Forever And Always(Frerard)

Chapter 15: Tragic With A Capital "T"

CHAPTER 15: 

---Gerard's POV--- 

After singing Frank to sleep, I stayed awake for a while longer. I pondered where Frank and I would go, if anywhere. What would happen if we broke up? Would it be like all other break ups and we wouldn't even speak? What would happen to the band? 

I thought deeply about these things, and other more trivial things, but after a while, I fell asleep, into dreams about my Frankie.

I woke up the next morning with an aching neck and my back hurting like a bitch. I stood up slowly and wandered out into he large penthouse apartment to find my boyfriend... Or was he my boyfriend? Were we together? When I found him, we needed to define the relationship, or as I called it DTR. 

I found Frank in his bed, softly snoring away. He was sleeping like a rock! What a jackass! He let me sleep on the couch all night, when he got to sleep in his precious little bed. Well then, I thought, it's time for a wake up call. 

I jumped onto the bed with all of my weight and started bouncing all around. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" Frank hollered, but I didn't stop bouncing. 

This went on for about ten minutes, me jumping all around the bed, and Frank cursing at me for disturbing his sweet slumber.

He got sick of it however, and tackled me and threw me onto the bed.

"GODDAMMIT GERARD! CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!!!!" He screamed. I was too busy laughing my ass  off to care if he was actually mad or not.

"C'mon Frank. It was just a joke. Don't act like you don't like where this is going," I said suggestively.  I wriggled my eyebrows and winked at him a little before he got the message of where I was going.

After he did, he aggressively attacked my lips with his. We let our hands wander wherever they wanted to, and made out for about 5 minutes. We finally broke apart for air and he just stared at me, passion and love filling his hazel eyes. 

Just then, my cell phone rang. It was in the front pocket of my tight black skinny jeans, and with Frank laying on top of me, the vibration startled both of us. 

He rolled off of me and left the room. I dug the device out of my pocket and saw it was my brother. I flipped it open and put it to my ear. 

"Hey Mikes," I said casually. 

"Gerard! Oh, my God! It's awful! I...." His voice trailed off as he broke down into tears. He sounded as if he'd been crying for hours. 

"Mikey," I soothed. "Calm down, little bro. Tell me what's happened." 

I will always regret prying the answer out of him. The next sentence would make my heart drop to the core of the Earth and would physically make me vomit. It was the worst sentence I would ever hear in my life. For once, my life was actually taking a turn for the best, adn then reality had to come knocking. 

"Gee......" He said slowly. "Mom and Dad are dead."