Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#29 Why The Fuck, Frank?

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      (MORE FRIKEY BECAUSE ITS CUTE. DEAL WITH IT, MOTHER FUCKERS.)

"Thank you, Chicago! And goodnight!" You yelled happily into the microphone. Tonight was your band's last show of a year long tour. You were in an upcoming band called 'Crimson Midnight', and it was really growing fast. Most of your shows had sold out at the beginning of the tour, and it thrilled you.

    "That was awesome!" One if your band mates cheered as you got to your dressing room.

    "Fuck yes it was!" Another one agreed. You smiled big along with them, but not for the same reason.

    Now that the tour was over, you could finally go back home to jersey and see your boyfriend, Gerard. You missed him like crazy. Just the thought of getting back to him and holding him in your arms made you tingle with excitement.

    "Earth to (y/n)." Your band mate was waving his hand in front of your face. "You in there, capn'?"

    "Yeah!" You snapped back into reality. "I'm here. Let's just all get back home so we can relax." They all agreed with you and you were on your way.

    On the road back into Jersey, you'd stopped at a Starbucks to get both you and Gee some coffee. You wanted to surprise him when you got back to your shared house.

    As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that both Frank and Mikey's cars were there along with Gerard's. You wondered why they'd be there, but pushed it off as friends hanging out.

   You silently opened the door with a sly smile on your face, with the intent to sneak up on the boys. But what you saw and smelled when you entered the living room completely horrified you.

   There were the three boys, passed out on the couch with empty beer bottles surrounding them, reeking of alcohol. You were in such a state of shock that you dropped your bag without realizing it.

    Hearing the thud, Mikey snapped upwards in his seat. His eyes widened in horror when he saw you and he scrambled to get up, knocking over some bottles.

   "Uh, (y-y-y/n-n), h-ey." He stuttered drunkenly. "What are you doin here?" He was obviously drunk, but was coming down from it.

     "I live here." You forced out. "What the fuck is going on here?"

    Mikey's face paled and he scratched his neck. "U-hm... well...."

   "Mikey." You snapped, a little harsher than intended, making the boy wince.

    "We uh, had a few drinks."

    "A few? Micheal, this is not a few." Your voice went up an octave and you were pissed. "How long?"

    "Wha-?"

    "How long has this been happening?" You basically yelled.

    Mikey hung his head. "a month after you left." You wanted to scream. "Frankie knew that Gerard missed you really bad, so he brought over a carton of beer and well, it went downhill from there."

     "So you're saying that it's your stupid ass boyfriends fault the love of my life is passed out, drunk on the couch, and possibly addicted?" your voice grew agitated.

    "Yeah." He whispered. "But um, he's already addicted." He was mumbling but you understood perfectly.

    "WHAT THE FUCK?" You screamed pulling at your hair in aggravation. Gerard and Frank both jolted awake like Mikey had at your loud outburst. Gerard saw you and instantly threw himself over the couch into your arms.

    "Baby I'm so sorry please forgive me, don't leave me, I need you, I love you so much don't leave me again please." He rushed out, voice cracking and tears making their way into his eyes. He knew he was in trouble. "Don't leave again, please."

   You sighed angrily pushing him off to where you could see his whole face. "I'm disappointed in you." His face fell even more. "But I'm even more disappointed in you." You cast your angry glare to Frank. "How fucking could you? You know that I have a massive problem with alcohol and you sneak it behind my back? I'm so disappointed in you, Frank Anthony Iero."

    Frank hung his head in shame. Mikey put his arm around his boyfriends shoulders in a lame attempt to comfort him.

   "As for you, Gerard." Tears rolled down his cheeks freely as he looked to you with puppy eyes. "Were you out of your goddamn mind? What was going through your head?"

    He had fallen to his knees in front of you, and had his hands gripping your thigh for dear life. He let out a choked sob and let his head fall onto your thigh. "I don't know, baby, but I'm so so s o sorry. I was being stupid and I at least wanted to try it, but it got out of hand. Please stay with me. I'll stop. Just please stay." He was terrified. 

    Again you sighed. "Just-why?"

    Frank shuffled his feet. "Because we were bored."

    "And he was practically sobbing over you not being here." Mikey pointed to his brother who was sobbing into your jeans.

     "I swear to god, if this keeps up I'm admitting all three of you to a rehab center and leaving you there. This can't continue."

    "Okay." Mikey and Frank sad in unison.

    "I promise I'll stop, princess. I love you so much." Gee choked out pathetically.

    You ran your fingers through his hair. "I love you too." 

    "And for the record, it was actually Mikey's idea."

    "WHAT."

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