"Gee!!" i shouted from our shared living room, "Mikey's here!" gerard comes from our bedroom and kisses me on the cheek as he walks to greet his brother. i leave the living room to go to my study room, continuing my job resume. fuck finding decent jobs around LA is so much harder than it looks. after around an hour and a half of "hardwork" i remember that i left my water bottle downstairs so i head down stairs to grab it, as i'm filling it up it reaches about halfway and i hear gerard mention my name, but i could tell he wasnt talking to me. "Mikey shes just getting on my nerves man, like is she stupid? i see the way she looks at frank. its ridiculous." gerard says "c'mon gerard, you and y/n have been together for like, ever! and she wouldnt do that to you, neither would frank." mikey says. i feel a pit in my stomach. does he really think i like FRANK of all people? frankie has been my bestfriend for as long as i can remember, why is he getting mad now? i take my water bottle and go back to my study room, but i just cant focus. i cannot fucking believe him. i hear the front door close and i sigh as i hear gerard coming upstairs, he comes in and gives me a hug "why are you touching me get off." i say irritated as gerard has a confused look on his face "what? i cant hug my girlfriend now?" i roll my eyes, "aren't i getting on your nerves?" i snap "babe-" gerard tries to finish but i cut him off "dont you fucking babe me gerard we have been together for SEVEN YEARS! you seriously dont trust me? and then you have the nerve to act nice as if you werent just saying shit about me?" i say angrily as i walk down to the door with him following, i grab my car keys and i can see him getting mad " well yeah maybe i dont fully trust you because you pay more attention to one of my best motherfucking friends than you do to me!" he yells "fuck you gerard." i say while leaving our house with tears streaming down my face
