forgotten - frerard [✔️]

five

"bandit,say bye bye to daddy,grandma's here."lindsey took her two year old's hand as she gave a look of disgust to her husband.a look that was unreadable to him but he would be able to study it well as soon as their offspring wasn't in the room.

bandit gave her father a kiss to his lips and lindsey carried little bandit downstairs,giving her to mrs ballato for  the weekend.mrs ballato waved and so did bandit and as soon as her mother's car wasn't visible to her eyes any longer,she marched upstairs to face her husband.

"what the fuck is wrong with you,gee?"

he was certainly confused as to why his wife suddenly blew up on him like this and that's when his eyes began to analyze her features for some kind of hints,"uhm,what's-what's this about?"

lindsey scoffed,"gerard,why haven't you called frank?"

"oh..."

"yea,'oh.' " she mocked him with her hands at her hips and her eyebrows arched in frustration.

gerard stared at her as the scanning of his wife's face kept failing on him," i'll call him."

"funny since that's the same thing you said to ray three fuckin' days ago."

"lindsey,why do you suddenly care if i call him or not? it's not like-"

"it's not like what? like i'm not his friend?"she spat tying her hair in a quick ponytail as she felt a sudden anger fueled heat engulf her body,"i'm more of a friend than you seeing as ray and i paid him a visit yesterday; so yeah,i might as well be you're replacement now that you've chosen to back the fuck up from that privilege."

"lindsey-"

"no.you listen to me.frank isn't fucking okay.he has bronchitis,it's fucking christmas and his parents and dog died not too long ago,and everyone knows frank hasn't been mentally stable since then.not to mention his best friend is dodging his texts and calls like a total douche for no apparent reason,"lindsey by then had her hair up in a bun because she did that a lot,fixed her hair when she was angry.it was a weird quirk to say the least.

gerard cross his arms upon his chest,"i've been busy."

lindsey could only laugh at that,"busy doing fuckin' what? look,gerard; you guys are best friends,and at one point you where even more than that; so i suggest you get 'un-busy' and reply to his texts and calls,or do him one better an pay him a visit for once.it certainly won't kill you,gerard."

the blonde took a deep breath an turned on her heel and walked back down stairs,leaving her husband alone to get un-busy.and then a text from fank flashed in his phone and this was his chance to do what his very angry wife suggested.he contemplated texting back but his pride blinded him as he erased the text and surely getting un-busy was  something that he found too difficult to accomplish when he took notice of a unfinished drawing upon his desk.

the texts kept coming.

gerard kept erasing them.

frank was desperate.

gerard was complacent.

the texts kept coming.

gerard kept erasing them.