Under Your Clothes (Frerard) [Completed!]

4- Don't Say Anything

((chapter 3 is private))

Chapter 4

"Why are you so pissed off? I can hear it through the wire. It's late night why aren't you sleeping, shouldn't you be in bed? Come on and state your case, don't leave me in the dark, I hear the silence on the line... Yeah, all those broken parts. I gave you the part of me, the only one that you could see; tell me it doesn't mean a thing,"

Don't Say Anything by Sleeping With Sirens

Gerard and Frank were two emo messes. Separately, of course, but they were sobbing, heart-broken guys who liked perhaps too many bands and perhaps loved each other too much.

Lindsey could prove all those points.

Whilst Gee had tried to seem tough, his façade was broken when he went to Lindsey's house and came into her room without knocking to simply collapse on the girl's bed face-down in that humid Saturday afternoon, a day after the thing.

Lindsey knew her best friend, so she let Gerard lie down and pretend everything was alright, until, inevitably, she got bored.

"So!" She clasped her hands together, making a loud sound and standing up from her desk chair, after closing her laptop, refusing to see the back of Gerard's greasy hair any longer. "Any reason why you, oh so kindly, decided to take a nap in my bed?"

Gerard groaned in reply.

"Okay, yes, great, we get that you're a moody teenager. Now, spill," Lindsey decided that if Gerard wasn't gonna do the talking, then she might as well do it herself, as she plopped down next to the guy on her bed.

Gee gave her a deep sigh and sat up, resting his head on Lindsey's shoulder and glaring at the floor.

"Whatever happened, I'm sure my carpet has nothing to do with it, man up and tell your best friend,"

"Fuck you,"

"Thanks," She smiled; glad she at least got him to talk after about an hour of silence. Gee ran a hand through his hair only to lean on Lindsey's shoulder again and huff.

"I told him. I told Frank I'm a guy and he... Let's just say he's not gay," Gerard mumbled. "He has every right to be mad at me, or to hate me, but fuck, I love him, and I'm too selfish to let him go," He sniffed.

"Did you tell him you love him?" Gerard nodded. "Did he say it back?" He shook his head up and down again. Lindsey frowned and leaned back on the wall next to Gerard, finger tapping her chin.

"He hates me,"

"Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions, Gee. He's just a confused straight boy, and the fact that he fell for a guy just scared him away, sweetie. Don't worry, he'll eventually come around," Maybe it was bullshit falling from Lindsey's lips, but there was a guy who liked to dress in skirts from time to time sobbing on her bed needing consolation.

Gee sniffed. "How do you know that?"

"Because I'm Lindsey fucking Ballato, honey," She smiled, and Gerard couldn't help but feel the corner of his lips tug upwards. "And you, you're Gerard Arthur motherfucking Way, and that one right there-" Lindsey pointed at her Green Day poster on the back of her door. "-is Billie Joe Armstrong: the hottest forty year-old ever. Now get your shit together because we are having a party,"

Gerard laughed. "Billie Joe is indeed very fucking hot, but a party? You know I don't do parties, Linds..." He trailed off as Lindsey jumped up from the bed and placed her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed at Gerard.