Frank's POV
Bert and Gerard still haven't come out yet. I'm bored out of my mind. I can make out little conversations occasionally but they're both pretty quiet so it's hard hearing them. Mostly the conversations are about me and mum, what happened to Gerard. Apparently he had a withdrawal. I'm glad Bert knows what to do. I'm glad he's here, but then again I'm not. It's hard to admit when you have a fault, I wish I was humble enough to say that I'm jealous of Bert. Too bad I'm not humble.
Great! I can hear them again.
"What will you do when I leave?", I hear Bert say.
Gerard doesn't come back immediately with a response.
"I wish I was invisible, could go through walls, fly.", Gerard finally says.
"So a ghost?"
"Yea something like that.", he mutters.
There's a pause.
Bert clears his throat before responding back. "Gerard, did you want Frank to find you?"
Long pause.
"I-I understand if you don't want to talk-"
"It's fine. And no, I didn't want him to find me...", Gerard trails off, with not a single trace of emotion in his voice. I wish I was Bert. I wish Gerard would open up to me like this. I wish he would trust me. I wish he would like me back. It didn't have to be in a romantic way. I just want someone who cares and looks out for me. Of course that will never happen though. Sometimes I wish I could just escape into my fantasies. They always seem better then reality.
"I wanted to die, Bert. But I couldn't let you go. It's- it's just complicated. I can't explain. Wow, this is really cheesy.", I say with a little nervous laugh.
"You don't need to explain, I'm glad you're here, Gerard. I get it. It's okay.", Bert cuts him off.
Another significantly long pause.
"I think he's listening", Gerard mumbles. I scramble out into the hallway, pretending to be interested in my hands as Bert walks out with a bitter expression on his face.
"Why do you think it's your business to snoop on Gerard and I?", Bert says as he crosses his arms.
"I wasn't. I've been sitting here the whole time", I lie.
Right after the untrue words tumble from my mouth Bert's face goes as red as a tomato. "You fucking liar".
Oh shit he's on to me. Just pretend like you didn't.
"What makes you think I am?", shit, that really made this worse.
"How do I think you are?", he laughs, "do you think I have the intelligence of a child? I fucking saw you sitting! I could see your fucking shadow! If you think that you can lie to me then you are more wrong than you think!", he laughs again.
"Don't you fucking ever lie to me again. You got that Iero?", he says, the humor once in his voice shrinking away. He leans in close to me. Inches from my face. He's so close I can feel his hot breath against me. "Don't cross my path again.", he spits out. I gulp as I watch him walk away, back to Gerard.
Back to mine.
Haaaaayyyyy. I'm so sorry for the shortest chapter ever existing, I'm also sorry for not updating last week, but we can't all be perfect haha. Hopefully the next one will be longer. Also I got a question about when will I end this book and start a sequel. I don't really have any plans for ending this book anytime soon. But I am gonna make a sequel most likely. Who knows I might stop at chapter 20, chapter 40, chapter 199. I guess just whenever I feel like it (omz I sound like a snob I'm sorryyy) but anyways thanks for reading!
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