I Don't Think We Should See Each Other Anymore (Frerard) (slow updates)

Chapter 6 (F/G)

[inappropriate jokes and mention of sex/bj's in this one lmao im sorry if that makes anyone uncomfortable but here's your warning]

Gerard was woken up by a phone ringing. On his cheek was still a bit of saliva from his hour-long nap (what had been supposed to be a quick 10-minute-nap but oh well) and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. With a groan and his eyes still squeezed shut, he turned around and onto his other side, almost falling off the couch, and he hissed at the slight pain in his back.

Then he remembered why he had promised himself never to sleep on the couch again.

He blindly reached for the phone, shortly wondering why that was a different ringtone than he had set, but his mind was so clouded from sleep that he couldn't find a fuck to give. When he finally had the phone in his hand, he pressed the green button without thinking about it and held the device to his ear. With his free hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose while he leaned back and sighed. "Hello?"

"Dude," Jamia said, "your voice sounds so wrecked- did you suck that guy's dick?"

And in the haze Gerard was in, he didn't realize this was actually not his best friend he was talking to. "Yes, he fucked me nice and hard, right after I sucked his dick," he answered sarcastically, closing his eyes and sighing heavily once more, "my throat is really, really sore from him making me scream all night long- we did it on the couch, on the table, on the carpet, against the kitchen wall-."

"You're so weird," she said, laughing to herself, "you never told me his name, you know? What did you scream last night?"

The phone beeped, signalling a second call coming in, and Gerard looked at the screen for the first time. "Hold on, someone's calling me," he said, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion when he saw his own name on the screen, "what the fuck?"

"What?" Jamia said. "Who's calling you?"

"Me is calling me," he said, his voice a half-mumble as he missed the call and it went away.

Then, he glanced at the contact name of the call that was still going on and panic settled in.

Quickly, he sat up, patting the spot on the couch beside him where a cute boy had been just a few hours ago. When he realized that Frank was actually gone, he groaned and hid his face in his hands.

"Frankie?" Jamia asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. "Are you alright?"

With a bad feeling in his stomach, Gerard held the phone to his ear again. "I'm sorry if I confused you, but this is not Frank, this is Gerard. He must've taken the wrong phone when he ran off last night like the fucking coward he is."

By then, Gerard didn't control the things that came out of his mouth anymore; he was angry, disappointed even. He was disappointed in Frank for running off and not even leaving a note and he was disappointed in himself for believing that Frank would stick around. They had known each other for so long, Gerard should've guessed that he hadn't changed.

"Wait, what? Did you say Gerard?"

He raised an eyebrow even though she couldn't see. "Yeah?"

"You're telling me," she spoke slowly, as if he was stupid and wouldn't understand her, and he almost rolled his eyes, "you're telling me that my Frankie slept with Gerard? Gerard Way?"

He sighed and fell onto his back. "No, he didn't. We didn't even kiss. He wanted to but I told him I didn't wanna rush into this- I don't know why I'm telling you this, I don't even know you."