right number [frerard]

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may 28, 1:41 am

gee🙀: frank?

frnk🔪: what's up babe

gee🙀: please come over

frnk🔪: gee, its 1am

frnk🔪: not to mention ur two hours away

frnk🔪: i know u miss me, i miss u too, but your coming up on the 1st, that's not too far away

gee🙀: no

frnk🔪: what do you mean no?

gee🙀: it's not just me missing you

gee🙀: i miss you a lot, don't get me wrong

frnk🔪: is something wrong gee?

gee🙀: i'm fucking terrified

frnk🔪: is someone in your apartment? what's happening?

gee🙀: i'm scared

frnk🔪: gerard you need to tell me what's wrong

gee🙀: i don't know

gee🙀: i feel like i'm gonna throw up frank

frnk🔪: what did you eat today?

gee🙀: nothing

frnk🔪: jesus gerard please eat something

gee🙀: i don't have anything

gee🙀: just cigarettes

frnk🔪: gee that isn't okay

frnk🔪: you need to go buy some food

gee🙀: i can't

gee🙀: i can't go outside

frnk🔪: gee, im gonna call you, alright?

gee🙀: okay

incoming call...
frank🖤

"gerard? are you there?"

"i'm here," gerard's voice was hoarse.

frank sighed. "what's going on?"

gerard was silent for a long moment. "i don't know," he coughed and gasped a little. he was crying.

"hey, hey, babe, no," frank got up from his bed quickly, walked out to the kitchen. something was really wrong. "don't cry, honey."

gerard sniffled and coughed again. "i-i'm scared, frank."

"i know, baby," frank grabbed his keys and ran out to his car, quickly starting it. "i'm coming over. stay put, honey. don't hang up."

"i-i should. i don't want to distract you from driving."

"no, gerard, don't hang up. keep talking to me," frank didn't want gerard to hang up. that would be horrible; he wouldn't know what gerard was doing.

"okay."

"what are you doing, gee?"

"sitting."

"where are you sitting?"

"my bed."

"alright," frank sighed. "what did you do today?"

"sleep, mostly. and text you, a little," he choked on his words.

"it's okay, gee. i'm on my way, okay?"

"okay," he was crying again. "i-i love you," he barely choked out the words.

"i know, honey. i love you too."

then the line went dead.

"fuck!" frank gripped the steering wheel. "shit shit shit."

frank was basically speeding at this point. he still had so far to go, and he didn't know where gerard was. he tried five times to call his boyfriend but the service kept going out. he was anxious beyond belief; he wanted to know gerard was okay.

as soon as frank pulled up to gerard's apartment building, he was taking his keys out of the ignition and grabbing his phone. he nearly fell out of his car, running towards the building. he stumbled in the door and ran towards the elevators, but then stopped.

"no, that'll take too long," he mumbled, running towards the stairs.

he ran up the steps, heaving out heavy breaths once he reached gerard's floor. he ran up to the door and started to shakily look through his keys. his heart pounded faster as he found the key to the apartment. he unlocked the door and burst inside.

"gee? gee! where are you?"

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basically this fic is shooting off like a rocket at the very beginning.

the next chapter is already in progress ! i'd love to hear your guys' thoughts on the sequel so far. also feel free to comment anything you're hoping will happen :)

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