If It Means A Lot To You... (Frerard)

(57.) Frank Knows

(((The rest of the story is in Frank's pov cuz Gerard is dead)))(edit:several months later, this is still funny)

Vincent woke me up in the morning. I groaned and tried to push me off, but his voice was stern.

"Frank," he said. It sounded like he'd been crying. "Please, this is important, get up."

I sighed and sat up, rubbing my forehead, which was aching with a hangover. "What's happened?"

"I need you to come downstairs," Vincent said quietly, chewing on one of his fingers.

"Alright," I got up and pulled some pants on. "Where's Gerard?" I asked. Where was he? My boyfriend wasn't in the room, and Vincent came in to wake me up.

Something bad had definitely happened.

We went downstairs, where Joshua was laying on the couch. He didn't move. There were wrinkled up tissues on the floor.

I sent Vincent a questioning look. "Just sit down first," He sat me on the couch. I was getting really worried by now. 

Gerard still wasn't here.

"Last night," Vincent started. Looking down at the ground and leaning into Joshua for support. "Gerard went outside. Down to the train yard. He was d-drunk."

At the end of his sentence he started crying and Joshua pulled him down next to him, rubbing his boyfriend's back soothingly.

My stomach sank in fear. Was Gerard okay? Was he hurt?

"What else happened?" I asked. My hands had started sweating. 

"He got hit," Joshua said quietly, both of them avoiding my eyes. 

I froze.

I forgot about my headache and fell down to the hard wood floor. Tears were flowing freely from my eyes.

"Dammit!" I yelled, still sobbing. "It's my fault! I gave him the fucking beer!" I hit my fist on the ground repeatedly and a small bruise formed on it.

"Frank it isn't your fault," Vincent sighed sadly. "He chose to drink the beer, you didn't force him into anything."

"Where are my parents?" I sniffed, covering my face with my hands.

"They went out to tell Gerard's mom," Joshua said, leaning on Vincent. They were both crying as well.

"Dammit," I cried again, curling up on the ground and trying to avoid everyone talking to me.

Well shit

one more chapter oh damn

YOu know mCr isn't even my fav band and i write so much fanfic about them jfc(edit:true please stop writing frerards, so bad smh)

~I have a big butt, whatevs~

Ari Thomas<3