Waysexual

18. Really Freaking Cheesy, Sappy Makeup

Frank didn't know where he was or why his head hurt so badly. He didn't know he was pretty fucking naked until he stood up and felt cold air. "Fuck!" He said. "Oh... Shit!" He said as he looked down at the scattered clothes. And when he turned around, he didn't say anything else.

Gerard Way was asleep in the bed, pretty fucking naked as well. He didn't know that he had fucked his ex boyfriend.

"Gerard... Wake up! Holy shit!" Frank was frantically pulling on clothes, tears welling in his eyes. His ass really hurt and he couldn't look at Gerard long enough to think about last night.

"Wha..." Gerard woke up to Frank yelling at him and sobbing. "Frank?" He asked, thinking it was a dream.

"You asshole! You cheat on me! Then you have sex with me! What is wrong with you?" Gerard looked up, puzzled. Frank had never yelled at him in a dream.

"Frank... What? Ow." He had a massive headache.

"You fucking had sex with me."

"What? I did?" Gerard was just as horrified as Frank was. Gerard didn't want to be the reason Frank was sobbing and upset. But there he was, once again, the reason behind Frank's tears.

"Yeah. Your mission is complete. Happy?"

"No. I wanted to... to have sex with you when you wanted to... Not when I was drunk... I'm... Frank, please," Frank shook his head, sobbing in his hands. Gerard scooted over to him, hugging the smaller boy. The blanket was in between the two. "I'm so sorry," Gerard whispered.

"I... Matt broke up with me. I'm so stupid... I want to go home. He probably fucked up my car!" Frank didn't resist Gerard's embrace, but welcomed it as he cried harder on his ex boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'll take you home. We'll find Matt and your car... Okay? Don't cry."

"Thank you, Gee," Gerard nodded, squeezing Frank's hand. He missed Frank so badly. He hated to be sober and see Frank like this. All he wanted was to kiss him and hold him.

"You're gonna go back to him?" Gerard asked.

"I dunno. I just want my car," Frank shrugged, knowing very well he would. "I like him a lot."

"Yeah..." he wanted to cry, but all he did was get dressed. He took some pain killers and left the Ross residence. Frank was in the passenger seat, but obviously they wouldn't be exchanging body heat.

"Where's Mikey?"

"He probably left with Ray."

"Him and Ray hit it off really well."

"Yeah." Gerard really didn't want to talk about it anymore. "You call your boyfriend?"

"He texted me. He is at the ocean. Like, on the board walk."

"That's like an hour away."

"You don't have to drive me. I can walk." Gerard shook his head and continued onto the highway. "Gerard."

"Frank."

"Do you miss me?" Gerard didn't answer. "Cause I miss you."

Do you miss me? Cause I miss you, too. Gerard kept repeating that fucking saying in his head because it was how he felt and it was really the only thing that kept him from balling like a fucking three year old.

"You have a boyfriend, Frank."

"Matt broke up with me last night. I remember that you made me happy and giggly... and after we... after we had sex, you held me and kissed me. Matt would've passed out," Frank said, picking at his nails.

"You don't want Matt to be your boyfriend anymore?"

"I never wanted him to be my boyfriend, asshole!" Frank shouted, angry that Gerard couldn't take a hint. "The only reason I dated him was to forget about you. I hate him." Gerard nodded, keeping both of his hands on the wheel. "Are you not gonna answer me? You like being washed up? You like going back to being a one night stand guy?"

"No I don't, Frank. I miss you so much. Every fucking day. Mikey made me go to that party. He didn't want me to sit around anymore. All I did was mope around the house. Now I am going to drop you off with your ex boyfriend or whatever he is and you'll just go to him. I'm nothing to you..."

"I love you, Gerard Arthur Way," Frank said. Gerard shook his head. "You told me you loved me last night. Or was that the alcohol talking?"

"You know how I feel..."

"No. Because you never talk to me... Right now, I want to kiss you and I would even settle for you fucking me in the back seat of your car. But you only see people for what they are like in bed. You probably think I'm horrible and so you just don't want me."

"Frank..." Frank shook his head, looking out the window. They were about half way there. Frank didn't want to see Matt. He didn't want to be in the car with Gerard. He just wanted to cry by himself. "I love you, Frankie. I love you. I don't think you're just someone to fuck."

Both of the high schoolers knew that their conversation was a fucking book or movie waiting to happen. It would've been a book made into a movie, but they knew it would've been a fucking cheesy and sappy one, something all teenagers would fall for. Gerard couldn't continue driving. He pulled into some town and parked on the side of the road. He made Frank look at him.

"I love you. As cheesy as all this is, I love you. I won't ever tell you anything else. I won't drink or party ever again if that means you'll be with me again. You can be just my friend. I don't have to be your boyfriend or anything else, but simply your friend. I love you..." Gerard was crying, something he hated to do in front of people.

"Gee..." Frank wiped away a few tears, holding Gerard's face. "Look at me," Frank asked quietly. Gerard stared into the eyes of his ex boyfriend. Frank rested his forehead on Gerard's, kissing him lightly. "Don't cry."

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A/N:

*Dan Howell appears* "Craft"