Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)

1. The Call

"I know I haven't talked to you in weeks... and I know I screwed everything up... but I really Fucking miss you...Can you give me a call whenever?"

The hangover Gerard Way felt was nothing compared to the pain in his chest that one text had caused him.

You see, it's been six weeks since Gerard had a good night's sleep. Six weeks since Gerard's been okay, and six weeks since Frank.

They thought they had it all figured out. They thought they could make it through anything... together.

Together.

The word used to roll off Gerard's tongue so easily.

"We'll move in together." "Start a band together." "Spend the rest of our lives together."

Now, when Gerard tried to say it, he thought he just might puke.

Gerard took a swig of the bottle of whiskey sitting on the table in front of him. Laughing at how pathetic and cliché he was.

Drowning his sorrows in alcohol because it used to make him forget. Except recently, it hadn't been making him forget. No. they only seemed to make everything seem more real.

Gerard contemplated replying to the message from frank, but really, why would he? Frank doesn't deserve a moment of Gerard's time.

Nonetheless, Gerard found himself dialing the familiar set of numbers and pressing the call button. It rang not even once before Frank picked up.

"Gerard?" The boy sounded frantic and afraid and already Gerard was regretting the call.

"It's me." Gerard croaked out. He hadn't spoken much for the past six weeks either, and found it quite difficult to actually say those words.

"Oh god Gee... You sound terrible."

Gerard rolled his eyes, disregarding the fact that it was insanely hot when Frank used that nickname, and it was really making him realize how much he really missed Frank.

"Did you just want me to call so you could make fun of me?" Gerard questioned, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and biting his nails on the other.

"I miss you." Frank sighed into the phone. Gerard dropped his hand onto his lap and narrowed his eyes, despite the fact the two were on the phone.

"You have no right." He growled, and took another sip from the bottle.

"Fuck... Gee I know but I'm so sorry and I didn't mean to fuck everything up and it wasn't my fault and-"

"Wasn't your fault eh?" Gerard interrupted Frank's pity speech. The tone in his voice was sickeningly sweet. "So tell me Frankie, how was it not your fault that you had sex with that guy? Hm? Tell me. Enlighten me. Because I'm really curious to hear how you apparently have no control over your dick."

Frank was silent.

"That's what I fucking thought." Gerard hung up the phone and threw it on the bed beside him.

Instantly, his phone started buzzing and Gerard knew it was Frank calling back. He ignored the call and got up to sit at his desk. He picked up a pencil and began to sketch. He started to draw a man and about five minutes into the drawing Gerard had to quit and throw it out because the man had begun to take a strange resemblance to Frank, and Gerard could not handle that.

He got up and began to pace his room. Trying not to let the bad thoughts creep in. But inevitably, soon his mind was filled with thoughts of how worthless and ugly and horrible he was, and even in his unsound state of mind, Gerard had enough sense to call his little brother Mikey and tell him to drop everything and come home because oh god Gerard had it rough.

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A/N

OK HERES the first chapter... the chapters get longer from here but heres a little bit......