American Beauty ✧ Frerard

Gerard, Honey, Don't Break the Internet

Back at the Peterick residence Gerard was a wreck. His face was down into a pillow and he simply wouldn't move. It was now nearing lunch time so a cautious Pete came up and tapped his shoulder.

"Gerard?" He asked tentatively.

Gerard rolled over and looked up at Pete. "Yeah yeah yeah I know. I'm a pain I need to leave," he started to get up when Pete grabbed his wrist.

"You always assume the worst Gerard. I was gonna ask you if you wanted lunch," Pete stayed calm because he knew Gerard was very volatile.

"No, I'm not hungry," Gerard sighed. He started to get up and pack his bag.

"What are you doing that for?" Pete questioned.

"I'm gonna go, I know I'm a nuisance."

"Gerard, you're fine. And we'd much rather prefer you stay here where we know you are safe."

"Fine, whatever," Gerard wasn't in the mood to argue so he plopped down onto the couch. "So Peterick is real?" Gerard smirked trying to get his mind off Frank.

"W-well, it's like, y-you see, it's more of a.... Best friends with benefits?" Pete's face was red as a firetruck.

"Frank owes me me a blow job, if I ever see him again," Gerard at this point broke down crying. Pete sat next the him trapping him in a friendly side-hug.

"I'm gonna go for a walk, call me if you need me," Gerard said getting up and grabbing his phone, jacket, and ear-buds.

And so he went. He was trying to listen to Pixies but he got a text from Patrick about the video he uploaded this morning.

'I don't think you edited your video...... 😐' it read.

'FUCK' he replied.

Because yes Gerard had left in all the time of the video in which Frank and him had sex. And since the rooms are right across the hall from each other you could hear all of it.

So he pulled out his phone and added to his snapchat. He looked like complete shit in a baggy old Misfits sweatshirt from his teen years, some gray sweatpants, and Uggs. He had no makeup on either and his hair was greasy and unruly.

'I'm so sorry about that video it will be taken down shortly' he said quickly, put it through a black and white filter then posted it.

Gerard kept walking, and walking, and walking. Which led to thinking, and thinking, and thinking. In turn became worrying, and worrying, and worrying. Which overall led to Gerard having to stop on a park bench to catch his breath and refrain from having an anxiety attack.

That was when a fairly attractive man with his right arm covered in tattoos. He wore skinny jeans, a basic graphic T-shirt, some bracelets, and a dog tag. His brown hair was a fucking mess and honestly he looked way too good.

"You alright?" He asked placing a hand on Gerard's back. What the hell was this guy's deal?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Gerard said taking a deep breath.

"I'm Trevor by the way," he said. Now for all of you readers like 'who tf is this' or 'well I know a lot of Trevor's this could be' it's Trevor Wentworth (gerard's problematic fav who he swears is actually a sweetheart).