A.N. the idea/plot comes from a real event. When Gerard and lindsay went public, frank screamed 'trust no one' during 'I'm not okay' and another he yelled 'you lied.'
"Trust no one." There was a split second where Ray and Mikey gave me a "what the fuck?" glance and Gerard looked down, but before anyone noticed, Gerard went back to his usual kick ass self, and the set went on as usual.
Frankie we can't do this.
"I'm not okay! I'm not okay, hey yeah."
I love you Frankie, but I'm not ready.
"I'm not okay! I'm not okay, I'm not okay."
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The lights went out and back on suddenly, smoke filling the air around me, and my shirt felt too hot.
"We're My Chemical Romance, everybody."
The slick white guitar fell from my hands and I tore off the strap, throwing down the instrument as screams filled my ears. Gerard's words echoed through my head.
I love you.
You're so perfect.
Never leave me.
I'll stay forever, Frankie.
Everything went blurry. I pushed past the guard at the back of the stage and kept on walking, past the fans with the V.I.P passes begging for an autograph or picture. I kept on pushing back until I reached a well lit hallway.
Forever Frankie.
Why can't you trust me?
A row of oak doors with old tape stains from past artists came into veiw, and I went into my dressing room, slamming the door behind me.
I can't take this.
Salty tears stung my eyes and I tried to hold them back, failing, and slumped against the door, putting my face in my hands. I sobbed and took in my surroundings. Black and red eyeliner, my jacket, an amp, my phone, and scattered assortments of makeup and food.
I got up and picked up the wooden stool, smashing the mirror into pieces, breaking each surrounding light bulb separately, reveling in the shattering sounds and falling glass.
Right before I swung to hit the last light bulb I heard a voice.
"Frankie?"
The tears started up again and I brought the chair down on the metal table, the wood splintering.
"Frankie please."
I brought it down again and one of the legs went flying.
"Please."
I threw it across the room and fell to my knees, putting my face back in my hands.
"Frankie I have a key."
Shit.
I got to my feet and wiped the running eye makeup with the back of my hand. I walked to the door and grabbed the cold metal of the handle, unlocking it slowly and backing up, opening it.
An angel in black stood in front of me, his red hair falling in his eyes.
"W-what?" I asked willing my voice not to break and refusing to make eye contact. Every part of him I looked at brought back too many memories so I diverted my eyes to the floor.
"Are you okay?"
I chuckled humorlessly.
"Is that a serious question?"
We stood in silence before Gerard grabbed my chin and yanked my head
towards him. I met his hazel eyes and I couldn't keep it in.
"I love you Gee. I love you and-" my voice broke and I sighed to stop myself from crying again.
I grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer, softly planting my lips on his and kissing him.
He started to kiss me back before pulling away again.
"Frankie. I-"
I pushed him back.
"I know Gerard! You can't. You can't be with me, it's not right, we'll split up the band, the fans will be disappointed, we'll get death threts, et-fucking-cetera. Leave."
"But-"
"Leave. I can't trust you anymore"
Sorry that was extremely rushed y'all. Forgive me.
