What are we? (Frerard)

Give 'Em hell kid

Gerard pov

"I don't know Gerard. Is it bad that I'm worried?" Mikey asked as he anxiously paced around the family room.

"I saw him last night mikes, I'm sure he's fine." I sighed.

He looked at me skeptically. "Since when did you hang with Frank?" He spat.

"Since it's none of your damn business." I muttered suddenly feeling defensive at his sudden tone.

"Fine, but seriously Gerard he wasn't at school and he hasn't texted me at all. I'm going to go look for him!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his jacket off the chair.

"Whoa?!" I said as I grabbed his arm to halt this actions. "You're his friend not his mother. It hasn't even been 24 hours Mikey, fucking chill out."

"You're going to fucking eat those words of something actually did happen to My best friend asshole!" He growled, he yanked his arm away from my grip and stomped out the door and slammed it behind him.

Truth was I actually was quite worried about Frank. I had a bad feeling. An idea popped into my head and I found myself leaving the house with one destination in my mind.

Mikey pov

I knew where Frank lived. I'm going there. Maybe Gerard was right and I'm overreacting about Frank missing one day. He could be at home sick for all I know. I walked up onto the porch and gave it a knock. No answer.

I knocked three more times and nothing happened. No noise from inside either. Maybe this will be harder than I thought.

Gerard pov

"Frank? Frankie! Oh fuck!" I felt anger and heartache swirl in my chest once is saw him. There he was in the special place; leaning up against a tree scattered in bruises and bloody cuts. Passed out. I know exactly what happened. I knew this would happen! I clutched my hair and pulled at it mentally cursing myself. This was my own fucking fault. I picked him up and carried him back to my house. I laid him on the couch and stared at him. I cleaned him up a bit and changed his shirt and pants. I noticed the pale blue bruises that littered his body, but I quickly re covered him.

Different emotions were building up in my stomach as I waited for him to wake. I was anxious, mad, concerned, scared. What if he doesn't want to be around me anymore after this? I guess that is for his own good. It's what I wanted in the first place...
I leaned my face into my hands as I thought of what I'd say to him. My leg shook frantically as I sat across from him.

Frank opened his eyes and this features filled with panic, then he calmed once his hazel eyes met mine.

"Hey." He said, his voice rough.

"Frank! I'm so fucking sorry I- I knew this would happen and I didn't-I."

I felt sudden waves of sadness hit me and it was all to much to handle. I felt hot tears fall down my cheeks.

"Gerard it's okay. I'm okay." He tried to soothe. Really, this is supposed to be the other way around. "Goddammit, I told you! I told myself this would happen." I exclaimed. Frank jumped a little and looked over at me with piercing eyes or should I say eye, considering one was a black eye that was swollen shut.

Frank remained silent letting me yell it out. I know Frank is the last person I should be screaming at, but I just couldn't stop. "I'm so fucking stupid, I knew this would happen. This is why you should've stayed away-"

"Yet I didn't, Gerard! Life is full of things we should've done, but as a human, I'm made to do the opposite of the logical thing to do. I chose you, and not once have I regretted that! Quit acting like you know what's best for me! You don't. Hell, you don't know what's best for yourself! If I didn't stay I'd be going through emotional hell because I couldn't see you, and you would be doing who know what to yourself. Sure, I wouldn't have gotten beaten up if I left, but who cares. I'm fine and you're fine! Don't blame yourself for this please. It's my fault if anything."