♥ *MCR- frerard & rikey!* ♥

give me a reaon to believe...

Ray's POV

when i got to the park, i didn't see frank anywhere. poor guy, i saw his heart broke the moment we saw them kissing.. i slowly walked around hoping i would find him. i started to hear muffled crying so i tried to find the source and where it was coming from. there was frank who was sitting against the cold wall on the floor. "frank..." i said and offered him a hand. he looked up at me and there was tear stains on his pale face. his puppy eyes looked more sad than ever. "h-hey ray..... thanks to come get me... i didn't mean to bother you..." he said, taking my hand and standing up slowly. "no, you don't bother at all. we are best friends remember?" i managed to make him smile. or at least fake one anyway. "thank you, it means a lot.." he mumbled then looked down as we began to walk.. "so what is Gerard doing?.." frank asked, but his voice was shaken and barely understandable. i tried to think but even me and mikey were kinda upset with him. like really, who does that? "well honestly he locked himself in his room and we haven't talked with him for awhile.. he didn't even come eat with us. oh did you eat anything?" i got off topic. he took a moment to reply, but i'm sure he was just fighting back some sobs. "oh... i see. no i haven't. but i'm not so hungry anyways." he mumbled. but at that very moment and most convenient time, his stomach growled. "are you sure?" i grinned widely.

as we were sitting down in a restaurant, my phone started to vibrate and ring loudly. it was mikey, probably worried sick about the both of us. frank stared at me as i answered the call. "hello?" - "where are you? are you okay? did you find him?? he's not picking  up his phone!" mikey asked very worried and concerned. it made me smile that my boyfriend really cared about my safety and our dear friend frank. "yes, i found him. he's not picking up the phone because it died. but we're at a restaurant because he hasn't ate yet. we'll be home soon okay. he doesn't want gerard to know so don't tell him okay?" i told him. mikey agreed then we hung up. "mikey?" frank asked then his eyes fell back to his food. "yeah, we was worried about the both of us. sweet isn't he?" i smiled. i always loved to talk about mikey, and how he was an amazing boyfriend."yeah, but i'm sorry for being a burden to everyone..." he mumbled again. i felt guilty that i didn't have any advice for him or anything to say... "it's not like that frank, you're not a burden at all." i told him, but he just poked at his food. "i know it's a lot to ask of you and mikey, but do you think i could stay in your guys room tonight?" he asked softly, looking at me with his puppy eyes again. but how could i say no? i know that i wouldn't want to sleep with mikey if he had done that to me. "of course. but we only have one bed so you'd have to sleep on the sofa." he smiled and nod. "alright, thank you so much" he said then tried to finish his plate.

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Gerard's POV-

hours as pasted and i've been locked in this room. i haven't dared to see anyone else for the rest of the day. 'why am i always causing problems with kisses?!" i asked myself. i laid there on the bed constantly thinking about frank. my sweet little frank... I've been feeling guilty every second after that. i didn't even see him run away until the very last second when he ran around the corner and disappeared. i was wishing and hoping that he would finally come back so i could apologize.. but no, i haven't heard from him and nobody bothered to tell me if they found him or not.. i decided to take a shower and scrub the day off. i got off the bed and walked into the well-decorated bathroom.  knock, knock, knock. someone was at the door, but i just ignored it. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. it got louder but i still ignored it. "Gerard... open up. i need something." ray yelled through the door. i walked over to the door, not opening it i asked. "what do you need?" i waited for a reply but there was a moment of silence. "frank... he.. wants his suitcase..." he mumbled through the door, barely enough i could hear him. frank? frank? his name repeated in my mind. "FRANK? where is his?!" i shouted. i opened the door quickly as possible. ray's face was full of sadness and he didn't even make eye contact. "h-he doesn't want you know..." he said. my heart sank and ached like it was weak or something.. "i need to see him ray, you can't hold him from me. you need to talk me to him! i'm coming with you."  i demanded. i swear i wouldn't take no for an answer... i begged and pleaded until he finally gave in...