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Frank sat on the park bench, not far from Mikeys house, with his head in his hands, feeling ridiculously guilty for calling Gerard a creep. He knew Gerard properly wouldn't find out what he said. But he still felt guilt gnawing away at his insides.

He sighed sadly and brought a cigarette to his lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply. A thing most don't know about Frank Iero, he is a big smoker. He smokes a lot. Its really only his friends that know, because they more occasionally bum a smoke off him.

He was staring into the distance at a street light and the eerie gleam is was casting on the floor. He saw a shadowed figure stumble in the the street lights glow and fall to the ground, Frank would normally leave if he saw a drunk person in the park, but there was something about the way this person carried themselves that was familiar to Frank. The figure sat up and wrapped it's arms around their legs and began to cry. It was then Frank realized.

"Gerard!" Frank screamed. He jumped up and ran over to him. Nearly crying himself. Gerard looked up and smiled when he saw Frank then frowned. "Gerard! Fuck! What the fuck have you been drinking?!" Frank asked in a panic, putting an arm around him.

"You!" Gerard hiccuped and shrugged his arm off. "You called me a c-c-creep!" he slurred, ignoring Franks question completely. Frank was too concerned about Gerards current state to care about what he had or hadn't called him.

"Gerard, that's not important at this moment in time. You need to tell me what you've drunk" Frank told him. The urgency in Franks voice seemed to get through to Gerard, who paused, trying to remember the name of the drink.

"I drunk water" he told Frank upon failing to remember the name of the drink.

"Gee, please, your not in trouble. Just tell me what you drank!" Frank begged him. Gerard scrunched up his face, trying to remember what he had drank, reminding Frank of a baby hamster.

"It began with a V" Gerard told him. Frank felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"Vodka?" he barely whispered. Gerard nodded enthusiastically. "How much?" Gerard didn't answer. "Gee! How much did you drink?!"

"All of it..." Gerard cowered from Frank. Thinking he was mad at him. Frank noticed and took a second to calm down.

"Alright. Its okay. I'm not mad, just upset." Gerard put his head down i shame. Frank hugged him tightly "Its okay. Well, you can't go home like this. You'll have to stay at mine tonight, okay?" Gerard smiled widely.

"Y-yeah! A-and I can sl-sleep in your b-ed!" he jumped on Frank and kissed him with his vodka-tasting lips.

*

Gerard had all but forgotten about what Frank had called him, until they got to his house. He looked at Frank, who looked like he was about to cry. Gerard had sobered up, but only slightly.

"Fr-ankieeee" he hicupped. "I...I don't want to stay with yooooou! Cause you-YOU-thing I'm cr-eepy!" Frank sighed an pinched the top of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh for fuck sake Gerard! I don't care! You're not going home in this state! For one Mikey'll be devastated and I won't have him feeling guilty over something that's my fault!" Frank exploded angrily. Gerard backed as far away from Frank as possible and bit his lip.

Told he hates you! The voice was back and sneering in Gerards ear.

"No! Doesn't hate me! Ju-just mad!" Gerard told the voice defensively. Now it was Franks turn to be scared of Gerard, sure, he'd seen Gerard talk to the voice before, but there was something different in Gerards tone of voice, maybe it was just because he was drunk, but none-the-less it scared the living shit outta Frank.

But he called you a creep! Didn't he? Didn't He?! The voice laughed when Gerard sighed in defeat.

"Don't care!" Gerard said stubbornly.

But you do care don't you? I told you he'd hurt you didn't I? Now Gerard, you know what you've got to do. Don't you? The voice was practically laughing in glee.

"But...I don't want to..." Gerard said hopelessly, but he knew it was pointless. After all, Gerard couldn't always say no to the voice.

*

Frank put Gerard into his bed almost as soon as they got into the house. He now felt extra guilty for shouting at Gerard in the car. Saying that, he was
Also a bit shaken by Gerards 'conversation' in the car.

After putting Gerard to bed with a bucket (which he named Frank) and a glass of water, he phoned Mikey to inform he Gerard was staying at his. Mikey sounded wary but Frank had soon calmed him down.

Then Frank walked into his kitchen to retrieve his own pills. This was a thing only Franks family knew, he had been taking anti-depressants for about two years now. He put on a good front, and a lot of the time he felt genuinely happy around his friends. But some days he just wanted to curl up and cry.

Frank stayed up for most of the night. He ended up going to bed around four AM, a few minutes after he heard Gerard throwing up violently. When he got info his room, he just wanted to curl up and sleep. He lay next to Gerard and fell asleep.

"Frankie?" Gerard asked sleepily.

"Hmm?" Frank answered equally as tired.

"Do you like me?" he asked. He blushed, glad it was dark.

"Yes. Your very nice." Frank replied.

"B-but do you like-like me?" he asked like they did on TV. Frank sighed woefully.

"I'm sorry Gerard..." he lied. "I don't..."

"Oh..." Gerard whispered sadly "okay..." Gerard turned on his side facing away from Frank. Sure, Frank felt bad for lying, but he realised before, he and Gerard couldn't be together like normal people. Gerard wasn't a normal person...

*

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was Gerard wasn't in the bed anymore. He looked around the room. In his panic he'd failed to notice Gerard stood in the corner, holding a switch blade knife.
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