Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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Frank's POV

"Frank, baby, what happened?" Brendon asked me as he stroked my back. I had just come back from Gerard's apartment and called Bren to come over. I started crying once again when he entered my room and hugged me and sat down on the bed with me.

"We broke up." I said softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Brendon said and held me closer. When walking home from school on Monday I told him everything about mine and Gerard's relationship. Not to the detail of course, but it was obvious to him we didn't spend our time together just talking. Brendon didn't judge me, he understood the circumstances. He also said that he knew why I liked Gerard so much. Hell, he made friends with him, so he knew what a great person Gerard was.

"He is 26." I mentioned when I laid down with my head in Brendon's lap.

"Shit, I thought he's like 22." Bren frowned and stroked my hair slowly which was very calming. I laughed. My emotions were getting the best of me and I had to laugh even though I felt like crying myself to sleep.

"Me too. And he thought I was 20." I shook my head at how absurd this all was. I was feeling very tired, I didn't even go to work that day. When Gerard stopped me in the hall that morning I knew I wouldn't be able to work if we discussed the whole thing so I called my boss to tell him I was sick.

I didn't want to think about all of it anymore and Brendon sensed that. We laid down and he held me, playing with my fingers. His presence was helping me a lot. I fell asleep in Brendon's embrace and woke up at around 9 PM under my duvet wearing only boxers and a T-shirt. On my desk was a note from Brendon saying 'Sleep well, Frankie. See you tomorrow'.

I showered quickly and fell asleep once again. Going to school in the morning was really hard because I knew that I would meet Gerard whether I wanted to or not. Brendon was a great friend, he picked me up in the morning and walked me to class to make sure I was okay. I somehow survived the History class and then I was just hoping that lunch would roll around soon.

I wasn't hungry so I just sat there at the table waiting for Brendon. He sat down rather cheerily and smiled widely at me. I knitted my eyebrows together and tried to decipher what he was thinking.

"What?" I asked him. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together.

"As you might know, next Saturday is the Battle of the Bands and we sort of, kind of need a guitarist." He said excitedly, practically squirming in his seat.

"Okay. Good luck." I said and he slapped my arm.

"Come on, please." He pouted and batted his eyelashes. I shook my head telling him no. "Pretty please." He begged me shaking my arm, thus shaking my whole body.

"I thought you and Ryan play guitar."

"I actually want to play the piano so we need another guitarist and you're the only one I know who doesn't already play there." He told me. "Please, Frank, pleasepleaseplease." He practically begged me. "Frankie, please."

I rolled my eyes. He did a lot for me so I kinda owed him. It was also a good opportunity to take my mind off of things but I wasn't sure I would be able to learn whatever they were playing in just a week. He was lucky I loved playing.

"Eh, okay." I faked a sigh. I was actually glad I had something to do now that I wasn't with Gerard.

"Woohoo!" Brendon jumped up from the table and tugged at my hand. "Great come on, let's go." I almost tripped over my feet as he dragged me to the music classroom. "I talked to Mr. Stump, he will let us be here during lunchtime every day." Bren told me.

"Okay, cool." I let out a breath and looked around. "So what are we playing?" I laughed.

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Brendon showed me what we will be playing and we practiced every day at school and almost every evening after I finished at work. I met his bandmates a few times before so we knew each other and they were glad I would help them out. We had a lot of fun while playing and I was genuinely happy, except for when I was at school.

I saw Gerard in classes and we met quite a few times in the halls. It broke my heart to see him, he looked very down and very tired and I wanted to do everything I could to make it alright again. But I couldn't and I hoped my feelings for him would go away. It would make everything easier. When we were in class I tried not to look at him but even hearing his voice was enough to make me want to kiss him.

I was desperate for a change. I wanted something, anything to change so I wouldn't feel so broken, so devastated, so lost. And so I was glad I had something else to focus on - for now.

During the day, I was always busy. I was either at school, at work or with Brendon's band, so I rarely had time to think about Gerard, but in the evenings and at night I couldn't really sleep. When I lay in bed I took me at least an hour before I fell asleep and even if I managed to stop thinking about him, I saw him in my dreams.

When I was at work on Saturday I kept frantically glancing out the windows, hoping he would come for a coffee but he never did and I completely understood that. Monday was going to be hell and I couldn't sleep the whole Sunday night, feeling all anxious to meet Gerard. I just wished we could go back to the oblivion and never find out how things really were. 

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this chapter is pure shit xD
if you stick around to see whats next then i admire you
i wouldnt lol

always tryna be funny omg


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