We're Chasing The Sun (Frerard)

Chapter 7

(A/N: Fuckkkkk. Okay, I'm sorry for publishing this chapter when it was still under fREAKIN CONSTRUCTION. WATTPAD CRASHED ON ME, OKAY? I SWEAR THIS APP HATES ME SOMETIMES. FORGET EVERYTHING YOU READ, THAT WAS THE OLD STORYLINE, KAY?? 

PROMISE ME OR I'LL USE MY JEDI MIND-TRICK ON YOU, OKAY? 

Phew.

Okay, in all seriousness now, I don't know what happened. Like, I have no fucking clue. I didn't even press 'publish' but, somehow, it got published? 

Anyway, here's the ACTUAL chapter. Edited. Finished. Boom. Thanks for passing by xx.)

Though the night was fairly cold, Gerard didn't understand any of it.

He ambled leisurely and aimlessly down the streets of the cold town, not even stopping to check where he was. He kind of didn't give a shit about getting lost, at the moment. He kind of didn't give a shit about anything, actually. All that he knew was that he had exploded like a grenade in front of his friends and he was not at all sure of why.

Yes, just by hearing the name Pete Wentz, part of him became hysterical, but that always hid under a displeased grimace. The rage he could control and restrain. But he'd never been so uncontrollable that he couldn't hold the hysterics in. He'd never erupted like a volcano in front of his friends, never made them feel like they were at fault.

He felt remorseful for doing that. It wasn't really him.

Plodding onward, he kept humming in the tune of various Grease songs so that he wouldn't feel as forlorn and miserable. 

He stopped and read a street sign. Well, kind of. He didn't bother reading the whole name after he'd noticed that it ended with 'street'. How boring, how mundane. 

He decided to name the street himself: 'Gerard's Unconditional Shame.'

A sign ahead of him flickered in neon lights, some kind of 24/7 diner. Its image reflected on the water puddles that were formed on the ground due to today's bad weather. 

Gerard took a look around the stranded part of town. It took him long enough to realize; he had no idea where he was.

How was that even possible? Only minutes ago, he swore he remembered glancing at the high school.

"Fuck me, seriously," he muttered to himself and sat on the sidewalk, eyes roving around in hope to identify the place. Eyes roving around in despair. He wished Frank was with him and, though that was the most random thought to ever have risen to his mind, he still wished it'd be true. 

"What the fuck, Gerard? How would that help the situation? Stupid."

Nevertheless, he took his cellphone out of his pocket and stared at Frank's ID. He wouldn't call or anything...Perhaps he should check if he got the right number. Maybe.

He pressed the 'call' button and was too busy freaking himself out to notice that it had beeped once. He was ready to hang up when—

"Hello?" a voice enunciated, suddenly. Gerard froze. "Hello? Gerard, is that you?"

Reluctantly, he uttered, struggling to prevent his voice from quivering, "y-yes. Um, hi. I just wanted to check if I got the right number and t-then I remembered that...I shouldn't have called you at 3 AM, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. I wasn't sleeping, anyway. Why are you awake?"

"Uhh," Gerard said uncertainly and looked over at the neon sign again. Why was he really awake, and what the hell had gotten over him? What malicious demon inside his head had talked him into going outside at 3 AM? "I don't know, to be completely honest," he admitted.