Frerard OneShots (finished)

XXXIII - I Don't Think We Should See Each Other Anymore

[i wrote this in like half an hour but i like how it turned out so here ya go]

"And then I hit him with the bottle--and there was still a rest of vodka in it--and I hit him over the head with it 'cause I thought he was someone else and as soon as I realized it was Frank, I was like 'oh shit'. And, like, I immediately apologized to him and he went 'sorry doesn't bring back my capability of holding myself back from breaking your fucking knees, Wentz'."

At that point, I already wasn't listening to my best friend anymore. I had snatched his phone from him a while ago and scrolled through his Instagram while he and Brendon talked.

I flinched when Pete elbowed me in the ribs. "Right, Frankie?"

"What?" I glanced between the two. "Sorry, wasn't listening."

"I just told him where you got that black eye from," Pete said, poking at the bruised skin around my eye and I yelped and glared.

"Don't touch it, dumbass. It hurts," I snapped, then turned back to his phone. The two of them quickly got back into conversation and I rolled my eyes at how easily they could be amused and entertained.

gerardway is now live

My blood ran cold when I saw the message pop up on the screen.

"Frankie?" Brendon said, snapping his fingers in front of my face and my head snapped up to stare at him. "You just paled, like, three grades. You okay?"

"I- yeah," I quickly nodded even though it was obvious I wasn't telling the truth, "I'm okay."

Quickly, Pete snatched his phone back from my hand and looked at the screen, smirking and completely ignoring my pleads to just stop. "Oh, I see how it is," he said, his grin widening when I only sighed in agony, "you miss him, don't you?"

"Did you ever look at him?" I shot back. "He's hot, talented, not a fuckboy, and has a great personality; we may only have dated for, like, a few months, but yeah, I miss him."

"I'm not following," Brendon said, glancing between the two of us, "explanation, please?"

Pete clicked his tongue. "Well, you see, before we went to college, Frankie dated the hottest guy at our school. And then got dumped."

Again, Brendon glanced between us. "And?"

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. "Pete still follows him on Instagram and he just went live."

"Then why aren't we watching?" He said, scooting over so he sat next to Pete instead of in front of him.

"Exactly my thoughts!"

"I don't know, guys," I said, scratching the back of my neck, "what if he remembers you?"

Pete scoffed. "Who wouldn't remember me?"

"Like, 99% of the people we went to school with."

"Rude."

"Join already!" Brendon urged, then tapped onto the round button without waiting for a response from either of us and I made a mental note to kill him later.

I was distracted by the video, though.

There was a girl in the foreground; black ponytail, bright red lipstick--I had to admit, she looked really pretty. In the background, I saw the all-too-familiar artist; he stood in front of a canvas, paint on it and on his hands and some smeared on his cheek. It made me think back to all those times I showed up at his doorstep and he wore that stupid old t-shirt he always wore when he was painting. It was Star Wars merchandise and way too big for him, paint everywhere and he would probably never get rid of it again.

My heart ached at the memory.

It got even worse when I thought about who that girl might be.

Before anyone could say anything, Pete had typed something and sent it into the chat.

petewentz: hey g, u remember me? ;)

"Are you crazy?!" I practically yelled, trying to grab the phone from him but he held it out of my reach.

"Chill out," he said, giggling, "I bet he doesn't-"

"Gee?" The girl on the screen asked and turned to the artist. "A guy named Pete Wentz asks if you remember him."

The guy in the back stood up straight and turned to the camera for the first time--he was still wearing that stupid Star Wars shirt that I loved so much. "Pete Wentz?" He repeated, a frown on his face. "Yeah, I do. He was that weird emo-guy but I don't think I ever had any classes with him."

The girl turned back to the camera with a nod.

"See?" Pete said. "He does remember me." And he typed something else.

Groaning in annoyance, I flopped down on the bed we were sitting on and hid my face in a pillow. "You're an idiot, Pete Wentz."

"Tell me something I don't know."

petewentz: is it tru that you dated Frank Iero?

I sat up and looked at the screen and the question it held, then glanced at my best friend and, seriously, I considered changing his title. "Really?"

He shrugged. "You can tell me whatever you wanna but I never saw you with him so maybe you all made that up, hm?"

The girl repeated the question and Gerard stopped in his tracks once more. "Jeez, yeah. In high school, I believe. It has been a while but he was cute. Is he also watching?" She tapped on the screen a few times before shaking her head. "A shame, I'd like to hear from him again."

I almost fell from the bed when Brendon punched my shoulder. "Dude!" He said. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I'm not deaf!" I shot back, sitting criss-cross-applesauce opposite of the two--I couldn't bear seeing my ex once more.

Pete typed something else and I only sighed unsurely, knowing I couldn't do anything against it.

"Did you love Frank when you were with him?" The girl said and I could only assume that that was what my best friend had asked.

Everything was silent for a second.

"I mean," Gerard hesitated and before he was done answering the one question, Pete typed something else already, "yeah, I wouldn't have dated him if I hadn't had feelings. If it was love, I don't know."

"Pete asks if you would give Frank a second chance," she said, "are you sure Frank and Pete are two different people?"

I heard the man I once knew so well giggle and my heart ached. "Yeah, but I bet Frank's with Pete right now. They've always been friends."

"So, would you?"

"Ah, I don't know," he hesitated again and Pete bit his nails so I swatted his hand away and he glared at me, making me stick my tongue out to him, "I think yes. He's probably the last person I dated and I'm kind of still not over him, I guess."

Now, I actually fell off the bed but from shock and not from anyone punching me.

"I told you so!" Pete yelled and Brendon only squealed. "Call him, now!"

I took a few deep breaths, sitting up straight. "Holy fucking shit."