blocked. [frerard]

sixteen.

(((this is kinda like a part. ii to the other chapter, okay? okay. sick john green reference lmao.)))

frank had fallen asleep at the end of gerard's bed when his clock said three in the morning. frank didn't know how trustworthy the clock itself was- but he trusted it half-heartedly. he had woken up when he felt gerard struggle a bit to get out of bed. shooting himself up to sit straight. 

"gee, baby-" frank whispered.

"frank?" gerard squinted a little bit. 

"yes, gee- stay in bed." frank said quietly, standing up from the bed.

"but, frank-" gerard whined.

"gee, please." 

"alright." gerard sighed, laying himself back down.

"i love you." frank said, standing up from the bed to walk out from the room. he grabbed gerard a glass and poured some water in it before getting him some pain killers. he said good morning to mikey and pete who were cuddling on the couch in the living room watching some sort of star wars marathon at six in the morning. 

he walked back to the basement, handing gerard his drink and the pills. watching closely as he took them. frank smiled a bit when gerard was done.

"now, do you wanna talk about why you drank that much?" frank asked, sitting criss-cross-applesauce at the end of the bed.

"i mean, i guess i have too." gerard sighed, putting the glass on his end table.

"please, do." frank said, looking over at gerard.

"i just, i don't understand why mikey wouldn't tell me first. he's moving to la with pete- they love each other very much, and it has always been a dream for mikey- but he shouldn't have told me over kik. fuck, over the phone would've been better. we've just been so close, y'know? i don't get it. i love him, he's my brother- i don't want him to be that far away, i know i'll miss him too much. i'm just mad at him. like, a lot. but i guess, not as much." gerard confessed.

"gee-" frank sighed.

"i know, it's stupid." gerard frowned.

"it's not stupid- it's understandable. just, tell him that." frank said, shaking his head.

"i don't know if i can." 

"you can." frank assured him.

"you're sure?" gerard asked.

"i'm positive." frank grinned. "now, let's go upstairs- pete and mikey are having a starwars marathon and i know you're gonna be more mad at him if you miss that." he giggled a little.

"another thing he didn't tell me about?" gee frowned.

"c'mon, babe- don't get mad at him." 

"i'm not gonna get mad at him." gerard smiled a little.

"alright, good." frank smiled, getting up from the bed. "now let's go." he grinned, holding his hand out for gerard, who soon took it as they ran upstairs to pete and mikey.