Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Frerard)

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wassup
enjoying 2005 so far?
shit sorry I forgot its 2019 already, geez
anyway, reading this may require tissues so have them ready by your side
carry on

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"Hurry up, I need to get to class." Frank urged me as I bobbed my head. I looked at him annoyed. That kinda thing doesn't depend solely on me.

He was about to finish when someone knocked on the door of the art supplies cabinet. My heart stopped for a minute and I was seriously so scared. I felt like I was about to die right then and there. Frank was as pale as the wall behind him.

There was another knock on the door and we exchanged looks and hurriedly got dressed and before I opened the door I checked that everything was as it was supposed to be. Except for the student that I was sucking off a seconds earlier - he definitely didn't belong in the locked cabinet with me.

Frank quickly picked up some things and pretended to put them in place as I went to the door and prepared about a million excuses why the door was locked.

"Mr. Way, I..." It was Hayley. Luckily.

"Yes, do you need something?" I asked her.

"I was just, um, I wanted to borrow some paint if that's possible." She managed to say.

"Sure, come on in." I told her trying to act as natural as possible. Frank and Hayley nodded at each other as she came in. Normally she would talk a lot but seeing Frank there and also the fact that I had to unlock the door left her kind of speechless. She picked what she needed and thanked me before leaving. I tried to save the whole situation a little more so before she left I started speaking to Frank.

"Anyway, so, your paintings are good you just need to work on your technique a little." I spoke loudly so she would hear even through the door.

We waited for a few minutes until we were sure she was really gone and then I just looked at Frank and at that point, it was clear to me that that was too damn close. It could have been the principal or some snitch or even Brendon. I was scared shitless and so I just handed Frank his things and pushed him out the door.

For the rest of the day, I was thinking about that situation, replaying it over and over and imagining all the scenarios that luckily didn't happen. I was depressed and anxious and most importantly I didn't want any of us to get in trouble so at the end of the week I invited Frank over, just like pretty much every Friday.

That day though I had other plans than to end up naked on my bed like usual. We got to my apartment and I offered to make us coffee. I thought long and hard about how I wanted to approach that topic and what I came up with seemed like the worst idea ever now that he was sitting there smiling at me like I was the center of his universe.

"What are you thinking about?" Frank smiled at me. I sighed and looked at him thinking of something to say. I took a deep breath and he must have realized what that was about because the last time I broke up with him was awfully similar. His face changed from a happy one to one completely devastated.

"We can't be together anymore." I told him.

"The hell we can. What the fuck?" He asked his voice jumping in octaves.

"It's too risky, for both of us and I don't want to ruin your future." I tried explaining.

"You won't ruin anything, I chose to be in this relationship." He furrowed his eyebrows together and looked angrier than a bull in an arena.

"Frank, I have a bad feeling about this. Look what happened on Wednesday! And I don't want both of our lives getting crushed with a flick of a wrist." I said trying to reason with him.

"You can't just break up with me, I love you and I want to do this!" Frank told me, his voice getting higher and I was just staring at him shocked, completely ignoring the knock on my door. So it was true, he didn't just let that slip last time. He really was in love with me and if that wasn't bad enough, there was another knock on my door.

I got up and went to open the door ignoring Frank's demands of coming back and dealing with our problem. Said problem got even worse when I opened my door and saw Brendon standing in the hall. There was no point in denying that Frank was in my apartment because Brendon must have heard him through the door and even if he didn't, Frank waltzed into the room like there was nothing wrong with me having a student over.

"So it is true." Brendon scoffed.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked him.

"What are you doing here?" Frank asked annoyed.

"I've been suspicious of both of your behaviors for a long time now. And that day, on your birthday? It was obvious - your mom said the same thing you told me. Except I know that no one went trick or treating, there was a party at Erica's house." Brendon laughed, looking at Frank like the king of the world.

"I asked how do you know where I live." I pushed his shoulder when he tried to come in.

"Ah, that was too easy. That old lady in the office loves me and when I told her I forgot to turn in an assignment she gave me your address." He smirked at me. "So Frank!" Brendon said loudly. "Are you fucking your teacher?"

"Geez, come in and keep it down." I was getting angry because an enraged teen was the last thing I needed right then.

"Fuck off, Brendon." Frank yelled at him with teary eyes. "Why do you fucking care?"

"Because it's fucking gross and he should be in jail!" Brendon yelled back.

"Shut up, we are in love!" Frank screamed. My breath got caught in my throat and I felt like puking. "Right, Gerard?" He looked at me and I didn't know what to do. "Right?" Frank started crying and his voice broke mid-sentence.

"I really like you, Frank-"

"Oh my god." He breathed out disbelievingly and shook his head crying even harder and Brendon started laughing almost maniacally.

"I'm sorry, Frank, I never promised you anything." I tried to save what little I could but he stepped back and on the way to pack his things he punched Brendon in the throat and left while I tried to help Brendon to his feet.

I helped him sit up and gave him a glass of water. I was so nervous and nauseous and just feeling shitty in general. My head was spinning and I needed to sit down myself but then Brendon laughed hoarsely and announced that 'that was fun' and my anger won and he came flying out of my door with another punch, this time to his stomach.

So much for avoiding drama.

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to compensate for your heartbreak i have a few one-shots up my sleeve
i plan on posting the first one in my boos in like a day or two so feel free to check it out

thank you for reading as always 
sending love to you all

-L