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((Don't Be Afraid of What's Inside. - Aftermath - Adam Lambert))

"Oh my God, Gerard." Frank groaned. "Talk about what?" his voice was harsh yet playful at the same time. I was confused.

"You know... About... What happened last time I saw you..." I spoke softly so nobody would hear me. I heard silence on the other end.

"The last night you saw me was on my fucking birthday, Gee." I hung my head.

"I know, Frank. But you gotta understand, I needed to get out of town." I heard a couple small breaths, then a low moan.

"You didn't even say good-bye." Frank whispered. I sensed hurt in his voice.

"Please, talk to me and I promise I'll explain everything." I heard something being thrown and breaking.

"You promise, Gerard? You promised me the night Matt was killed you wouldn't drink, you fucking pussy!" Frank yelled. Another moan, this time it was louder.

"Who's with you?" Frank growled.

"It's nobody! Where you live?" his question was sudden.

"You know where I live."I told him, confused.

"Right, right. Bye." he hung up on me and I stared at my phone. I probably looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth open and glazing at my phone. I couldn't believe I was going to see Frank after two years. I wondered what Mikey would say. He'd probably be excited, I remembered Frank and Mikey being good friends. Ma adored Frank, so she'd be happy to see him. Dad was always at work, so he never saw Frank much really. I didn't know if he liked him or not. And me? Did I honestly still have feelings for my used-to-be best friend, or was I still hating him with my life? I'd decide when I got to remember him.

I finally put my phone down and looked at myself in the mirror. Looking at my wrists, I pulled my sleeves down lower to hide my cuts. Mikey came walking down with some cookies.

"Gee-Gee, want some?" I looked at the cookies, then back up at him.

"Do I look like I want fuc- Do I look like I want cookies, Michael?" Mikey didn't seem to notice my mistake."Gee, they're just like Nana used to make them!" I looked down at the cookies, thinking.

"Ma knows how to make Nana cookies?" Mikey nodded enthusiastically. The doorbell rang, making both of us look towards my door.

"Mikey, sweetie, get the door!" Ma called. "Gerard, stay inside your room if it's an inspector!" Mikey shoved the plate of cookies in my hands and ran upstairs to get the door. I popped a cookie in my mouth and set the plate down on my nightstand. As I chewed, I heard a happy scream.

"FRANKIE!" Mikey's voice was loud and gleefull. I flinched at the name. "Mom, Frank's here! Frank's here!" he chanted. I knew Ma was going to be excited.

"Oh, Frank, darling! How have you been?" I heard quiet talking, then Frank knocked on my door.

"Gee?" Frank walked down the stairs and I gasped. Oh. My. God.

"F-Frank?" I looked at him, standing still and wide-eyed like me. His eyes locked with mine, his piercing green eyes. His once short hair was long on one side, but buzzed on theother. His nose was pierced, as well as his lip, and he had plugs in his ears. His skin was paler than I remembered, his lips pinker. He seemed to grow the tiniest fraction of an inch since I'd seen him two years ago. Tattoos covered his arms, and I noticed that 'WEEN' was inked on his left knuckles. Frank was definetely different, but at the same time, completely the same.

I watched as he took me in at the same time. I probably looked like some fucking psychotic, vampire freak to him. I watched with wary eyes as his pink lips spread into a wide smile. "Gerard." Frank spoke, walking down and hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his small body, remembering the way we perfectly fit like two puzzle pieces.

"Hi Frank." I spoke surprisingly calm. Frank pulled away from me and smiled smaller. Our eyes locked once again.

"Two years..." Frank whispered. I let out a shaky breath that I had been holding in.

"Yeah..." I reached in my pocket and pulled out a ciggarette, lighting up.It was a disgusting habit that I picked up at parties a year back, and it helped cool my nerves or helped get me off my horny state. But after I had Jessica, I didn't smoke for not being horny. Frank smiled.

"You smoke too?" I blew out a puff of smoke.

"Yeah. You do?" Frank nodded.

"Why do you smoke?" I wasn't ready to tell him.

"You tell me first." I muttered, sucking in and taking a long drag. My eyes flickered down, not wanting to look at that face I had kissed so many times before.

"I smoke 'cause I need something to keep me busy while I'm out." he nudged me. "Now tell."

"Nerves and being horny." I sighed, pulling out my cig. I blew smoke into Frank's face, my eyes narrowed.

"Dammit, Gerard, do I have to light up in here too?" I chuckled and took another drag, long and slow. It didn't take long to tempt him. "Fuck you." he pulled out a cig and lit up, his green eyes watching my reaction.

"Frank?" I asked, putting out my cig. My nerves were all bundled now.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry I left without saying bye." he didn't see my apology coming, and he flinched slightly.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I reached out to touch him, but quickly sat on my hand.

"I'm not lying now, Frank. I'm not the same man I used to be." Frank snorted and took another drag, the smoke coming out as he laughed.

"Sure, Gerard. Whatever you say." I folded my arms, getting pissed that he didn't believe me.

"Fucking believe me, Iero." I glared, snapping. He leaned in close to me.

"Or else you'll do what? Rape and suffocate me like you did Matt?" he put out his cigarette bud on my shirt. His hand trailed down my chest and into my pants. I shoved him away from me.

"Get the hell away from me, Iero." I desperately needed another cig. He was right back in my face, pushing me down.

"Make me, Gerard Way..." he whispered sexily, his body straddling mine. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, my eyes fixated on his.

"Frank-" I tried to shove him away again, but lips so tender and delicious pressed against my own, silencing me. My eyes were wide as I saw a side of Frank I'd never seen before. The new side of him scared me shitless.

He grabbed hold of my hips and ground our hips together in unison, making a soft moan escape my throat. He pulled away from my lips and bent down to my ear. "I wanna hear you scream my name like I always had to do with yours, baby." I went to protest when Ma gasped. I turned my head and noticed her standing there, her mouth wide like her eyes. 'Fuck.' Frank looked over, then scrambled off me. "Mrs. Way!" he was surprised, and I snickered.

"I was going to say Mikey wanted to play with you guys, but..." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not 10 anymore, Ma. Mikey needs to fucking grow up." I remarked, scoffing. Frank hit me. "What the hell?!"

"If you've forgotten, I'm one year younger than Mikey, Gerard!" my eyes widened.

"Oh, man Frank! I'm so sorry!" he crossed his arms. "I didn't mean it that way! I'm just sick of Mikey wanting to play with me; he needs to make friends of his own!" Frank seemed to like that answer.

"Friends like me." I looked at him with possessiveness.

"He can't have you, Frankie. You're mine." I stated, then widened my eyes. Did I just say Frankie was mine? Did I just call him Frankie? Ma laughed.

"Looks like you two are back together." she left the room with an extra spring in her step. Frank was back on top of me.

"I need a cig." I told him, my nose touching his. He grinned.

"Nerves?" he asked. I closed my eyes.

"Uh, the... other thing..." Frank giggled. He slowly got off me and I immediately pulled out a cig and began to smoke.

"You know," Frank lied down next to me, propping his head up with his elbow. "you did say I was yours. I think we really should get back together."