Part Two: You Can Only Blame Your Problems on the World for So Long Before It All Becomes the Same Old Song
[Frank POV]
I can't wait to see Gerard. I'm seriously walking so fast my legs might fall off at any moment. Today's my birthday, and while everyone else is painting themselves up with makeup and putting on ridiculous costumes, which I also love doing, I'm rushing home to see what Gerard has planned for the evening. I mean sure, we can't go out and have dinner or go to any of the local haunted houses or fairs, but normally he will come up with something fun for us to do without outing ourselves.
"Gee! It's me!" I yelled as I knocked on the door, but unfortunately didn't receive an answer. Is he planning some dumb surprise party with just himself? I wouldn't put it past him to be honest. I fished around in my pocket for my key and began the typical battle with Gerard's faulty door lock. After wiggling the key around and twisting the knob back and forth, I hit the right combination of movements and the door swung open. Before I could even walk in, the strong smell of alcohol hit me. Gerard never drinks though. In all the time we've dated he's never had more than a sip of whatever I was drinking.
"Gerard?" I called out as I walked through the door and set my stuff down on the kitchen table. As I walked into the living room, I could see Gerard's red mess of hair from behind the chair he was sitting in.
"Why, Frankie?"
"What?" I was still confused as to what was going on and why Gerard suddenly decided to start drinking. I sat down on the couch, taking a moment to look at him. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it, his tie was loose around his neck, and his white dress shirt was pulled from his trousers and stained with, what I can only guess would be, whatever he's been drinking for the last couple of hours.
"Why are you here? Why do you stay?"
"Gee? What's going on? Why are you drinking?"
"You're not answering me, Frankie." Gerard slurs. For the first time since I walked in, he looks over at me. His eyes are bloodshot and there are tears streaking his cheeks which are flushed from all the alcohol.
"Gerard, babe, what's-" But as soon as I start to rush to his side, his hand shoots out, sloshing a good bit of liquid out of the glass he's holding.
"Sit down and answer me, Frankie."
"I'm here because this is where I spend every weekend. You know that. We've been doing this for quite awhile now."
"But why do you stay?"
"What? We're dating, Gerard. You seriously can't be that drunk yet."
"Frank."
"What?! What do you want me to say? Why are you even asking me this? God, I stay because you're my fucking boyfriend and I happen to love your stupid ass." At that he decided to burst out laughing.
"What's that you say?" He hardly gets out between fits of laughter.
"I said I stay because you're my boyfriend and I love you. Now what the hell is going on Gerard?" He chuckles and tosses his head back, letting the last of his drink flow into his mouth.
"You don't know what love is! You're just a kid fucking around with his professor!" He suddenly yells, standing up, but not for long seeing as he wobbles and falls back into the chair. I watch as he sits up and rests his face in his hands.
"What the hell is going on?! Why are you drunk? Why are you asking me these questions? Why are you telling me I don't know what love is?"
"Because."
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The (Shipped) Gold Standard
Fanfiction"I am hopelessly in love with this man. And there is no denying that. But for him, I could lie and say I'm not for four more months. For him I'll do anything." Frank is a university student and Mr. Way is his eccentric art professor. Just like any o...
