Gerard's POV
I got out of the shower and got dressed, lost in what seemed to be thoughtless actions. What was I going to say to Frank? I really do love him...and there are extents I'd go to for him but I love Mikey too.
Frank lost interest in me and he does have Jamia. There really isn't a need for me in his life right now, if I was going to be around he was probably going to keep me as a friend if he did at all. Mikey was dressed when I got down stairs and I could tell he was leaving. "Where are you going?" He didn't even look at me, he kept his eyes on the floor and for a moment I thought he didn't hear me. "I'm going to see a friend." He left before I could talk to him and to say I was confused was an understatement.
Mikey's POV
I had a strange excitement about going to see Andy. Before things went down he was actually a great guy. A great guy wanted me back. A great guy felt bad for hurting me. A great guy was what I wanted. A great guy is what I needed.
I stepped outside into the cold air and began walking to Andy's, unsure if I would be leaving there hurt or overjoyed.
Gerard's POV
When I got to Franks house I was slightly relieved that Jamias car wasn't there. Jamia was a good person, and she was loyal and honest. But I feel like this is something the two of us need to settle on our own.
I knocked on the door with a sick feeling pooling in my stomach. He opened the door and motioned for me to come in. Surprisingly he didn't smile. He normally always smiled at me no matter what.
He sat down and pointed to a chair close to where he was and I felt like this was looking all to neat for it to turn out good for me.
"Look... Last night I think was rough for all of us.. I shouldn't have kissed you and I shouldn't have got you in trouble with Jamia. I understand that we aren't a thing and that we can't be anymore. I just wanted to make sure you knew I know that." Frank looked at me with sad eyes and sighed. "I know what you're doing... Well no.. But I know something isn't right with you. Can we talk about that for a minute? Us aside for just a second like we're still together and you can still tell me anything."
I sighed and felt my heart tug at the fact that we were going to pretend that we were still together... But if I tell him... Maybe he'll understand.. Maybe I'll get him back.
"Gerard.. If its cutting, drinking, or just depression I want to know. I don't care what it is... I just want to make sure you're okay." Frank said addressing my silence. "Its just.. When you left... I wanted a rush.. A rush that could destract me.. Even just for a little bit because I was so hurt... And I went in the wrong direction... I went in the worst place and tried cocaine.. I only did it once and I didn't like it... I was up all day and night and I was jumpy and giggly and rude and just different. But now its kind of like I'm itching for it you know? I know its bad. and I know I should have more control over it and so far I haven't lost control I just don't know." I looked up at Frank who stared for a minute then stood up, walked over to me, pulled me to my feet, and pressed his lips to mine.
