❝ synthetic ❞╭──╯ . . . . . gerard way

14: im ready for you, but are you ready for yourself?

short chap lolzzzzz

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Finally reaching our destination, pulling into a parking spot, and hopping out of the vehicle, Frank's phone buzzed, as did mine. Frank checked his phone, but I didn't bother with mine. Did it make me a shitty person? Perhaps. But I seriously can't bring myself to stress over whatever was being said.

"It's Mikey, seems kinda important. He-"

"If it's about Gerard, then I don't wanna hear it," I stated. I was enjoying my time with Frank and I didn't want any business with Gerard to cut into my good day. We were at the mall for fucks sake. Let me enjoy Frank treating me without Gerard inserting himself in and ruining the fun. It's too draining.

"But, its really bad...Mikey said he's 'spiralling'," Frank argued, slightly in shock. I sent him a look, and he soon returned to himself. I didn't know what Frank meant, I sure as hell did not want to. It would only make things worse.

"I don't wanna be that bitch, but he deserves it. You know what he did, he has to face the consequences - whatever they may be." I say back, feeling a little bit of guilt for being so rude. Gerard seems to be having it rough, but it shouldn't be my problem. He said horrible things to me...I shouldn't feel bad for him.

"Alright, alright. Sorry. I won't bring it up anymore. Let's get on with our shopping, alright?" He said, striding up next to me and wrapping an arm over my shoulders. It was weirdly comforting having Frank's arm over me; like a weighted blanket.

"That sounds like a great idea," I agreed with a content smile. I would definitely like to move on from whatever just happened. 

We walked around the mall for hours, chatting and browsing the shops, buying a few things here and there. We had lunch in the cafeteria, and it was surprisingly good. I learned that he was vegetarian and I found it pretty cool that he was. (i wont specify [name]'s dietary choices/conditions as much as i can, but i might forget)

After we got our shopping out of the way, it was around 2 p.m. and he was driving me to yet another mystery location. I sighed, already getting used to his surprises. No point in arguing. 

My phone started dinging rapidly, after a few notifications it quieted because of that spam thing. I sighed again.

"Miss. Sighy McSighy pants, answer your phone," Frank said annoyedly as I got a call. I let it ring out, but they just called again. "Seriously, [name]."

"Fine," I muttered, pulling the device out of my pocket. As much as I didn't want to, Frank was driving and I don't want anything to distract him from driving, like arguing with him. "Hello?"

"[NAME]! FINALLY!! Gerard is going fucking insane- DUDE STOP BREAKING SHIT," Mikey yelled to someone else on his end, assuming it was his deranged brother. "He won't tell me what was happening, but he muttered some shit that I picked up on. Something about you and Frank,"

His tone was rushed and panicked as the sound of shattering was heard on the other end. I heard Donna shriek at Gerard to go to his room.

"Frank and I are hanging out, so what? It's not like it's his business what I do in my spare time." I say, putting up some kind of guard, despite the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The one that's telling me to cave and go find Gerard. But I can't do that. I anxiously played with the hem of my shirt, trying to get rid of that odd feeling. 

"Well, he doesn't fucking know that! He thinks you guys slept togeth-" Mikey explained, causing my eyes to shoot wide. Me and Frank?! What?! 

"Even if we did, it shouldn't matter to him. He told me himself, that I was just a game. Nothing more, nothing less," I mumbled too calmly for Mikey's once-rushed tone, and I could tell Frank felt a little something from the conversation. I don't think Frank would be opposed to what Gerard thought we did... But we didn't do that! And we won't do it!