*TEXT MESSAGE*
Bert: "I'm gonna keep trying, Gerard."
Gerard: "I hope you're deleting these texts from your phone before your wife finds them."
Bert: "Are you?"
Gerard: "Yes."
Bert: "I'm not gonna."
Gerard: "I don't wanna talk to you right now."
Bert: "Please."
Gerard: "No."
Bert: "I miss you."
YOU ARE READING
FUCKER
Fanfic2017-2018 It's been 12? 12 fucking years. And I still hate you. *This is presented a little differently than usual. Hope you enjoy.*
