Leviathan (Frerard)

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PART II:
WHO'S THE KILLER? WHO'S THE KILLER? WHO'S THE KILLER?

CHAPTER 2: "I MISSED YOU AND STILL MISS YOU."

Gerard's pov:

  "Ray." Mikey called. Frank stayed in my room. "How come you don't want to tell anyone?" He asked me. "Because." He rolled his eyes. "Because why?" "I don't need to explain anything to you." I said getting angry. "Fine push me away then." He said sadly and walked out of my room. Fuck.

Flashback:

Bert <3: Call me

Me: Sure

"I missed you." Bert told me I blushed. "I uh missed you too." He laughed. "It's only been 15 minutes." He said. I laughed too. "I know but I can't stop thinking about you." I blushed more. "You should come over to my house." I suggested. "I'm sorry, Gee. But I can't. I'll get hit again. Last time I sneaked out I got beat up." "Then I'll come over there." He laughed. "Okay." I left and went to his house. I don't come there often. Bert's step dad's an asshole. When I met him he called us faggots. His mom didn't seem to mind me. I almost got in a fight with his step dad. I entered through his window instead. "Hey." He said with a smile. I grinned he looks pretty I laughed at his shirt it said "Fag" on it. "Nice." He laughed. "I'm mostly wearing it to piss off step fucker." I laughed at the nickname we call his step dad. "Are you okay? You sounded scared on the phone. You usually only call when you want to smoke with me or at night." "Well I need the distraction. You're a pretty good distraction so..." He blushed I think he said that without thinking. I smiled.

Him and I smoked in his room. "Gerard, hide I hear footsteps." I hid underneath his bed. "Why does it smell of cigarettes in here?" "I was smoking, dumbass." "Don't talk to me like that." "Well I don't give a shit leave me alone." Bert must've pushed him out of the room because he slammed his door shut and locked it. He was annoyed. "I hate him." "Fuck him." "I don't know what my mom sees in him." "Me either." "Gee, can you sing?" I smiled. "Sure." Whenever Bert's upset he usually wants me to sing to him.
"Are you okay, Gee? You never want to talk about how you feel. I'm always bitching to you about my problems. Tell me some of yours." "Nothing to tell really." He got off my lap "Pfft that's a fucking lie." He laughed a little. He wasn't wrong he could always see through my bullshit. I smiled at him. "I'm being serious." "Tell me now." "I don't want to." I said. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me but I'm here for you." I grinned. But the truth is I don't want to bother him with my problems. He has enough to be worried about I don't need him being more upset. I'd rather just smoke, sing, and watch horror movies with him. "I don't need to explain how I feel to you." I said. He looked hurt. "Fine, push me away then." He stood and stared at his lighter. "Bert... I'm sorry." He didn't say anything. I think he was crying. "I'm sorry I'm just sensitive." He wiped away his tears with his hands. But he kept crying because of me. Fuck. I need to fix this. "Bert, I'm sorry. Really I am. I just don't want to burden you with my problems." "You don't burden me. I like when you talk...." He sat on my lap again and passed me his lit up cigarette. I looked at his black messy and greasy hair. I laughed a little. "What?" He asked. But what I really wanted to say was: You're beautiful. Stop trying so hard to be ugly because your not. I blushed and looked away. "Nothing." "You're fucking weird." He laughed and gave me a kiss.

End of flashback:

I missed him and I still miss him. I walked to the cemetery where I buried him no one knows this is his grave. I had to use a different name. But I come here almost everyday to leave flowers for him. I heard crying in the distance. "Who's there?" I walked over to the person crying. It was Frank. I widened my eyes. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you'd be here. Nice flowers who are they for?" He asked drinking and crying. I've been there before. "Bert." He smiled and wiped away his tears. Still drinking "Want some?" He offered me some of his whiskey. I took a swig almost chugging it. "Have the rest I'm so drunk." I chugged the rest of it and tossed the bottle on the floor. "What happened?" I grinned. "I was thinking about him." I stared at Bert's grave.
"Oh, yeah that must suck." "Frankie, why are you crying?" "I'm too sensitive." I got really close to him I think from the alcohol. "Why are you so much like him?" "What?" He said his eyes dilated as fuck he leaned in trying to give me a kiss. I pushed him away from me. "Fuck you." He said. "What?" I asked. "You heard me fuck you." "Fuck you too." He got really close to me. "Back the fuck up." I said. "What are you going to do about it?" He said blowing smoke in my face.

I grabbed him by the collar. "Let me go." He said kicking the shit out of my knee. He pulled away from my grip and sat down on the cemetery's ground. I sat down next to him. He held my hand. "You're fucking weird." He said and gave me a kiss. I cried. "What's wrong?" "You're a lot like him." "I know you always remind me."

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