When Thursday came I laughed a little to myself. "Gerard come sit on the bed." I told him. He nodded and walked to our room and sat on the bed. I stepped into the walk in closet and put on the suit I've been keeping a secret. When I stepped out he screamed, "FRANKIE!!!! You know I'm scared of clowns!" I giggled a little bit.
"I go to clown college every Thursday night." He frowned. "Drop out! Drop out right now!" He said. "And change! That's horrifying." He hasn't been looking at me this whole time, because my clown suit is too scary.
I giggled and walked into the closet and changed into my clothes. When I came out he smiled. "Yay Frankie's back." I smiled and nodded.
"Can I ask something?" He asked. "Yeah of course." I answered.
"Frankie, do you want to be a clown? Is it your dream?" I shook my head quickly.
"I want to be in a band." He smiled, "You've never told me that." He smiled a little.
I walked back into the closet and grabbed two guitars. "I kind of stole these from the music store, so I could make music." He rolled his eyes. "Why do you steal so much?" He asks. "First my ring, now guitars. Why don't you use the money you earn?" I sighed, this is a lot to be admitting too in such a short amount of time.
"I don't work. I don't have a job." He didn't look shocked, he didn't look upset he just looked annoyed, "Of course you don't!" He yelled quite dramatically. "Wait hold on one second. How do we have so much money?!? Do you steal that too?!?"
I nodded a little. "Sometimes, but sometimes I just pretend that I'm a homeless man." He slaps my shoulder and honestly and it doesn't hurt. "Why would you do that?!? Homeless people need help not impersonators! You're such a dick sometimes!" He yelled and I got angry too.
"You're not complaining when you're the one sucking the dick's dick." He looked very angry.
"Is that all I am too you?!? Just someone to suck you?!?"
"No!!!" I yelled. He pushed me and stormed out of the room.
Of course I couldn't just leave him alone I had to follow him. "I just honestly can't think of what could be worse than pretending you're homeless!!!"
"A lot trust me!" I said trying to defend myself, but only being a bigger jerk.
"You are such a terrible person! Why are we even still together?!?" He stormed out of the house.
-6 hours later-
When Gerard walked in I jumped up and ran to him hugging him tightly. "Are you okay?" I asked quickly he nodded but didn't say anything.
"Gerard I'm so sorry! I'm sorry that I didn't just let you go. I'm sorry that I have to tell you so much. I'm so sorry."
"I just don't understand why your mood changes so much. I talked to a therapist, that's where I went and she said that you're bipolar. Frankie?"
I nodded, "Yes Gerard I'm bipolar."
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1.I hate when you make spaghetti
2.I actually don't go to the gym
3.I love to smoke pot.
4.My mom isn't my mom.
5.Rover's not our dog.
6.We first started dating as a dare
7. I stole your ring
8. I almost died
9.Every Thursday night I go to clown college
10.I dream of being in a band
11.I stole two guitars from the music store
12.I don't work.
13.I steal our money
14.I pretend to be homeless
15.I am bipolar
A/N this is kind of a cliffhanger, because the next one will start with that last sentence. It's going to start getting serious now.
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50 Things I've kept a secret- Frerard
FanfictionFrank had a life changing experience and he can't handle the way he loves anymore. The down side he has to admit everything he's done wrong to Gerard.
