what's this? two updates in two days? this isn't like mee.. its kinda short tho..
I nodded, pulling my bangs over my eye; a conscious habit.
Gerard stormed outside, "He's 'fine'," he said, using finger quotations.
"What?!" I exclaimed, "Frank is never 'fine'! What's going on?"
He shrugged, "I have no idea."
I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. Knowing Frank, he mostly likely had something awful planned.
"It'll be okay," he said into my ear.
And it was.
No one heard from Frank, or saw any sign of him over the next few days. In a crazy way, it felt as if something was missing.
Gerard insisted that I stay with him, which was fine. I loved being around him. He always made me feel good about myself.
Although, I had been feeling slightly ill over these days that Frank was gone. It had absolutely nothing to so with him....or possibly everything. Ugh! Why did I make a point to complicate everything.
Gerard sat down next to me on the couch I was currently curled up on. He could tell I was 'sick' and kept asking me about it. It wasn't the right time to tell him.
He ran his hand up and down my back, surprisingly making me feel better. "You okay?" he asked, for probably the twentieth time that day. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the t.v. "You can tell me if something is wrong you know," he said quietly.
"I know," I replied, glancing up at him and smiling.
He let out a large sigh and stomped out of the living room. When he didn't return shortly, I went to look, walking outside to the deck. He seemed distraught and only Mikey looked up when I opened the door; the expression was indescribable, and it made me feel awful.
"W-what's going on?" I asked. Gerard finally looked up, sadness written all over his face. Neither of them said anything. "Gerard? Are you okay?"
He scoffed, returning his gaze to the ground. I looked at Mikey and mouthed the words, "What's wrong?"
He stood up and pushed me back into the house, closing the door behind him, "He's pissed that you won't talk to him."
I bit my lip, "I can't...." I trailed off.
"Can't what? Jesus Christ, he's your boyfriend, you can tell him anything. Especially Gerard, he's the most understanding dude I know."
"He won't understand this." I stated plainly.
He shook his head, "You won't know unless you tell him." he said, giving me that awful look again.
Tears welled up in my eyes , "You think he's going to understand that I'm-" I stopped myself.
"What?" he encouraged.
I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "I'm pregnant."
He stood there for a minute his eyes widening, and mouth slowly falling open. "Is it...Ger-"
"I don't FUCKING know! That's what the fucking problem is!" I screamed. Gerard came rushing inside.
I froze. Oh yes, it was genius to yell about this right by the door. He enveloped me in a hug, "What's going on?"
Mikey threatened me, "If you don't tell him Evan I will and it'll sound a lot fucking worse coming from me."
I was taken back by his tone. But he was right.
"We need to go talk." I said to Gerard, grabbing his hand.
He nodded. "Yeah, I think we do,"