American Beauty ✧ Frerard

The Aftermath of Frank's Fuck-Up

tw: self harm!! stay safe, lovelies.

They all fucked up let's be real. Patrick exposed Peterick in front of Gerard, Gerard uploaded that video, Frank disrupted the Frerard. So as expected the aftermath of Frank's fuck-up. Hence the title.

Mikey called Gerard the next morning after he had seen this video. Oh poor poor Mikey.

"Hello?" Frank answered Gerard's phone.

"I saw that video... I'm scarred," Mikey said. Frank burst into a fit of laughter.

"Sorry about that Mikes. I assume you wanna talk to Gee?"

"Not quite yet. I've gotta bone to pick with you. Pete and Patrick called me saying Gee was planning on driving up here because of something you did. They wouldn't tell me what but I swear to God if you hurt Gerard I will snap your neck," Mikey said and Frank heard Ray chuckle and tell Mikey to calm down.

"I didn't hurt him. I recorded a video and forgot to tell him I was going to record. Yes I am aware that Gerard is very sensitive to that and it was entirely my fault," Frank said.

"You bet it fucking was." Mikey spat. "You know Gerard is sensitive to that."

"He literally just said that..." Ray said to Mikey. "Calm down."

"I'm so calm that if I was any calmer, I'd blow up." Mikey hissed.

"You're already sky high, darlin'." Ray chuckled.

"Darlin'?" Mikey asked, calming down because of his confusion.

"I'm gonna go get Gerard, but it was nice talking to you Mikey." Frank offered.

"Yeah whatever." Mikey grumbled.

Frank called out to Gerard.

"I'm busy!" He called back.

"Doing what, sweetheart? Cause it sure isn't me!" Frank called back.

"Frank..." Gerard said wearily. "I'm paying the bills, since you didn't."

"Oh," Frank replied, sighing. "He's gonna have to call you back Mikey."

Mikey, still feeling salty about the whole situation, hung up without saying goodbye.

Frank sighed, and put Gerard's phone back where he found it.

Frank trotted down the stairs, and sighed as he saw Gerard sitting at the island in the kitchen, talking on the house phone.

He looked really busy, and Frank knew better than to mess with Gerard while he was paying the bills.

He knew better than to mess with his lover any other time, too, but...

Frank decided to sit on the couch and scroll through comments on his YouTube videos. There were a lot asking what the point of these were, a few people found them funny, and then there was even one that said "did ur mother not teech u 2 use ur inside voice?"

"Illiterate ten-year-old." Frank muttered, scrolling past it. He got quite tired of it and decided to find something else to do. 

That something else was to troll the internet for a next video topic and maybe get things prepared ahead of time for once.

This was literally how bored he was. He ended up finding some meme and decided he just disliked memes in general, and so he wrote a script for it, which only took about thirty minutes though because it was a subject that would just flow to him easily. 

Proceeding the finishing of that script, he went back downstairs to see if Gerard was done yet, which he was not. He was writing something down in a notebook and frequently tapping on the calculator and checking the screen. He looked tense, so Frank, trying to be nice (keep in mind he doesn't have much experience with nice), went up behind Gerard and rubbing his shoulders and telling him to relax.

"Frankie, you know I love you, but please, leave me the fuck alone," Gerard said not even taking his eyes off the screen.

"Okay," Frank said discouraged and kissed him on the cheek grabbing his jacket to go for a walk. 

Like most walks, this one led him to the local vinyl store. Frank would browse the records and just feel the nostalgia of when he was fifteen. When Frank was fifteen he was quite the punk rocker. Had a faux hawk, played guitar, wore quite the amount of eyeliner. Those were both his best and worst years. Best because he was in a place where he felt more comfortable with himself and didn't have much a care in the world. The worst because even though he was comfortable he didn't feel he belonged, or fit, or that he was even needed. Therefore the suicidal years. The years he still couldn't get over.

With thoughts of past led him to thoughts of what he had now. What a great life he made for himself. That he thought he just fucked up. 

That's why Gerard didn't want to talk.

That's why he pushed me away.

He's probably giving me hints.

He's too timid and scared to break up with me.

I messed up.

A single tear ran down his cheek as he walked out of the store.  He truly believed Gerard didn't want him anymore. And Gerard was his everything. If Gerard didn't want him, and he didn't want anyone else, he was alive why? Oh but how wrong Frank was he didn't know. Frank was Gerard's everything.

But Gerard wasn't aware of all the triggers Frank had. He thought he knew them all, Frank thought Gerard knew them all. But circumstances can change. Small things magnified. Frank left a mess. 

A mess that was walking into a convenient store. A mess that migrated to the location of replacement razor blades. A mess that picked up a pack. A mess that went to the cashier. A mess that purchased those blades.