Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)

22. and 14 days later this shit popped out and i named it chapter 22

Lindsey Ballato was fed up with Gerard to put it simply. She was fed up with the fact that the only time she was of service to him was when him and Frank were fighting and she was fed up with him eating all her damn cookies.

Like, seriously, that was the second row of Oreos since he'd gotten there!

"Gee?" Lindsey gently placed her hand on Gerard's shoulder as he sat at her kitchen table, sulking in the same way he had been doing for the past three hours.

"Just go away." Gerard swatted her hand away and grabbed another Oreo, stuffing it into his mouth and washing it down with a sip of coffee.

"No." Lindsey frowned "Gee, c'mon, you've gotta get up and do something."

"Lindsey," Gerard sighed "I said leave me alone." Gerard rolled his eyes.

"Gerard!" Lindsey exclaimed, exasperated as she grabbed the box of Oreos from out in front of Gerard and threw the, through the door way and into the kitchen "Let's go for a walk!" She grabbed Gerard's hand and started to pull him towards the front door.

"Lindsey, what the fuck?" Gerard tried to stop Lindsey from pulling him outside, but his attempts were futile, as she grabbed both of their shoes and literally pushed Gerard out the door.

"Walk with me." She tossed Gerard his shoes, and Gerard struggled to keep up with her while trying to slide his feet into his shoes. "Listen here," She stopped walking and grabbed Gerard by the shoulders. His eyes widened in shock and probably fear. "I am sick of this." She sighed, letting go of Gerard and running a hand through her hair.

"What do you mean?" Gerard frowned and Lindsey began to walk again. He followed.

"I mean," Lindsey began "I'm sick of you coming here when you're sad."

"Fine." Gerard scoffed "I won't come to you when I' sad then. If you don't care." He trailed off at the end.

"Gerard," Lindsey shook her head. She knew Gerard knew exactly what she meant, but still felt the need to explain herself. "I mean, I'm sick of you coming to me only when you're sad. I do care, of course I do, but it'd be really great if you'd call me every once in a while, while you're happy."

"Lindsey I-" Gerard was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He looked at the screen and saw he had an incoing call from an unknown number. "Hold on." He answered his phone and held it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Fuck, Gerard, I'm in trouble." Frank's voice sounded through the phone. Gerard almost hung up right there, but the terror in Frank's voice deterred him.

"What did you do this time?" Honestly, it was tiring with Frank fucking up his life so often and needing Gerard to come back to save him. It wasn't healthy and Gerard was tired.

"Gerard, I'm serious, I'm in big trouble." Gerard could hear how loud Frank was breathing and it was sort of freaking him out.

"What kind of trouble, Frank?" Gerard tried his best to make it seem like he didn't care about Frank, but he wasn't a very good liar.

"I don't know where I am, I don't have a car and I don't know how I got here."

"What?" Gerard couldn't help but become increasingly worried about Frank and his well being.

"Fuck, Gerard I need you to come get me."

Gerard rubbed his eyes, successfully rubbing a black smear of eyeliner down his cheek, and sighed.

"Where are you then?"

Lindsey had her hands on her hips and was listening to the whole conversation. She was shaking her head at Gerard who didn't seem to notice.

"Gerard," Frank explained "I don't know. Please, I need you."

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It was 1:45 and Ryan was parked outside Brendon's house in his little red car. He checked his reflection in the visor mirror for about the 12th time. He tried to flatten a piece of hair down for about the 12th time. The piece of hair stuck up again for about the 12th time. Ryan cursed for about the 12th time.

Ran dug around in his center console because it just dawned on him that he may have a bottle of gel and perhaps a comb hidden away in the mess of receipt and gum wrappers.

Ryan triumphantly pulled the bottle of hair gel and the comb out of the console with an exclamation of "Aha!" And instantly squirted a bit of gel onto his fingers and combed that stupid fucking hair down.

By this time, it was about 1:47 and Ryan deemed that it was an appropriate time to leave his car and approach Brendon's door.

He stood in front of the door and raised his fist, he knocked gently and took a few steps back. He pondered for a moment before he realised that the knocks probably weren't loud enough to be heard inside. He raised his fist again and knocked louder, then cringed because the knocking had caused his to hurt his poor little baby knuckles.

He heard shuffling around inside the house before the door opened to reveal Brendon. His shirt was absent and he was wearing grey sweats that were riding low on his hips. His hair was sticking up like he had just woken up and suddenly, Ryan felt over dressed in his black jeans and white t-shirt.

"Hey." Brendon ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the door frame. "You're early."

And now Ryan desperately wished he had stayed in his car for about another 15 minutes because he felt so out of place right now.

"Sorry," Ryan stuttered out "I didn't realise the time." And in that moment, Ryan told the second lie to Brendon in a two-day span.

"it's fine." Brendon smiled. He stood up properly "Come in."

Ryan stepped in the house and Brendon closed the door behind him.

"Take your shoes off please." Brendon asked. He leaned against a banister leading to the upstairs, and watched Ryan take his shoes off.

"Um so." Ryan began, not really knowing where he was going with this whole thing but he was getting really uncomfortable with Brendon staring at him like that. "Nice place you got here." Ryan cursed himself for wearing shoes that took 10 fucking years to get off of his stupid fucking feet. But it didn't seem to bother Brendon. In fact, Brendon looked rather content just standing there watching Ryan.

"Thanks." Brendon shrugged "It was my parents. They got really old and had to go to a nursing home so I kind of just stayed here. And then when they died, I got possession."

"Oh." Ryan exclaimed, partly because he had just managed to pull his foot out of shoes and it made him stumble back a bit, and partly because Brendon was really nonchalant when he was talking about the death of his parents. "I'm sorry."

Brendon shrugged. Ryan finally succeeded in pulling off his other damn shoe and Brendon actually started to clap.

"Finally!" The shorter man exclaimed. He grabbed Ryan's hand and pulled him down the few stairs and into the living room. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure." Ryan took a seat on one of the couched opposite of the TV. Brendon joined him, sitting so close their thighs were touching and Ryan reckoned this day was off to a good start.

ok so lol i had no inspiration for this and then i got carried away and my cat, Frank, was literally licking my eye for half of my writing session with this chapter and i couldn't properly see out my left eye. so here we are after two weeks plz help