What are we? (Frerard)

What the hell?

Frank pov

"So you don't owe anyone money anymore?!" I inquired skeptically.

"Not exactly. I just don't owe Bert anything anymore. I still have other debts." He admitted shamefully. I sighed frustratedly and shoved my hands into my front pockets. Gerard ran a hand through his hair and chewed on the corner of his lip, my favorite of his nervous habits. "It should be okay. The other guy I owe money to, he's chill." He shrugged nervously looking out the window. He brushed it off but I can tell he worries about how I'll react. "Look, I am really sorry." He tried again. I shook my head and lifted a hand to silence him.

"Gerard we've been over this. Its okay. Rather it be me than you."

"But you don't deserve this. It's not your fault I'm a worthless druggie who can't keep his life in check." He reached forward and used his fingertip to lightly trace around my healing back eye.

"Gerard! You're not worthless. We've all got flaws. I want to help you-I'm here to help you." I reasoned as I felt myself lean into his slight touch.

"Yeah well my flaws are affecting those I care about. The guilt and anger swallow me whole, especially when it comes to you. I hate the fact the I'm a bad influence on you. I don't wanna be." He intently examined my eye then traced his finger down my cheek bone and under my chin before dropping his hand completely.

I leaned little closer and caresses his cheek slightly.

"It'll get better Gerard. I'll make sure of it. I promise you'll turn out okay-"

"But I'm not okay Frankie! And if you stick around me you won't be either." He wrapped a hand around my wrist and pulled it away from his face.

I frowned. "I don't care, Gerard. I think you should quit worrying about me, and focus on yourself!"

"That's not an easy thing, you know? All I ever think about is you." He admitted. I felt a blush rush to my cheeks.

"I'm serious Gerard." I chuckled, dismissing his slightly flirtatious attitude.

"So am I." He replied all too austerely. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He hung his arms loosely around my waist and leaned down to kiss my cheek. He trailed kisses down my cheek to my neck where he gave me a gentle nip. "Just one hickey?" I was shocked he asked for permission first this time, but that doesn't change my decision.

"No." I giggled. He sighed and pulled away with a fading grin.

~

"Lindsey called. She wanted to throw a get together with some old friends!" Gerard announced as we relaxed on the couch.

"And invite who?" Mikey scoffed as he stared at the Star Wars playing in the tiny TV screen. Gerard shrugged. "All the people you two get high with?" Mikey mumbled bitterly under his breath, though both Gerard and I heard quite clearly. Gerard was stunned silence. I know Mikey gets angry with Gerard's behavior from time to time, but that was necessary.

"What's your deal?!" Gerard scoffed and I knew this wasn't going to be good. The anxiety that balled in the back of my throat prevented me from interfering.

"Nothing I'm just tired of this stupid cycle! You wanna get shitfaced with a bunch of losers be my guest! Don't come crying to me when you get hurt."

Once again the room was silent. The last movement was Gerard storming off from his position in the living room out the front door with the slam echoing through the small house.

"What the hell was that?!" I exclaimed shooting up from my seat.

I could visibly see Mikey's jaw clench as his teeth ground together with stress. He took a deep breath trough his nose then said,"Frank, the last thing he needs is to hang around those low lives. Bad things happen when he gets under the influence, especially around them around them. Out of all people you should understand that."

"Well I do, but it's different now. Gerard knows better. What's the worst that can happen?" I found myself ask. Mikey just turned away from my gaze. "It's the same thing over and over! You get him to a point where he's not pathetic and all your hard emotional work comes crumbling down. You get tired of it." He spoke indignantly.
A reoccurring thing with the Ways is their strong distinctive attitude and personality.

"I understand that this all must've been hard-"

"No Frank, I don't think you understand."

"How could you possibly know?"

"Because you're still here."

"Personally I can't quite comprehend why you haven't given up on him."

"Im not going to abandon him. Not after all this shit that's happened. I love him."

"Love is blind. You should do what's best for you not just him. You could've died when you were attacked-"

"I know." I interrupted, voice staring out loud before caving in on itself and becoming a mumble.
I didn't edit this completely so forgive any mistakes. I'm trying to somewhat wrap this fanfic up soon. Though there's still MULTIPLE chapters to go so yea.
bye!
~Kayla