What are we? (Frerard)

Midnight problems

Gerard pov

"You're supposed to be my fucking friend!" I hissed.

"Well you my friend, owe me money. Besides, we're not friends.....not anymore." An obviously drunk Bert slurred as he poked my chest with his index finger. His other hand was occupied with clutching a beer bottle identical to those scattered around the room. I scoffed

"You could have killed him you know?"

"Who? That weird friend of yours? Gerard I could care less about what happens to him." He leaned back against his couch and rested his feet on the coffee table that had more stains then I could count. This place was gross. I hated coming to Bert's. It's a dumb for junkies. Including me, though I haven't been buying here for awhile.

"You may not, but I do. He's just a kid. You should keep business between you and I." It felt awkward calling Frank a kid, but in retrospect that's exactly what he is.

"Gerard you're playing with fire until you pay me back understand? I will do whatever I have too in order to claim my profit. I'm beginning to know what strings to play with to get you to do what I want." He smirked.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall. "Well this situation for example, all I had to do was give your little boy toy a scare and you come running." He smirked. "Oh and let's not forget that brother you have. I swear Gerard if this shit continues, he'll be fucking next." Bert took a swig of his beer.

"You're bluffing. You wouldn't hurt my brother. It'll be the last thing you'll ever do!" I threatened.

Bert scoffed. "Open your eyes Way. You couldn't lay a finger on me. I've got friends who do my biddings. Not afraid to get their hands dirty, Frank is the proof of that. I suggest you pay me soon."

"Yeah right. The moment someone else offers to pay them more that what you do, you'll be the one who's screwed." I growled.
"And until then I will abuse my authority." He bit his lip in amusement.

I huffed before pulling a wad of cash that I deposited from the bank this morning and threw onto the coffee table. I wasn't planning on giving it to him today, but I just wanted this shit to stop.

A smug grin spread onto his features like a wildfire. "Stay away from my friends you dick."
Bert picked up the wad then licked his thumb before sliding it down the side of the stack making a whoosh sound. I felt guilty for spending some of my grandparents' inheritance, but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn't risk my brother getting hurt and seeing Frank hurt because of me is punishment enough.

You'd think if learn some kind of valuable lesson about my addiction, but all common sense is easily dissolved from my mind when it comes to that problem.

To be fair I haven't bought it have inhaled anything for two weeks. I've been drunk though, for most of the first week. Then Frank showed up. He distracted me I guess.....

"See you again soon Way" Bert grinned.

"No you fucking won't." I grumbled as my body fumed with guilt and anger.

"Save it Gerard. Don't act like you don't know how this goes. You've got an addiction. That means no matter how much you hate me you will drag your ass back here to buy from me again. It's almost amusing how you think you'll stop."

"Fuck you." I spat. He grinned wider.

"It's so much fun pushing your buttons." He giggled followed by a hiccup.

I left that shitty excuse of a house and began my commute home. It was about 12:00am so it was pretty dark. The moon illuminated the pavement and the only noises where the soft chirp of crickets and rustling of trees as the breeze danced along, rising goosebumps on my exposed skin.

I was still trying to clear my nostrils from the incredibly unclean air in Bert's house. I honestly thought I was gonna pass out.

I find it ironic I live three blocks away from Bert. Believe it or not we were childhood friends. If anything it's his fault I'm in with the wrong crowd. Though, I can't one hundred percent blame him as much as I want to. My life just got a little fucked up. My dad left, my grandparents died, my mom got extra jobs, Mikey needed raised and that task was handed to me. Somehow I managed not to fuck up in that category. I smiled at that fact that my brother might be a little too perfect, his only imperfections being his major ego and incapability to let lose. Though he got the ego part from me.

I'd do anything for my brother, I take a fucking bullet for him and I kinda almost hate how he'd do anything for me. There's going to be a point when sticking up for me is gonna get him in some deep shit.

It makes me mad that how all the good people in my life are so persistent on caring for me. Frank refuses to leave me alone. I think he should avoid me now that it's very clear he could get even more hurt, but I don't want him to go. My chest always swells and my mood saddens when ever I think about Frank leaving.

I-I feel like without him I'll never get over my problem.  I just don't want anything else happening to him because I'm being selfish.

He seems to already go through enough shit in his own we don't need to add mine to his plate. Which I'm dying to know more about what Frank meant when he said he was used to being physically hurt.  Something about the sentence made my stomach twist in anxiety.

I opened the front door to as quietly as I could keeping In mind frank was sleeping only a few feet away in the family room.

I cringed when the door creaked a little m. I could faintly see Frank roll over in his sleep before settling back into his slow breathing. I successfully entered the home without waking anyone.

I approached the peacefully sleeping Frank. His swollen eye was looking slightly better. I bit my lip holding back the urge to wake him from his peaceful slumber.
I wanted to hear him speak and look at his hazel eyes. I wanted him to come back to my room and sleep in bed with me. I wanted to cuddle. I'm not usually the soft type, but fuck stereotypes right now. I eventually decided to leave him be. I turned to walk away, but the floor made the loudest creak the moment my foot made contact.

Frank stirred in his sleep and I anxiously stared at him to see his I disturbed him. He opened his eyes and tiled his head up to look at me. I could only see the outline of his features in the darkness.

"Where have you been?" He mumbled sheepishly. "Out. Don't worry about it." I purred softly. He sighed and pulled the blanket off and standing up. "I'm sorry for waking you up." I frowned as I switched the light on.

"It's okay." He grinned as he wrapped his arms loosely around my waist. "Tell me where you went." He pressed.

Srry for Typos like that. -Kayla