Still working on the 100th imagine special, but here's a heads up on it; it's gory and much like the Cherry fic (don't read it.) And you will cringe.
I've also made a Phan one-shot called "I'm Ready to Believe" and it's depressing and go read it
Okay let's go back to this Frikey beeswax
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"You said that you loved me. You said that you fell for me. You said so many things that I thought were true," Mikey yelled to Frank, whom had thrown a jug across the room. "You said that you were ready to leave him! You never were!"
Frank continued to throw a fit, throwing things on the ground and ripping everything up. "Oh yeah? Explain to me about what happened to you and Ray last night at the bar. You told me you don't drink!"
"He dragged me there and he asked me if I just wanted a light drink, there was no harm to that," Mikey said sternly. "What, is it suddenly against the law for me to have a light drink when a friend offers me one?"
"It scared me shitless to know that you even agreed to go to a bar. From the fucking people- the fucking things that I know that could happen because they happened to me-" Frank was now crying, kicking over chairs and flipping tables, throwing papers on the ground. "It reminds me of your brother, Mikey. I didn't want you to turn out like... like that again..."
Mikey approached Frank slowly, trying to calm him down but was given a slap in return. "Fuck, Frank! I'm just trying to help!"
"'I'm just trying to help, I'm just trying to help,' that's what they all fucking say! Gerard even said that, and you know what he did? He fucking left in the middle of the night, leaving me a slice of cake and a goodbye letter saying that we were done on our fucking anniversary." Mikey just held his red cheek in his hand, staring at Frank in awe. Frank had now calmed down a bit, and sat down on the couch. "I didn't expect him to see me the Starbucks that we used to stop by at the same exact booth, exactly how we met. He told me about- about his fucking wife, and I snapped."
Now that he was calmed down, Mikey rubbed his arm. "What'd you say?"
"I told him that he can go burn in hell. That he were to ask me how I was after what he did? I wanted him to piss off, I wanted him to leave. I wanted to have my special time by myself, but then he stopped me as I got up." He wiped his nose with his sleeve. "He reminded me about how he said that I was the first person that he'd tell if he was planning to commit suicide. I'll tell you this, he kept his word and kissed me before walking out of the coffeeshop."
Frank's breaths were now hitched, his head in his hands and the tears flowing. "I didn't mean to say that the reason why I got together with you was because you reminded me of Gerard. B-but that was the real truth. I'm gonna say that now before it's too soon."
"Frank," Mikey said, his hand now on Frank's knee as he sobbed. "I'm- I'm sorry. But I think it's done. We're over."
