Mr. Brightside ♕ Frerard

chapter twenty-six

Frank sighed, "Look, you ordered a pink cake-"

"No I fucking didn't! I ordered a purple cake." The angry man exclaimed, crossing his tanned arms.

The Baker scowled flexing his jaw as he clenched his teeth. The man before him had called three hours ago and fucking demanding a pink chocolate cake for his daughter, and was now asking for a refund since he "didn't order a pink one".

The man thought he deserved the cake for free since it was 'an abomination', which made Frank just want to punch the man's ugly little face in.

"Look, kid, can I speak to your boss? Preferably someone who isn't a small child with tattoos?" The man asked eyeing Frank up and down.

"Excuse me?" Frank asked as he glared at the man.

"I don't think I need to repeat myself." The man stated, acting as if he owned the fucking world.

And that's when Frank snapped.

"Get out." The Punk got out through clenched teeth.

"No, I need the ca-"

"OUT! Or you won't be able to eat your precious fucking cake without a straw." He threatened lowly, watching as the man's eyes widened in fear.

The man quickly scrambled, leaving the pink cake in its entirety and running out the bakery doors.

Once the man was gone Frank let out a small breath and leaned against the counter closing his eyes.

Frank didn't know why but comments about his height and tattoos really got to him. Yeah they made him angry, but they made him incredibly sad too.

He felt ridiculed and singled out, because Frank loved his tattoos, and didn't want to be ashamed of them. But he'd be lying if he didn't say he got most of them to make up for his short height, so maybe he'd come across more intimidating.

The Baker felt his throat tighten a bit in emotion, he absolutely hated feeling sad, with every fibre in his being.

And it wasn't manly of him to cry or do anything of the sort. He just couldn't help his insecurities. Maybe Frank shouldn't have gotten his beloved tattoos... maybe that meant people would take him seriously just because, and he wouldn't have to be so threatening all the time.

Just as he was going to start having a full blown mental breakdown, his phone rang. His eyes shot open and he groaned in annoyance, what was everyone's fucking deal lately?

Frank pulled his phone out of his apron and answered without checking the ID.

"What?" He snapped into the phone, glaring into the abyss.

"Frankie?" Gerard's quiet asked in a hurt tone.

The Baker's eyes immediately widened and he wanted to punch himself. "Gee, I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay, but is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah... just burnt myself with a spatula." He lied frowning to himself.

Gerard wasn't too convinced by Frank's nervous answer. The Punk's voice seemed a little higher than usual and Gerard assumed it was because the boy was lying. But he didn't want to assume anything.

"Frank, are you sure?" Gerard asked again, worried about the cute punk.

"Gerard, I said I'm fucking fine." He snapped again. Instantly regretting it.

"O-okay." Gerard whispered, feeling hurt my Frank's tone.

"Fuck- Gee, I-"

"It's okay, I'll just um.. I'll talk to you later, Frank." Gerard said softly.

"Gerard-"

"It's fine, Frank. I gotta go anyway... Pete needs my help." Gee mumbled running a hand through his short hair.

"O-okay, bye, Gee." Frank spoke feeling his throat close up again.

Once Gerard hung up Frank let out a loud groan. Pulling at his hair aggressively.

"What's fucking wrong with me?" He asked as he felt his eyes water.

How did he manage to hurt the one person that meant the most to him? All Gerard was trying to do was help him and he practically shoved his foot down the boy's throat.

Frank knew was going to Hell.

He felt a little tear fall down his cheeks as he continued to pull at his hair and stomp around angrily. Eventually punching the damned pink cake that caused all his misery.

"Fuck." The Punk mumbled as he fell to the dirty, flour covered floor. He felt multiple tears run down his face as he cried quietly, crouching on the ground.

Some Punk he was.

- -

Gerard breathed in the cold air as he speed walked down the cold road to the Bakery. He had hung up on Frank over an hour ago, and he felt terrible.

Sure it hurt Gerard how Frank snapped at him, but he knew that it was probably because something was bothering him. And Gee made it his personal mission to find out what is was, and how he could help the brown haired boy.

Once he saw the Bakery come into view he sighed in relief, watching as his breath became visible due to the chilly September air. Gerard continued walking until he reached the pastel blue doors.

He pulled the door back slowly, hearing the small bell ding as he walked in. And that's when he noticed how messy the bakery looked.

There were smashed desserts everywhere, glass on the ground and one of the coffee machines was broken in half. He gasped at the state of the once clean establishment.

But a voice coming from behind the counter, pulled him from his thoughts.

"Whoever's there- fucking go away. We're closed." Frank practically sobbed.

Gerard's eyes widened, "F-Frank?"

He ran over to behind the now broken display, where he was met with a crying Frank that was leaning against the counter on the ground. His fist covered in bruises and blood stains littering it.

"G-Gerard?" Frank asked, as he quickly wiped his eyes and sat up straight. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you... You didn't sound like yourself on the phone." Gerard mumbled, sitting down across the emotional boy.

"Why do you care? I was a bitch to you... you shouldn't b-be here." He sighed, clenching his fists as he looked regretful.

"I care, Frank," Gerard whispered as he pulled Frank into an impossibly tight hug, "I'll always care."

And before anymore words could be spoken, Frank broke down again.