Understand. (Frerard.)

I Don't Care If You Hate Me

I've known Lindsey for weeks now and we're become great friends. We've told eachother everything- and I've even told her about the countless number of threats Jessi had put on me since the first time she encountered me in the bathroom. Countless numbers of threats were thrown on me. Lindesy hated her. She hated every bone in Jessi's body. She wants to tear her head off and throw her body into nuclear acid. Then, she wants to throw her decapitated head into severly shark infested waters.

So, pratically, Lindsey goal is to make sure the bitch dies a horibble, tragic, and slow death- and I wanted to do those as well. (I even said I'd help her!)

The only thing you don't know was that the tour was nearly over and there are rumors going around that Frank's going to propose to Jessi. That makes me wanna puke, in all honesty. How can someone fall in love with a person like that?

And, she's not really letting Frank to talk to me anymore. She's kinda turning him into a homophobe. Like, now, the only times me and Frank talk is on stage- and that's when we're agreeing on a song. We're not friends anymore, that's how it feels. It's like I'm that person in highschool that you'd talk to if it was your last choice. Which sucks, because I'm in love with him. 

Swinging my legs and humming, I stared at the people who had stopped to purchase ice cream on a sunny day like this in San Diego. I had decided to go alone... I needed time to think. A lot of stuff was on my mind and I needed to think about it without someone making suggestions. I didn't get ice cream though- I had just got an iced coffee and called it a day.

One thing on my mind was Frank. Why do I even like him? 

'Because he's adorable and has a great personality. But in the same time, he's ignoring his best friend for a person that can crush you in seconds.'

I sighed, gripping the plastic cup in my hand, taking a sip. 

That was correct.

The second was the feelings that I felt for Lindsey... It's almost what I feel for Frank, and that's a problem. Lindsey is my friend, as Frank was. If I uttered a word to her about my "crush" she'd treat me like a freak. Just like Frank does. 

I didn't want to loose someone who was close to me again.

I started to get up and saw Mikey holding hands with Lindsey. They were ordering something at the register. 

"Does Gerard know we're together?" Lindsey asked, her eyes sparkling up at Mikey.

"No, but I'll tell it to him tonight. He's not taking things with Frank very well." Mikey replied and I sunk down. 

"I wish he'd just shut up about it. Didn't Jessi say yes? There's no way Gerard is in the picture now." Lindsey laughs, "Frank's a cool guy, and Jessi's not that bad either. Gerard always says that she's out to get him. Frank just wants Gerard to stop. He's not into him at all and he's tired of him always giving him looks of disaproval. Gerard needs to pull his big boy pants and grow up. This isn't highschool anymore."

I actually started to tear up because of that. My only friend now was lying about supporting me. I gripped my iced coffee in my hand and stood up shakily- how could I be so stupid? And, Mikey was dating Lindsey behind my back? I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes, tugging at my hair. Mikey spotted me and waved me over. Lindsey's hand immediately jerked away from Mikey's.

"Gerard!" She smiled wide, reaching to hug me. 

"No, don't fucking touch me. Don't ever lay your hands on me again. I heard you. I heard everything you said.You're a backstabber and a fucking liar. And Mikey, thanks for not being there." I spitout at them. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go down some fucking beers. So, fuck you," I pointed my middle finger at Lindsey, "and, fuck you!" I pointed it at Mikey.

"Gerard- don't do it! You've been sober for-" Mikey says but I interrupt him.

"I seriously don't care anymore. You're the ones who fucked me over. And, I might not even get to the bar." I took off immediately and sighed. Why do I always get fucked over?

I bit my lip. I didn't know where any bar was... Who am I kidding?

I kept walking, even when I got into the bad part of town. Where most of the crimes occured. I spotted a bar and started my way to it but I was stopped by a pair of arms. They wrapped around my neck tightly.

"M-M-Mikey, s-s-stop!" I cried out, thinking it wasn't him.

"My name ain't Mikey," The guy yelled at me, tightening his grip on me.

"W-w-what do you want?" I said, my eyes closing. He smirked, not answering. "Do you know who I am?" I stuttered out.

"Oh yeah, I know who you are. I was sent here by someone called Frank Iero, ring a bell?" I froze. "He told me to teach you a lesson but you 'must be able to perform'."

I took in a deep breath as I got what I deserve.

-----(Time Skip to the Time of The Concert.)-----

I hobbled toward the venue, knowing we played in an half hour. I hadn't took care of the scrapes of bruises or even the severly injured arm I had. Once I got into seeing distance a security guard stopped me.

"No fans allowed past here!" He yelled in my face.

"I am the lead singer of My Chemical Romance! I perform here!" Ray walked up to the security guard and looked at me pissed off. 

"Gerard? Where have you been?" He said, crossing his arms.

"I dunno... getting jumped by someone sent by my ex-best friend?" Ray's eyes widened. "Tell them that I'm in your band. They obviously don't fucking understand."

Ray nodded at him and told him as I walked to the bus, ignoring the looks from everyone who hated me. I had bruises covering my face and body. Hell, I would stare at myself if I were someone else.

Frank ran up to me and I pushed him away. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. He obviously didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I kept walking and Frank made me stop because he was in front of me.

"Ger-" He tried to talk.

"You sent him after me? To beat me up? Do you know what he did to me?" I sent a mencaing look towards him, looking at the ground.

"What?" Frank said, looking confused.

"'He told me to teach you a lesson but you 'must be able to perform'.'" I spit out at him. "And why do you care? You haven't spoke to me since all that shit went down. Oh, and congrats. Thanks for not telling me about your recent engagement." I scoffed at him and Frank looked confused.

"What do you mean, Gerard?" Frank whispered, reaching a hand out to me. "I never told anyone to hurt you!" He said, and I almost believed him. 

"What the fuck ever. You're not my friend anymore. Be lucky I'm not leaving the band." I muttered, dragging myself to the tour bus to go change. Frank stood there speechless and looking a little pissed off. Serves him well. 

A/N: Real drama is going to rise in the next chapter! Will G and Frank still be friends? Vote and comment to find out soon. At least 5 votes