "Yo-Yo-Yo-You thi-thi- FUCK... Yo-You think I-I'll en-end up li-like-"

"Gerard. That's not what I'm saying, I just don't want the alcohol hurting you! It's not a healthy way to deal with things!"

Gerard sniffled "I just want it to st-st-stop" Gerard sobbed, falling into Franks vacant arms.

"I know..." Frank sighed.

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It was later that day, Mikey and Frank had gone out to get groceries which left Gerard alone with his thoughts... He knew he promised Frank he'd try talking to him before anything else, but Frank wasn't answering...

So that's what led him to sit at the bottom of his stairs, Whisky bottle in hand.

"Such an inconvenience. At least I don't stutter when I'm drunk" He giggled to himself...

"I'm not, Bob, I'm a happy drunk. I'm not even drunk" He slurred to himself "I'm fine, I feel even better" He mumbled taking another sip

Frnk: I'm sorry I just got your texts, Mikey and I are on the way back, we can talk then okay?
Gee: yio tool ate
Frnk: ...
Frnk: Were still talking when I get back.
Gee: okle dokr ;)

about five minutes later The front door opened and Frank walked right over to Gerard and walked him to the room He had been staying in, rather than Gerard's room.

"Hia Frankie!" Gerard giggled hugging the small man "Gerard, you are drunk" The latter shook his head vigorously "Happy is the right word for it" Gerard smiled, Frank sighed "You gotsta look at it this way. Am I smiling? Check, I'm not stuttering? Check, I don't wanna go blow my fucking brains against a wall? Check! Everything is in Check"

Franks face fell "W-Wait, You what?" He asked, looking worriedly at Gerard "Which part sugar?" Gerard was oblivious to what he had just confessed "Th-The last part" Frank was trying to hide his tears "Ohhh, That I wanna blow my brains against the wall? Yeah, I think bout that one a lot..." Gerard nodded "Not like it would matter" He shrugged, Frank swallowed a sob "It would matter to me!" Frank almost yelled, catching Gerard by surprise "O-Oh?" Frank pulled Gerard into him "You do not get, to fucking leave me like that... No way in hell." Gerard giggled slightly "That's why I drink, Frankie! It pushes all the bad thoughts away! And I don't wanna kill myself!" Gerard smiled as if this were a victory like he had found a safe loophole.

"Lets just, get you to bed yeah?"

"No, I'm always sleeping anymore, I don't wanna sit around and get fat, Lets go on a walk!" Gerard cheered headding for the door.

Frank grabbed him by the arm "After you sober up" Gerard sighed at Franks words "Fine, I suppose I can deal with that"

Notes

I ended this awkwardly, Nex chapter will be cute and fluf and a suprise and fluf and did i mention fluf