Forever And Always(Frerard)

Chapter 10: Get Out Motherfucker!

CHAPTER 10:

-Gerard's POV-

"Wh-... What the actual fuck is going on here?!?" Mikey hollered. Frank and I exchanged looks of horror.

Mikey opened his mouth again. "Are you guys....?" Then the man sitting next to me and I flushed a deep shade of crimson.

Mikey squealed like a tire on pavement and fled the room.

I giggled as we started to untangle ourselves from each other and the sheets. We rolled out of the bed and threw on boxers and pajama pants. Then we ventured put to find Mikey.

We found him moments later, on the balcony.

As if he sensed our presence, he said, "Why? Why didn't you tell me there was something going on?" He was trembling and his voice shook as if he was crying.

"Nothing happened until last night. I swear on it," I said softly.

He turned to face us and looked straight at Frank. "But you're still with Jake..."

Frank took a step forward. "I didn't plan this, Mi-"

"Frank you're a cheater!!!!" He cried. "You cheated with Gerard!"

"It's not like I planned this!!! Things haven't been good with Jake lately and I was going to break up with him anyway!!!" Frank screamed at my brother. Then he took a step back and said, "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean for this to happen."

At that moment, we heard the front door creak open and a high pitched voice yell, "FRANNNNKKKKKIIIIIEEEEE!!!!! I'm hooooooooommmmmeeee!!"

Frank threw his head back and rolled his eyes.

"We're on the balcony, Jake." Frank yelled.

A moment later, he appeared in the doorway. He had blonde hair and deep chocolate eyes. His lips were pinkish and full, his cheeks matching in color. He was tall and skinny, the opposite of Frank. Not my type.

However, I had only a few seconds to assess his looks before he stormed forward and got in Frank's face.

"What the fuck, Frank?! I didn't leave for two weeks so you could have your pussy bandmates over. I left so you could see what a great guy you had in me! You're lucky as fuck that I put up with all your shit!"

When Frank didn't respond, Jake brought his open hand up over his head. He brought his open palm down quickly, connecting with Frank's cheek loudly. Frank fell to the ground, a large red mark already covering half of his face.

Mikey and I hurried to his side. "What the fuck, you bastard?!" I screamed.

"This isn't your business, queer!" He yelled back into my face.

I helped Frank up and he buried his face in my pale, bare chest.

"Get out," he mumbled.

"What was that, queerbag?" Jake questioned sarcastically.

Frank spun on his heel to face the blonde asshole staring down at him.

"I said get out, you bitch! Get the fuck out of my house! I've wasted enough time letting you smack me around! Ad I will NOT stand around and let you speak to my best friend like that! So get your shit, and get the hell out of my house, you stupid, abusive, motherfucking, son if a bitch!"

Jake stood there for a moment, shocked. Then he turned quickly and stomped back into the house.

After about half an hour of him packing things and throwing shit, he and Frank stood at the front door, face to face. Jake was throwing things like car and house keys at Frank.

Finally, he turned to leave with all his suitcases. Just as I took a step, Frank stepped forward and yelled after him, "Oh, and I slept with Gerard last night!!" Then he slammed the door, clearly satisfied.

I was pretty ecstatic myself.