Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 12- Never

Franks POV

Im so tiered.  Tiered as in sleepy and tiered of getting Gerard to talk to me. I'm just doing what I want, I mean he loves me but he'll move on. I want him to. I've just took him home so I better head to my house too, its not a home without laughter and boy that house has seen everything but. I park the car in my small garage and unlock the shitty broken door. Damn its dark, I fucking dislike the dark as fuck but with Gee, I feel save wherever I am with whoever around me aslong as he's there.

When the shittest door in the state opens, I plunge further more into darkness without the streetlight that flickers which pisses me off. I look down to see mail from today and from the last week or s complaining about PPI, late bills and junk which again bothers me. I begin to think negative again about my life, thinking it over through my little head.

This house is no good for me but I can't afford much else hell, i cant even afford this shit hole. I flicker my single light and the living room comes to view. After being in Gerard's nice house, this really looks like a dump.

I see the old booze bottle still on the coffee table with the light swinging above me, the smell of smoke in the room along with Pansey.

I really havent been here forawhile. After I watch TV, I go to my single small bed upstares along with the swift and normal sound of gunfire and arguing couples but something doesnt feel the same.

Gerard isn't here and the single feels so empty even with my body taking up most of it, its cold and I'm cold without him. I must really love him then.

Why are you being so selfish? He loves you and wants you to stay alive so you can be together!

But I want to live a happy free life for all the time I got left so shut the fuck up! 

Gerards POV

When I arive home, I'm tiered and quite depressed.

Im taking the truth in hand. Franks dying, he'll be gone before 2015 which breaks my heart.

When I open the door, I turn and blow him a kiss with a fake smile. I want him to be happy no matter what. But after the door closes, I fall and lean on it, crying like a bitch. But, I dont want him to die, I love him! Will I ever be happy again without him? No.

"Gerard baby, whats wrong?" Taylor asks walking past in Mikeys PJ's and a bowl of cereal. I look up hopelessly at her brown eyes.

"Oh Honey, it's Frank isnt it?" I nod while she opens her free hand and helps me up. I don't know what to do.  We sit on the sofa as I expalin.

When I finish, shes crying.

"I... I don't want him to die. I really really love him.." I trail of as taylor hugs me after consuming all her cereal. She doesnt speak, just listens which I like about a person.

"Whats he done?" Mikey asks dangerously, scary even, hiding in the doorway. How long has he been there? how much has he heared? He clenches his fists and leans down abit.

"Who?" I ask, wiping a tear away from my eyes and sniffle alittle. Tayllr looks at Mikey then back at me, overall she remains silent.

"That little prick" he refers to Frank which is literally, a little something but not a prick. Hes hurt my feelings but he's not a prick.

"Nothing Mikey-"

"Yes he has your crying"

"-Mikey, he's"

"-A dead man"

"No Mikey"

"Listen to Gerard for a sec' Mikey"Taylor buts in.