Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter thirteen

Gerard pulled away from the embrace to look at Frank.

"What did you say?"

"I said I love you." Frank answered, looking at his hands.

Gerard stood up quickly and took a few steps back, leaving the other boy sitting on the floor.

"That's not funny Frank. Stop messing with my heart. You've already broke it, stop trying to take the little pieces that are left." He said, tears rimming his eyes.

"I'm not messing with you Gerard, I really do love you. I'm in love with you."

The older boy was silent for a long time as he stared at the floor.

"Please say something. Anything. I just put myself out on a limb here." Frank begged.

Gerard raised his gaze and glared at the boy on the floor. "I can't believe you." He growled, "You only want me because you saw me with someone else."

"No Gerard, listen..."

"No you listen!" Gerard cut in, "First you lead me on, making me think that just maybe I actually had a chance with you. That maybe you actually had feelings for me and you weren't just using me to get back at someone. Then after a night of having sex and cuddling with me, you go to the store and come home with a date! And now you're trying to tell me that you love me?" He shouted. "That's bullshit, Frank! You're no better than that stupid boyfriend of yours! You had to use me to get him to want you! I wanted you from the start and you ignored me because you were too infatuated with that dumbfuck to notice me until you saw me with Jeph! Fuck you, Frankie. Fuck. You." Gerard screamed, stomping towards the door with tears falling from his bloodshot eyes.

"Gerard, wait! Please, don't go." He cried, standing up and hurrying over to where the older boy stood by the door. He stared up into the older boy's tear-bleeding eyes with his own; "I made a mistake ok? Just kiss me, Gee. Kiss me and tell me that you don't feel the same way."

"Leave me alone, Frank. Go back to your boyfriend." Gerard replied, opening the door and leaving Frank standing there, staring blankly at the floor.

Frank wiped his eyes and went downstairs in search of Matt. He found him in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with some random guy standing between him legs holding an ice pack to Matt's eye, the other resting on his thigh while they laughed flirtatiously about something. Frank just shook his head and walked back upstairs to Quinn's room and opened the door. Quinn was sleeping with his mouth hanging open. Frank smiled, despite his crying, and sat on the bed. The blonde boy stirred and opened his eyes.

"Frank?"

"Yeah, Quinny, it's me." He answered sadly.

"What's wrong, honey?" Quinn asked, sitting up.

Frank tried to keep his cool but the sympathy in his friend's voice broke him and he started sobbing again.

"I fucked up so bad, Quinn. He doesn't even want me now."

Quinn tossed the covers back and pulled Frank under them so he was lying down. He wrapped his arms around the crying boy as he sobbed into his chest.

"Shh, it's ok. What happened?" He asked, running his finger through Frank's tangled hair.

Frank told him what happened as he clung tightly to his friends tear stained T-shirt.

"Honey, he's just upset. He does have the right to be, after all, you did hurt him even if you didn't mean to."

"I know but I love him, Quinny. I really do. And I finally admitted it and he pretty much rejected me."

"He didn't reject you, Frankie. He's probably just scared. He doesn't want to be hurt anymore. You have to understand that he's going to have a hard time trusting you and you'll have to show him how much you care and earn that trust back."