𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 † 𝐟.𝐠

Chapter Nineteen~

I wanna be the one you think about at night
And I wanna be the one that you would put up a fight for
You know that I adore
That even when you're bored
I'd buy you anything and everything I can't afford
♡

Gerard had to talk to Frank. It was Monday and he was going to see him at school anyway. So the question was "Should I call Frank or not?"

Gerard got dressed while thinking. He didn't feel like himself after yesterday. His usual pastel aesthetic would definitely not do today. He searched his cloud coloured closet in search of an outfit that spoke to him. After what felt like hours (though probably was considering Gerards walk in closet was big enough to hold all of the members of the lgbt community who have yet to come out yet) it was huge.

Gerard finaly stumbled apon a plain black sweater. It was soft and lint-free. Gerard squealed at his find and put it on his bed. He paired the sweater with his black skater skirt and white knee highs with a little black heart on the sides. He put on his clothes, a pair of converses and a spritz of perfume before leaving his house.

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Frank was upset. Wait no, that was a hige understatement. Frank was fucking angry. Not only had his boyfreind been with Bert and allowed him to answer his cell phone, but they had also done something that evolved his Gerard cuming on command for someone who wasn't him. Frank stormed downstairs making a down 'boom' each time his foot hit the floor.

"Frank what the hell is your problem?" His father asked from the lazy boy recliner he never seemed to get up from.

"Like you fucking care!" Frank yelled not even turnning to look at his father.

"Who do you think you're talking to? Look, kid I'm trying to be nice or whatever whats you damn issue?"

Frabk rolled his eyes as his dad's shitty attempt at caring. But hey, he was trying. Even if Frank wanted to tell his dad what was bothering him what would he say? "Dad, I think my boyfreind might be cheating on me. Oh what boyfriend you ask? The same boy you caught me fondling in my room that one time!" And if that wasnt enough for him maybe Frank would throw in that he was Mr. Way's son, the perfect rich businessman that could do no wrong.

"I'm fine." Frank grunted looking through the fridge for a snack for school.

""Fine" people don't stomp through their houses." His father said.

"Just- forget it. You've never given a shit what changed?"

Frank grabbed himself a granola bar and a grape juice box. He also grabbed an apple and a water bottle for Gerard like he always did. No matter what happened the other dayFrank still wanted Gee to be happy and healthy. If he didn't bring extra food Gerard wouldn't eat. Frank couldn't have that, because he cared.

"Well I'm sorry that me giving a shit is so damn inconvenient."

Frank sighed. "Sorry, it's just. . . I'm dating someone and shit's happening." Frank finally decided on his words.

"Ahh" his father smirked "Girl troubles hmm?"

Oh god

"Yeah, it's nothing though."

"It's definitely its something! You finally have a problem that's worth me caring about." he chuckled like what he said was funny or some shit.

Frank just rolled his eyes like the angsty lil' shit that he was. His father needed to hurry up his little "my pansy son is finaly becoming a man party" up or Frank wouldn't be able to meet his maybe still boyfriend before class started.