Kick Me Like A Stray

Chapter 10: To All the Hearts You Break - Gerard's P.O.V.

This chapter is written by Ryan. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICK!!!!

Frank... Frank... Frank...

Where is that man's room? I know we walked past it the night we went to the bar, but it's sort of hard to remember... I stop. There we are.

Frank Iero and a name under it that says Brendon Urie.

Dang. If that Brendon Urie guy is here right now he is going to get some questions from me. He's really the one I need to know about. Though I do want to see Frank again...

I straighten my shirt a little and run my hand through my hair once in an attempt to make the mess that is Gerard Way look a little more nice.

I raise my hand and hesitate. Then I knock twice.

Some shuffling comes from inside then someone rushes at the door, and it's pulled open by that guy from the bar who I'm guessing is Brendon Urie.

His frowns when he sees me. Or is it because it's not someone else? He turns toward the back of the dorm where I can see short Frank Iero staring intently at me. I blush a bit.

"It's for you Frank, it's the guy that you slept with," the taller boy suggests nonchalantly.

Frank just stammers. "I- I did not! I slept over not slept with unlike you Brendon Urie," he fights back. He's sassy when he's not drunk. Cute...

Ah right. That's why I'm here. Not to stare at Frank, but for Ryan. I clear my throat to get their attention. Both look back at me.

"Actually, I am here for Brendon," I say, head up and frowning. I see Frank out of the corner of my eye with an unreadable expression. Something like dislike? Something in me hopes it's jealousy. I internally whack that part of me. Brendon just raises an eyebrow.

I cross my arms and continue. "Would you like to explain why my roommate Ryan Ross is acting so down right now? He won't admit it but he's really bummed." I've noticed it. I know he's a peppy kind of guy, and even though I'm not like that at all, I still enjoy his usually happy demeanor. He's funny, easy to talk to and really sweet. So I don't know what happened but I know it has to do with Brendon Urie and that night.

Brendon looks worried. Why? "Oh god is he okay?" He asks, almost peeking out the door.

I furrow my brow. "Why do you care? I'm just wondering what happened so I can help him. And I know it's connected to you in some way because it started after that night at the bar when he met you," I say the word with a bitterness so I know he gets my point.

"And slept with him," Frank helpfully points out.

I point to Frank. "Exactly! Thank you Frank." He smiles widely. Damn he's such a puppy dog cute I'm going to die of it someday if he keeps smiling like that.

Brendon looks guilty and nervous. Good. He held the back of his neck, feeling vulnerable I suppose. "I... I don't really know. Yeah we did it but we were both drunk and I didn't think he'd really care... I mean of course I ran out. I have a girlfriend," he said the girlfriend part as if it was a shield, protecting him from accusations.

"You're really that stupid aren't you," I snap. "You don't just sleep with someone then run out with no explanation," I retorted.

"Yeah but like I have a girlfriend!" There he goes again with his girlfriend. "Wait but why is he not okay? He was really moody in class today."

"Good god you're an idiot," I whispered. "He probably feels worthless! He avoids talking about himself and wherever we do he gets quiet and shoots down anything positive. He flinches every time he hears your name! Having sex is a pretty intimate thing and to just get up and leave?" I huffed at the end, tired but energized. I've never actually talked this much or yelled this much to anyone I didn't know that wasn't Mikey.

He looks shocked. So does Frank, who continues his silence streak. All that is heard is my heavy breathing.

Then Brendon does something unexpected and walks out the room.

"H-hey what?" I ask, then turning to Frank who just stands there open mouthed. Then he mumbles a 'shit' under his breath and runs out the room after me.

I speed walk to catch up to Brendon. "Where are you going?" I practically scolded.

"I'm going to find him and say sorry," he yells back at me.

"Oh that's a great idea you know? 'Hey Ryan, sorry I slept with you, no hard feelings!' You know I though he had good taste in men but I-"

Frank grabs on to both our arms before I can continue. "Guys!" He says, panting from having to chase after us both. "This obviously isn't working out."

I roll my eyes and Brendon nods.

He turns to Brendon. "Don't you wanna... I don't know, think about what you want to say?" He turns to me. "And I know you care about Ryan and it's really sweet but..." he trails off.

I sigh. I glare at Brendon again. "You-"

"Hey," Frank tugs on my arm he's still holding. It's not tight so it's not threatening but it's enough to give him my attention.

I look at him, cute little him, with his bottom lip sticking slightly out and his lip ring and his tattoos and his tight jeans and his slightly loose t shirt that hangs off his frame and I sigh, anger disappearing at an alarming rate. "Yes?"

He smiles which is honestly... nevermind. Then he turns to Brendon and he forces a smile. "Good. Now Brendon please go apologize and talk to Ryan and tell him that he's an amazing person and you're not into him and talk it out and maybe you'll make a new friend!"

Brendon bites his bottom lip. "Yeah but I... he's..." his cheeks flush up a bit. Does he?

I raise an eyebrow. "Wait. Do you..."

Frank just huffs and shoves Brendon forward and lets go of my arm. "Just talk to him you prick! He's just down the hall."

Brendon stumbles wearily down the hallway, probably carefully thinking his next words. He almost bumps into a a guy in a fedora because he's not watching where he's going. Wait is that Patrick?

I internally shrug it off when Patrick heads down a different hall.

Frank sighs. "Sorry about that. He really is a good guy." I scoff at that. He notices. "Come on now at least he's trying to fix it," he says, trying to sound optimistic.

I sigh. "I guess you're right. I'm just worried about Ryan. One night stands aren't ever good. I think he had a girlfriend once that made him feel absolutely worthless. First of all because he was gay and confused but second because she was just so toxic!" I don't know why I'm telling him this.

He nods. "Yeah thank god we didn't do anything right?" He quickly takes it back. "I mean it's not like I don't want to! I mean- oh god it would just... I don't know how to put it... you're really really nice and super pretty and awesome because you care so much about the people around you and you even stood up to Brendon and you're really cu-"

I chuckle and tell him to stop. "It's fine I know what you mean. Are you sure Brendon is straight though?" I ask.

He rubs his forehead and sighs. "Let's just not speak of him right now he needs to figure himself out."

I laugh and he smiles. "Yeah I mean you're a really cool guy you know? Able to stand up to your friend. Like Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter."

He laughs. "Yeah well he can be a clueless idiot sometimes. I mean we all can. I can. Not you. I mean maybe but like I don't know. Probably not," he says, cheeks flushing red. I smile.

We stand in silence for a bit, staring out at the hall, smiling like idiots until he snaps out of it and finds something to say in the sea of words and letters. I quite like what comes out.

"Want to chill at my place this time?"