FUCKER

May 2, 2018

*TEXT MESSAGE*

Gerard: "Why did you have to do that?"

Bert: "What?"

Gerard: "Nevermind."

Bert: "No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to say something like that and walk away."

Gerard: "Watch me."

Bert: "Let me."

Gerard: "What?"

Bert: "You told me to watch you. I want to."

Gerard: "No you don't. Not really."

Bert: "You don't get to tell me what I want."

Gerard: "What you want? You don't know what you want. Stop this. We were actually getting along. Why are you doing this?"

Bert: "I told you. I can't stop thinking about you."

Gerard: "You're not thinking about me, Bert. You're thinking about what I was. I'm not that anymore. I don't look like that. I can't do those things. Have you fucking seen me lately? Do you even know what I look like? Is this some sick joke you're pulling to get revenge on me? Is that what this is? Are you that twisted? Do you still hate me that fucking much that you'd swoop in here and what? Get me to say or do something that would completely wreck my entire life so you can expose me and watch the wolves tear me apart?"

Gerard sits back, unaware of his shakin hands till his phone springs to life in them, ringing Bert's name flashing on the screen. He doesn't know why he answers, but he does in a flash of anger.

Gerard: What!?

Bert: I love you.

Gerard: Ugh! *hangs up*

*Bert McCracken is blocked*