romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter twenty,

call me a little bitch but i like ,, can't read stories with unhappy endings? like they make me so mad, like wHAT?????? and then there isn't a sequel where everything is fixed and it's okay and i'm just a very angry boy rn i was reading a good fic and then it was a shitty fucking ending and UGH

FUN FACT:

this was originally going to be the last chapter. it's not, because i couldn't figure out a way to end it in one chapter. here u go. 

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dallon james weekes was officially sick of being ignored. 

frank, his "best friend," hadn't contacted him in over two weeks outside of school- they hadn't hung out or listened to any music, like they always do. even at school, frank was acting as if he was better than everyone else, like some soc, jock, prick, and dallon was sick of it. and brendon- brendon was worse! they were supposed to be dating and dallon hadn't seen him in a week! he'd really tried to get a grip on the sitch', but he couldn't come up with a good enough excuse for it. the lanky boy was getting pretty sick of being forgotten about, including being kinda forgotten about by the author. the author regretted this deeply, but still had this kinda planned. hi. 

dallon sighed, stomping his way to the address that frank was currently living at. his eyebrows were furrowed angrily and one of his hands were wrapped around his cold body, the other holding a piece of paper that was threatening to fly away in the wind. a drop of rain hit his nose, and he scowled, walking faster, and looking down at the paper to double-check the house number. 

his blue eyes flashed dangerously, the hue matching the storm that was clearly coming- he knew the house was on the other side of town, the lengths he'd had to go through, the people he'd had to meet to get this address was almost incomprehensible, but he needed to give frank a piece of his mind.

stomping up the steps of the porch, now completely drenched in rain almost half an hour later, he was fuming. he knocked on the door three times, his arms crossed over his chest. the door swung open and there stood- his boyfriend? brendon? he scowled again, scoffing, and shoving past him. 

"where the fuck is frank?" he hissed, and brendon furrowed his eyebrows, because dallon never swore, and dangit that was hot. 

"er- the other room, in there," brendon nodded his head towards the opening of the living room, admiring how dallon's pretty eyes were sparkling, albeit with rage, sparkling nonetheless.

dallon swallowed, and stomped into the room, catching the four boys inside by surprise.

"dal'?" frank asked, and dallon huffed through his nose.

"don't you fucking 'dal' me, frank fucking iero. i'm sorry to be a hassle, but it's been two fucking weeks and i don't even get a "hi" from you at school anymore? fuck you. do you even know the legnths i had to go through to get this fucking address? i had to go to a gas station where i saw a guy you'd been hanging out with and he told me the address of this really fucking creepy guy called bert, who kept trying to feel me up while i asked for this fucking address and god, i'm so sick of being treated like shit!" 

dallon was huffing, staring frank down angrily as he cried. the room was silent apart from dallon's breaths, frank looking up at dallon like he was 'round the bend. and in a way, he was. 

"babe, chill-"

"don't fucking babe me, you're twice as bad, you're supposed to be my boyfriend," dallon cried, flinching away from brendon's hand on his shoulder. "whatever, if you're not even going to apologize then i'm just going to fucking bail, fuck you and fuck this and fuck you too," he turned to gerard, who was staring at him with his eyebrows raised, "none of this would've happened if you hadn't met frank," he took another, shaky breath, "later." 

then, dallon turned on his heel and stomped out of the house back into the pouring rain, crying as he ran off. 

"damn. thought he was a candyass, wouldn't've thought h'd have it in 'im to front ya' like that," gerard said, and frank stood up, his own eyes glazed over.

"i feel so horrible," he said, turning to gerard. "i've been so caught up in- well, you- that i forgot about my own best friend!" 

"i'm goin', you comin'?" brendon asked, car keys in hand and a frown set on his face.

"yep, let's go," frank said, slipping on his shoes, and gerard grabbed his hand.

"now? you'll catch a cold," he said, and frank pulled his hand out of gerard's grip. 

"i think i'd rather catch a cold than let one of the most important people in my life leave," he snapped, and gerard flinched backwards. "let's go," frank turned his attention to brendon, who nodded, the two leaving. 

they drove to dallon's house, only to find out that he wasn't there. dallon's parents weren't there again, and frank felt even more terrible- he knew dallon had a hard time making friends and that's why he'd clung to frank, and he was alone a lot anyway because of his parents being gone, and with every realization, frank felt worse and worse. 

they abandoned brendon's car, walking through the streets of each neighborhood, until they eventually found dallon crying and terribly sick, lying on a park bench.

"hey, honey," frank said quietly, barely audible above the sound of the torrential rain. he swept dallon's hair off of  his forehead and out of his face where it was stuck from the water, and felt his temperature. "d'ya' wanna go home?" dallon shook his head no, and brendon picked him up bridal style. "we're gonna take you to mine, okay? you're sick, dal." 

dallon closed his eyes and wished this was all over. he really was sick of being forgotten, and he hoped it wouldn't happen again.