right number [frerard]

m a y

may 29

gerard got up from his bed when he heard someone knock on his door. he furrowed his eyebrows and walked out of his room, opening the front door.

brendon was standing there, but he didn't sport his usual wide smile that made you sure he was either a little kid or was up to something mischievous. he was frowning, actually, and he had a backpack on.

"hey, gee," he said, his voice soft.

"um, hi. what are you doing here?" gerard asked, wrapping his arms around his middle.

"i'm gonna stay with you until you go see frank on the first, okay?" brendon replied. "i want to know what's been bothering you."

"nothing," gerard said simply. "nothing is bothering me."

brendon shook his head. "i won't buy that, gerard. frank told me what happened yesterday."

"that little shit," gerard mumbled.

"he's just worried about you, gee," brendon sighed. "listen, i'm gonna be here for you now, okay? ryan is bringing food when he gets off work."

gerard nodded slightly. "okay, i guess."

brendon sat down on the couch, and gerard followed after a moment. brendon looked sincerely concerned. gerard tried to think of another time he'd seen brendon so serious.

"gee," brendon said after a moment. "i want you to tell me what's wrong."

"dunno," gerard mumbled. "sad, i guess."

brendon nodded. "why did you throw up?"

"listen, brendon," gerard raised his voice slightly. "i don't know, okay? you're not my therapist. i don't need your fucking help. i'm not a baby. i don't need you and ryan to fucking babysit me."

brendon sighed. "i'm not leaving, gerard. i don't want you to do something stupid."

"god, brendon, i'm not some suicidal dumb fuck. i'm not that fucking stupid."

"gerard,"

"stop it! just shut up!" gerard yelled, standing up and storming off into his room. he locked the door and sat down in front of if.

"gerard," brendon said from the other side of the door. "please come out."

"no," gerard could feel tears prickling at his eyes.

"please, gee. i just want to make sure you're okay."

"i'm fine," gerard choked out.

"you don't sound fine."

gerard stood up slowly and unlocked the door before opening it. he wiped at his eyes and looked at brendon.

before either could say anything, brendon was pulling gerard into a hug. gerard sighed and couldn't help but lean into the older boy. brendon was no frank, but he was still someone, and gerard needed someone.

after a long moment, brendon pulled back. "listen, gee. we want to help you."

gerard nodded, looking down. "i know. but i'm really okay. i've just hit a rough patch."

brendon sighed again, but decided just to go along with it. "alright, gerard. we trust you."

...

"how are you?" frank's voice rang through gerard's phone.

"i'm okay," gerard replied.

"are you sure?"

"yes," gerard flinched a bit at the volume of frank's voice.

"have you eaten today?"

"no. ryan's bringing food later though."

"good. i love you, gee."

"i love you too."

"i'll see you in a few days, alright? i'm here whenever you need to call."

"okay," gerard said softly.

"okay."

frank hung up before gerard could say 'i love you' one more time. he started to cry.

it hurt so bad to be away from frank, even more so now that everything seemed to be going downhill. he wanted to run all the way to his boyfriend, but he couldn't.

gerard didn't know how long he'd been crying, but, eventually, brendon walked in. gerard quickly held his breath and wiped his eyes.

"are you crying in here?" brendon asked as he helped gerard up.

"i-i'm fine," gerard stuttered.

"are you sure?"

gerard nodded.

"ryan's here with the food. he got mongolian barbecue, is that okay?" brendon led gerard out of the room.

"yeah," gerard looked around. some takeout boxes were on the counter and ryan was seated on the couch, playing on his phone.

ryan looked up after a moment and smiled at gerard. "hey."

"hi," gerard said as brendon handed him his food.

they both sat down next to ryan on the couch and gerard opened his box. brendon had gotten gerard's order right for the fifth time in a row. it was always the same, but that was still a new record.

the three watched tv for quite a while, brendon eventually moving up into ryan's lap, much to gerard's protests.

"ew, don't give him a lap dance," gerard said, scrunching his nose.

"yes, give me a lap dance, bren," ryan grinned.

"don't!"

brendon laughed and moved off ryan's lap. "sorry, gee."

"gerard, are me and bren allowed to fuck in here?" ryan asked.

"what? no!" gerard said quickly. "no sinning in my good christian virgin suburbs."

"i'm always sinning," ryan winked.

"oh my god," gerard rolled his eyes.

"i love when you sin, baby," brendon smirked.

"oh, me too," ryan grinned and kissed brendon's forehead.

"oh my god, no no no," gerard hid his face in his hands.

brendon was laughing his ass off by this point. "okay, okay, we're sorry."

"we are? i'm not."

"ryan, that was mean," brendon mumbled.

"whoops. sorry."

"yeah, yeah," gerard sighed, but he was smiling.

...

frank is moving soon :) i'm excited