Three Cheers

Chapter Fifteen

Frank P.O.V

We were sat in his car together, my mind almost at its breaking point. He didn't seem to be showing any emotions- but I didn't expect him to show any. I couldn't help but feel like he was acting, like he too couldn't bare to be away from me. Sure, he was an asshole most of the time- but he was my asshole. I turned to him with a pout, he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Ready to turn on the waterworks?" He asked, cupping my cheeks. My lip quivered- there was no need for me to act. He frowned, noticing that my quivering lip wasn't me acting. It was me being serious. "Why're you crying Frankie?" He asked, I hadn't even noticed that I was crying at that point. I sniffled, looking away from him.

"I don't want you to leave me. What if I miss you too much? What if we don't get the book back and I have to pretend that I hate you forever?" I said, all sense leaving my mind. I sounded like a little child getting worked up over nothing- although this wasn't just 'nothing'. He chuckled, catching my line of vision again.

"Dude, who says that you're going to miss me too much? You won't be able to get rid of me that easily." He said, squeezing my leg. I tried to smile, but I was still slightly upset. "Frankie, baby, you won't miss me because I plan on sneaking into your room every night. You might even get fed up of me," He joked, I couldn't help but laugh, "See, so, pretend that I've been an asshole to you- more so than usual. You have to trick your sister, so that we can go back home."

His words were calming, even though the whole thing involved scamming my sister. I wish she would've just forgotten about me, it wasn't like I was a great influence on her. I drank, I partied, I'm gay. Mom always told me that she looked up to me, but I could never figure out why. Sure, I was a good brother, I always played with her and cheered her up when she was sad. But I was sad most of the time. I sighed, as Gerard leaned in for a kiss. He held me in an hug, before letting me go, encouraging me to make myself look really convincing. I found myself nodding frantically, as I watched him drive away.

I couldn't help but cry more. I had such bad separation anxiety when he wasn't holding me in his arms, or tormenting me playfully. I sighed, spinning on my heel. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jeans, making sure to keep the tears flowing.

Waddling up to the house, my mind became flooded with memories. Memories of the front lawn being littered with toys, the outside being painted a pristine white- the fence too. The house was huge, I remembered running around it with my truck when I was little. How my little red shoes would echo off the old wooden floor. That was before Lucia arrived, before my dad started going out every Friday night. Who could've blamed him? Two young kids and a wife that was "too demanding" of him. As I reached the front door, more tears began to fall out of nowhere. It was as if my body was already growing accustomed to the facade that Gerard and I would be creating.

My knock sounded throughout the house, making a hollow instrument type of sound. I heard footsteps- not heels- so I knew that it was either Lucia, or my dad. I closed my eyes, as the key was twisted in the door. Click.

"Frankie? What're you doing here?" It was Lucia, there was a tinge of concern in her voice. Whether or not it was sincere, I didn't know.

"I broke up with him. I caught him with some blonde girl, it's not like he even stopped when I walked in. He just looked at me." I lied, stammering, stuttering. She frowned, upset, grabbing my wrist, dragging me into the house.

Everything was as I remembered it. Pristine, clean. White walls, brown furniture. There were pictures of me littering the walls, embarrassing ones and all. I tried not to laugh at them, keeping up with the sad and the tears. She dragged me into the kitchen, sitting me down on a barstool. Wandering over to the fridge, I watched her take two beer bottles from the fridge.

"Lucia, put those back. You can't have those, and I don't want to be an emotional drunk." I sighed, wiping crocodile tears from my cheeks.

"Frank, mom's not gonna know, and dad won't even think to check. He can't tell the difference," she began, dragging a stool to the other side of the island, sitting down in front of me. Her chipped black fingernails tapped the countertop, I knew that she was dying to ask me about my fake breakup. "Tell me Frank, what did you actually see in him? I mean, I he looks like an asshole." She joked, I conjured up a fake laugh.

"Well, he's smart. He understands me, he knows what I like and he knows what I don't like. He's beautiful, and he makes me laugh." I shrugged, giving in to the temptation of the beer in front of me. It was strong, it burned the back of my throat, but it was a nice burn. I drank half of the bottle, before setting it back down on the marble. She scoffed, drinking some herself.

"Still seems like an asshole. And he's proved that to me," she raised an eyebrow, she stopped tapping, looking me square in the eyes, "Did you leave us for him?"

"I left with him, I didn't leave for him." I defended myself. I didn't want her to guilt-trip me into saying anything negative about Gerard. I didn't care if he was rude, dominant and sometimes obnoxious- but, to me he was always there to make me feel wanted, appreciated.

"Sure. Sure." She said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I think that mom and dad will want you to stay here, seeing as they haven't touched your room since you've been gone."
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Song Of The Chapter- Should by Alicks

A.N
I know that I haven't updated in like FOREVER- but, I've got exams in 8 weeks, and I'm stressed to high heaven ): I haven't really had the time or energy to write a full chapter ): I'll try update more often but like there's no guarantees ):

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