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Chapter 2 –
The next day was the hardest to wake up for, but Frank managed to do it. He rolled out of his bunk and went over to the coffee pot, were ¼ of a glass remained. So Gerard was up. He looked to the side and saw Gerard sitting there looking at him, he raised his glass in the air to say good morning, and Frank just nodded.
“You can have the rest, just start another glass.” Gerard said sulking past him. He set his glass on his bunk and went into the bathroom.
Frank put his hands up behind his head and stepped back to take a breath. He realized he should probably call Jamia, even though she was the last person on his mind right now. He loved her, but he didn’t want her like he wanted Gerard, she didn’t give him anywhere near the same feelings Gerard gave him. But she didn’t know that, and she never will.
The phone rang and rang, until he hit her voicemail.
“Hi this is Jamia, sorry I couldn’t answer the phone! Please leave a message after the beep!”
“Hi Jamia, I was just calling in the check up on you. You’re probably out shopping or something, just call me back when you get the chance. Love you, bye.”
He hung up and looked at his phone. He looked through his old messages, and saw the one from Gerard that he had locked in his phone, the message that was the only reason he isn’t ever getting a new phone.
“Frank, went out to get coffee. You look so adorable when you sleep. Bye.”
Back when everything was okay. Back when they kept their love a secret between the two of them. Back when he was always happy.
Gerard stumbled back out of the bathroom and looked at Frank.
“Where’s Ray and Mikey?”
“I don’t know, you were awake before I was.”
“Oh yeah, they went to get starbucks.”
Frank looked at Gerard in surprise, “And you didn’t go with them?”
“No, I’m not in the mood.”
Frank watched him as he walked past him to sit down on the couch.
“I’m sorry about last night, Frank. I really am.”
Frank took a deep breath, this was always the worst part, when Gerard pretended to be sorry for being brutally honest. Frank never listened to what Gerard said anymore, he only listened to what he wanted to hear.
“You’re not sorry Gerard, you’re really not. If you were, you wouldn’t of said anything you did. Because if you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.”
“ I never said that I didn’t mean it, because it’s all true. We can’t do that anymore, why can’t you just except that? Were not in love, were just friends. You’re in love with Jamia, and I’m in love with Lyn-z.”
Frank felt like he had just been punched in the gut. Not in love? So he didn’t care about him at all?
“If I really don’t mean anything to you, why am I here? Why am I wasting my time in this band? I shouldn’t be here.” Frank went over to his bunk and started throwing things into a bag.
“What the hell are you doing, Frank?” Gerard was looking at him in complete confussion. This isn’t anything that Frank normally did.
Frank had tears in his eyes, fuck, was he really turning into this sappy emotional man?
“I’m done. You might not care about me, but I sure as hell care about you. But I’m wasting my time.”
“Frank-“
“Stop. Don’t say anything. I’d rather be dead than here your voice.” Frank stormed out of the bus with his things, but he left his phone behind.
“Frank your-“ the door slammed.
Gerard just stood there shocked. He sat down and looked at Frank’s phone, he looked at the calls and saw that he had called Jamia early that morning. And then he went into the messages and stumbled against the one he had saved in the very end of his messages. He just looked at it, and with a deep breath, he walked out of the bus after Frank.
The next day was the hardest to wake up for, but Frank managed to do it. He rolled out of his bunk and went over to the coffee pot, were ¼ of a glass remained. So Gerard was up. He looked to the side and saw Gerard sitting there looking at him, he raised his glass in the air to say good morning, and Frank just nodded.
“You can have the rest, just start another glass.” Gerard said sulking past him. He set his glass on his bunk and went into the bathroom.
Frank put his hands up behind his head and stepped back to take a breath. He realized he should probably call Jamia, even though she was the last person on his mind right now. He loved her, but he didn’t want her like he wanted Gerard, she didn’t give him anywhere near the same feelings Gerard gave him. But she didn’t know that, and she never will.
The phone rang and rang, until he hit her voicemail.
“Hi this is Jamia, sorry I couldn’t answer the phone! Please leave a message after the beep!”
“Hi Jamia, I was just calling in the check up on you. You’re probably out shopping or something, just call me back when you get the chance. Love you, bye.”
He hung up and looked at his phone. He looked through his old messages, and saw the one from Gerard that he had locked in his phone, the message that was the only reason he isn’t ever getting a new phone.
“Frank, went out to get coffee. You look so adorable when you sleep. Bye.”
Back when everything was okay. Back when they kept their love a secret between the two of them. Back when he was always happy.
Gerard stumbled back out of the bathroom and looked at Frank.
“Where’s Ray and Mikey?”
“I don’t know, you were awake before I was.”
“Oh yeah, they went to get starbucks.”
Frank looked at Gerard in surprise, “And you didn’t go with them?”
“No, I’m not in the mood.”
Frank watched him as he walked past him to sit down on the couch.
“I’m sorry about last night, Frank. I really am.”
Frank took a deep breath, this was always the worst part, when Gerard pretended to be sorry for being brutally honest. Frank never listened to what Gerard said anymore, he only listened to what he wanted to hear.
“You’re not sorry Gerard, you’re really not. If you were, you wouldn’t of said anything you did. Because if you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.”
“ I never said that I didn’t mean it, because it’s all true. We can’t do that anymore, why can’t you just except that? Were not in love, were just friends. You’re in love with Jamia, and I’m in love with Lyn-z.”
Frank felt like he had just been punched in the gut. Not in love? So he didn’t care about him at all?
“If I really don’t mean anything to you, why am I here? Why am I wasting my time in this band? I shouldn’t be here.” Frank went over to his bunk and started throwing things into a bag.
“What the hell are you doing, Frank?” Gerard was looking at him in complete confussion. This isn’t anything that Frank normally did.
Frank had tears in his eyes, fuck, was he really turning into this sappy emotional man?
“I’m done. You might not care about me, but I sure as hell care about you. But I’m wasting my time.”
“Frank-“
“Stop. Don’t say anything. I’d rather be dead than here your voice.” Frank stormed out of the bus with his things, but he left his phone behind.
“Frank your-“ the door slammed.
Gerard just stood there shocked. He sat down and looked at Frank’s phone, he looked at the calls and saw that he had called Jamia early that morning. And then he went into the messages and stumbled against the one he had saved in the very end of his messages. He just looked at it, and with a deep breath, he walked out of the bus after Frank.
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