Understand. (Frerard.)

You Cannot Love Me.

A/N: Frank's POV will be in here this chapter. Someone requested it and I thought this chapter would fit best with Frank's POV.

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Frank's POV-

I really wanted to know what Gerard was going to say and why he was so angry with me. If he didn't ask me I would never understand. And- What did I even do?

I grumbled and held the crumpled up ten dollar bill Gerard had carelessly thrown at me before he left to god knows where. I put it in my pocket and made a mental note to return it to him afterwards. If I pissed him off, I'll pay for his dinner. It's the right thing to do, yeah? Well, the meal he didn't eat.

To be honest, Gerard really wasn't pissing me off at all. He's my friend, and friends are supposed to fight like children. But, I was infuriated with Jessica.

I didn't notice since last week that's she's been texting a guy. Now, I know I'm the jealous type. But she's never done anything like this before, ever. She's been secretive a lot lately as well. We normally don't keep things from eachother. We tell eachother everything.

And, oh boy, she had the worst temper. If one word set her off she would start complaning and calling me stupid.

But, I still love her.

Even after all this shit she's putting me through recently. I really do love her.

My mind goes blank for a minute and then I remember I'm standing in the middle of a restaurant bathroom like a fucktard. Oops. I'm an idiot.

I walk back to the restaurant glancing to see if Gerard had changed his mind. His seat was empty. And there was a plate sitting there, waiting to be eaten.

I emitted a sigh and slipped in next to Jessi. She was texting again. I think I'm just being paranoid about this. She loves me, yeah?

I glance over her shoulder trying to read the words that she was typing. I made out a few but I gave up on making it out. I'll ask her about it later and hope she doesn't blow up on me about it.

I can hear the conversation now.

A bunch of bitching.

"Frank?" Jessica said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Mhm?" I said, poking at my salad.

"What took you so long? I mean, you went to the bathroom for like ten minutes." She asks, sounding a bit annoyed.

I stab my salad with the fork I was holding and shrugged. "I dunno."

"Mhm, okay." She says, eating a bit of her food, then going to type away.

Mikey and Ray felt awkward and I knew it. There was absolute no conversation going on.

"So, uh, where'd Gerard go?" Ray finally asked.

"To the bus." I answered, shrugging again.

"Not feeling well?" Ray pushed.

I sighed, "No."

"Then what?" Mikey asked.

"We, uh-" I said, taking a sip of my water. "Got in a fight. He told me to fuck off and threw money to pay for his meal, then left."

Ray and Mikey both said at the same time, "You guys got in a fight?"

"Yeah. I started it though.." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

Ray cleared his throat but Jessica took the spotlight. "He probably deserved it, yeah? He's been acting pissy lately." She said a matter-of-factly.

Ray just ignored her, "He looked pretty shaken up. He was doing that fist thing where he clamps them and unclamps them," he said, demonstrating, "looked freaked out if I can say."

"Oh?" I just said, looking at Ray.

"Yeah. If I were you, I'd go check on him." Mikey said.

I looked down at my salad and looked at the pissed-off face Jessica was wearing. "Yeah." I pulled out my wallet and put money down on the table, a little over the amount that was needed. "Ask them to box them up, if you could? Thanks Mikey, Ray. I'll see you after I talk to him Jessi. I don't want my friend pissed off."

Jessi just pulled out her phone and stared texting again. I bent down and kissed her cheek, softly.

I nodded at Mikey and Ray and headed out.

It was chilly outside and I pulled down my sleeves. The bus was parked a little ways away, but I walked faster and made it there in two minutes.

I opened the door and paused for a moment. What was I even gonna say?

"hey Gerard sorry I was a douchecanoe in the bathroom earlier, we cool?"

I laughed silently and got on the bus. I looked around, seeing if I could find him right away. Nah, when you're trying to find Gerard it's like a Where's Waldo Gerard Way Edition.

Next place I looked was his bunk and when I moved the curtain I got kinda angry.

There sat Gerard, smoking a cigarette, pulling at his hair. He huffed when I opened the curtain and went to shut it. The look he gave me looked like he was doing to kill me.

"No." I said, holding the curtain. "We're going to talk." I said, being stubborn as he reached for the curtain again.  It wasn't until I looked at him and noticed how fucked up he looked.

He had his knees pulled up to his chest, his red hair getting tugged on by his own hands. He had faint bags under his eyes. He looked miserable and like something was on his mind. Something big. And having me there was not helping.

He looked hurt. Utterly hurt. He looked like he didn't want to be here. He looked like he didn't even want to be my friend anymore. And that hurt. Because being his friend meant a lot to me.

"What?" He said, taking a slow, concentrated drag from the cigarette. "What do you want Frank? Come to make me feel worse about myself?" He said, blowing out the smoke.

A tense silence took place.

"What's wrong with you?" I said, tilting my head. "Why are you acting like this?"

He looked like I just stabbed him and took another drag. The cigarette was almost gone and he put it out in a makeshift ashtray and turned to me. It seemed like he sat there forever thinking over everything he's done. He looked so hurt. He looked like he was about to break.

"What's wrong with me-?" He repeated. I nodded. "Everything. Like... like- Didn't I promise myself I wouldn't smoke again? I just messed that up. I can't even keep a god damn promise to myself. Let alone anyone. I piss everyone off. Don't I Frank? You hate me. I treat you and Jessica like shit. I do it to everyone."

I looked at him and he looked at me. I shook my head. "Give me the cigarettes. I'll take care off that."

He hesitated for a moment and then handed them to me. I took them and tore off the filters and threw away the tobacco part. I then ripped the filters up and threw them away. The case followed afterwards.

I heard a sharp take in of breath and looked up at him. He looked at me again.

"Thank you for that. Thank you so much." He whispered. "I don't need those. They're gonna be the death of me." He let a quick smile cross his face and I nodded.

"What is pissing you off about Jessica and I?" I said.

Gerard didn't talk for a while after that. And when he did I barely heard him. I heard "I" then nothing else.

"Gerard. I can't hear you. Repeat yourself for me again, please?"

He took a huge breath and started to get really nervous. "I-It's.. uh," He said, "It's that I-I -" he said, his voice shaking. " I think I love you...." Gerard's face turned into pure horror as I shrunk back in anger. All I saw him do was run to the bathroom, slam the door and lock it. Gerard Way cannot love me.

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A/N: I hope this is better and longer? Drama is about to be started in the next chapter. I, uh, hope you like it and vote/comment. Comment what you think?