Without A Kiss (Frerard)

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Frank sat up, leaning against his bed frame while gerard layed on some piled up pillows, looking up at Frank.

Frank's eyes met Gerards and Frank started into them as if they were the most beautiful art piece in existence.

Gerard frowned and looked away. Frank looked down. He knew Gerard hated when he did that, when they had a moment. It made him just feel more guilty but Frank couldn't help it sometimes. Gerard was the only good thing in his life at that point and he was far too in love with him.

Gerard looked at the notification on his phone.

"hey uh bert wants me to meet him at the park. I'm sorry" Gerard said and sat up.

Frank frowned "oh okay. be safe"

"Frank you know he wouldn't hurt me physically"

"but he did.." Frank said.

"You have no proof of that. I don't remember it" Gerard said.

"well obviously you wouldn't remember, you were drunk. The bruises you had when you woke up should have been enough proof for you."

"how do I know you're not telling me this to make me leave him. how do I know you're not just jealous" Gerard started putting his shoes on.

Frank stared back at him, hurt by his accusations.
"you really think that's something I would do?" he asked

"yes actually" Gerard said and looked back up when his shoes were tied.

"you find it easier to belive that I would lie to you than Bert beating you? Gerard, I'm your best friend! and hes just some guy whos been emotionally abusing you for 2 years now!"

Gerard looked down "no I know. and I know he did it just-"

"I know. It's easier to pretend he's good." Frank mumbled.

Gerard nodded.

"just please-"

"yes I promise I will call you if anything happens" Gerard stood up

"thank you" Frank leaned back to rest against the bedframe again.

"bye" Gerard walked out the door and headed downstairs to leave while Frank waved goodbye.

Gerard walked as slowly as he could to to the park. He dreaded seeing Bert. He just pissed him off with how needy he was and how mad he got over the smallest things and just how fucking toxic he was. Gerard was no longer hurt by it, he just hated him for it. But he couldn't leave Bert. A part of him remembered how Bert was when they first met. Kind, romantic, soft. He was too hopeful that maybe that Bert would return. And even if he wasnt hopeful of that, Bert wouldn't let him leave him anyway.

So Gerard just went along with things and did what he could to keep Bert happy. Did his best to pretend he didnt hate his guts.

Bert was standing by a fence when Gerard walked towards him.

Bert smiled "hey"

"hey" Gerard avoided eye contact.

Bert lit a cigarette.

"Bert do you really have to do that here? God those things are gross" Gerard said and did his best to not inhale the smoke coming from it.

"oh you're fine. Its just a cigarette" Bert said

"so why'd ya call me over?" Gerard was getting irritated with him. He interrupted his time with Frank just so he can smoke and be an ass.

"wanted to make sure you weren't with anyone else" Bert said.