Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)

19. Gerard People Watches and We Find out Ryan is Obsessed

To Pete, nothing could ever quite compare to Mikey Way. There was something about him that really made Pete feel something. And Pete was always looking for a way to feel.

And now as they sat across from each other at the table, sharing a few bottles of wine, Pete really felt something. And it wasn't just Mikey's foot running up his leg, it was something inside his heart or his mind or something, and Pete liked the feeling.

"Hypothetically," Pete started "If I were to slide a piece of paper across the table that read 'will you be my boyfriend? Check Yes or No' what would you check? Hypothetically of course"

Mikey leaned across the table and smiled.

"I don't know. Maybe you should try it out. Hypothetically."

"Um," Pete glanced around the room "do you have paper?"

Mikey nodded towards the coffee table and Pete went over to get a paper and a pen. He sat back down at the table and wrote out the note with shaky hand writing. He folded the note in half, and then in half again and slide it across the table, along with the pen.

Mikey stared at the note for a moment before picking it up. He looked at Pete's hopeful grin and took a breath. He opened the note, his hands shaking slightly.

"You spelt friend wrong." Mikey mumbled as he picked up the pen and made an "X" in one of the boxes.

"Shut up Mikeyway." Pete said, smiling.

Mikey passed Pete back the note and watched as he read it, his eyes visibly lighting up.

"Really?"

Mikey nodded.

Pete smiled a real smile because Pete hadn't had a boyfriend in a very long time and that small X in box on a stupid note, marked probably a new chapter in his life.

-

Gerard had always liked people watching. He liked to see other people interact with each other and he liked to make up stories about some of the people that he saw.

Which is why he was sat in a coffee shop on a busier strip for the better part of the after noon. That and the fact that Mikey had Pete over and he really did not want to hear his brother do things with his boyfriend. Also, his brother having a boyfriend, reminded Gerard of Frank.

Gerard hadn't talked to Frank in two days. Which wasn't near the record of them not talking. But Gerard wasn't looking to set a record, he was looking to talk to Frank. And although he was only a five-minute car ride or a phone call away, Gerard couldn't bring himself to do either because Gerard was scared.

Gerard was scared that Frank would have done something stupid again like the last time he left. So Gerard stayed by himself in the coffee shop.

"Gerard?"

And speak of the devil, Frank coincidentally walked into the coffee shop and Gerard was starting to think his life was planned out by some teenager or something because everything happening lately seemed like something straight out of a shitty fan fic. Oh well.

"Frank."

Frank took the seat across from Gerard and Gerard stared down at his coffee cup, not daring to make eye contact.

"You've been avoiding me."

"No I haven't." It wasn't technically a lie per say, because Gerard hadn't been going out of his way to not see Frank.

"Either way, we need to have a chat."

Gerard nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"I want to fix what I've done, Gerard. I know I fuck up with the drugs and Brendon but I want to fix what I did. I really do."

And it was in that moment that Gerard realised that he wasn't totally at fault here.

"Wait a second," Gerard held up his hand "You almost cheated on me. Again! What the fuck?"

"Well technically," Frank began rubbing a hand over his face "we were never back together, and I didn't actually cheat on you again but..."

"Stop." Gerard shook his head. "honestly, I can't believe I'd be so stupid to think you'd changed. But I realise now that you're the worst mistake I've ever made." Gerard stood up and made to leave the coffee shop.

"Wait," Frank called and grabbed Gerard's wrist as he walked by "you don't mean that. Please Gerrard. I need you."

Gerard's face twisted into one of pure disgust as he jerked his arm away from Frank's grasp.

"Don't fucking call me."

-

Ryan Ross liked to think he had better things to do than fantasize about the guy with the huge forehead and the black eye. But the honest to goodness truth was that he just didn't. And the proof lay in the fact that he hadn't stopped thinking about him for the past two days.

"I need to find him." Ryan muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter. He got in his car and began to drive towards Frank's house because if anyone knew where to find Brendon, it would be Frank.

im glad wattpad fixed the spacing. also this is a short chapter but its not like anyone cares to read this story so it doesnt quite matter does it?