Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 12

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"Hey, Frank," Pete waltzed into the recording booth holding two coffees. "I got four tickets to see the game tonight, you wanna come? I'll let you bring your boy -toy?"

He handed me a mug. "Um, sure. I'll see if Gee wants to come. What time?"

Pete gave me the details, and I sent them off to Gerard. Fifteen minutes later, he text back saying he'd be there and that he had a special surprise for me. I put my phone down before picking up a black Fender.

***

"Where is he?" I craned my neck to see past the line of people. I couldn't see his red hair anywhere in the crowd.

"They'll be here, they probably got stuck in traffic." Pete reassured me. He was waiting on Mikey, who was coming via Gerard's car.

I continued to scan the crowd for them, but found no luck. 

"Um, excuse me?" I turned to see a woman, possibly my age, wearing a Jersey Devil's shirt that was one size too small and seemed to suffocate her breasts. "Hi, I couldn't help but notice your Devil's scarf," She batted her eyelashes.

I heard Pete snigger beside me. "Um yeah...and?" I looked around at all the other people in Devil's merch.

"Maybe we could meet up some time? I'm Cris."

I tried to look past her head for Gerard, but I still couldn't see his red locks. "Um...Frank."

"How about we go for a drink later?" She pulled out a pen and gestured for me to give her my arm.

"Um..." I tried to look for Gee's hair once again as she wrote something on my arm.

"Call me." With that said, she winked and wandered back into the crowd.

"Frank." I heard Gee's voice to my left and turned to see him, looking awfully sad and confused. His hair was bleached white all over. No wonder I didn't see him before.

"Gerard!" I began to walk towards him. "What's wro-oh." I realised he must've seen me with that woman. "It's not what it looks like, I promise."

"Really?" He reached forward and held my arm up. " 'Call me, sexy. Cris xox.' Really Frank, I show up late to one thing and your already hooking up with someone else."

He started to walk away. "Gee, wait!" 

He turned on his heel to meet my eyes. "I trusted you."

"Gerard!"

***

It's been a week since Gerard walked away from me. I've sent a grand total of one hundred and forty three texts, and called him twice daily. I haven't slept a wink and only showered once, to get that woman's number off my arm. I sent her a message, explaining that I was taken and gay, before blocking and deleting her number. I have also asked Mikey to try and talk to him for me, explaining how she came at me and not the other way around, and he said he's tried, but Gerard won't listen. God, I feel so lost without him, so cold all the time without his arms around me. I haven't changed out of my sweatpants in days, I haven't left the house in days. I just want my baby back.