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This chapter is short, which is weird because it took me like a week to write it. I wasn't quite sure how Gerard should find out, and this seemed the most realistic scenario. This story is about to gain somewhat of a thicker plot. Not giving anything away but be ready.
Title: Sex Pistols.
You've probably realized I'm into straight up, pure, Punk music.
xxLee
Frank felt. He just didn't know what it was he was feeling. Whatever it was, it was coursing through his veins. Making evey step a challenge. It hurt all over, not a physical pain, but something deeper, more real, more emotional.
He just wanted a friend, even a distant friend would work, someone that only called on holidays. Someone that you had awkward conversations about nothing with. Frank wanted anything, but he just couldn't have it. The fact that Gerard was so obviously willing to be Frank's anything made him feel sick.
Knowing he could just reach out and take that friendship he wanted, needed at any moment scared him. He was tempted to just do it. Forget his morals and make a friend, but he couldn't. He had to keep everyone safe. He was dangerous. To much of a threat.
Frank fell asleep immediately upon laying down.
...
The banging was so loud. Never ending. Frank's ear drums felt like they were searing, if that's even possible. Usually, Frank would be careful, and check to seem who was banging on the door at two in the morning. He was just so tired, and wasn't in a condition to be able to rationally assess the situation.
The door creaked open to reveal a very infuriated Gerard. Frank was awake now, very much so.
"Ger-"
"So that's it, huh? You're just a depressed runaway that can't get over yourself. You think your little life is so fucking bad you need to run away." Gerard shouted, causing Frank to flinch.
Frank got angry. The hatred clawing at his chest. He doesn't get it. Gerard doesn't get it. No one fucking gets it. He isn't some kid that ran off because he was sad. He was saving people. He was a hero. A very introverted, unrecognized hero.
"Fuck. You." Frank seethed, his anger causing Gerard to freeze, just staring. "You think that's it. I know more about sadness than anyone. Don't fucking come here and confront me as if you are aware of my entire life story. How in the hell did you even find me?"
"Frank?"
"Don't say my name like you pity me."
The hall lights flickered, Frank knew he was the one doing it. He was too infuriated to care.
"I-I followed you. I knew you were lying. Frank, I know what it's like to be depressed and-"
"I. Am. Not. Sad."
Gerard nodded frantically. "Then why are you here, Frank?" He asked softly.
"You wouldn't want to know."
"I think I do." Silence. "I'm not letting you stay in a shitty motel, I will call the police."
He pulled out a cell phone. Frank stared in horror as he flipped it open. He wasn't going to let this happen, so he did the only thing he could think of. It was all a rush of emotions, causing the phone to shatter, break into pieces and cascade across the carpet.
Gerard stared at the pieces of what used to be his cellphone, and then back up to Frank. "How?"
"What, you dropped your stupid phone, that's not my fault."
"No, it shattered, are you-"
"Am I what Gerard? What's your logical explanation for this one." Frank should be quiet, but it was to late now.
Gerard's thoughts were running rampid, he decided the only way to really understand what was happening was to anger Frank again.
"You know what it doesn't matter, I will just tell the lobby they have a minor living up here."
A lamp flew, as Gerard watched in awe, and smashed against the wall. "You, can move things with-"
"No! Nononononono." Frank was yanking at his fringe in anguish.
"Frank calm down we can-"
"I might hurt someone. I'm a monster. This isn't real. Please." Frank didn't even seem to be talking to Gerard anymore, just uttering pleas towards himself.
"Frank, just come with me."
"I can't go home, I can't!"
"Okay. Okay. It is going to be okay." Frank didn't even seem to feel it when he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I just wanna figure out what to do, just follow me."
Frank shook his head, still refusing. "Frank I'm sorry for this."
Then Frank was consumed by darkness. He was strangely content with the peace and blackness.
Title: Sex Pistols.
You've probably realized I'm into straight up, pure, Punk music.
xxLee
Frank felt. He just didn't know what it was he was feeling. Whatever it was, it was coursing through his veins. Making evey step a challenge. It hurt all over, not a physical pain, but something deeper, more real, more emotional.
He just wanted a friend, even a distant friend would work, someone that only called on holidays. Someone that you had awkward conversations about nothing with. Frank wanted anything, but he just couldn't have it. The fact that Gerard was so obviously willing to be Frank's anything made him feel sick.
Knowing he could just reach out and take that friendship he wanted, needed at any moment scared him. He was tempted to just do it. Forget his morals and make a friend, but he couldn't. He had to keep everyone safe. He was dangerous. To much of a threat.
Frank fell asleep immediately upon laying down.
...
The banging was so loud. Never ending. Frank's ear drums felt like they were searing, if that's even possible. Usually, Frank would be careful, and check to seem who was banging on the door at two in the morning. He was just so tired, and wasn't in a condition to be able to rationally assess the situation.
The door creaked open to reveal a very infuriated Gerard. Frank was awake now, very much so.
"Ger-"
"So that's it, huh? You're just a depressed runaway that can't get over yourself. You think your little life is so fucking bad you need to run away." Gerard shouted, causing Frank to flinch.
Frank got angry. The hatred clawing at his chest. He doesn't get it. Gerard doesn't get it. No one fucking gets it. He isn't some kid that ran off because he was sad. He was saving people. He was a hero. A very introverted, unrecognized hero.
"Fuck. You." Frank seethed, his anger causing Gerard to freeze, just staring. "You think that's it. I know more about sadness than anyone. Don't fucking come here and confront me as if you are aware of my entire life story. How in the hell did you even find me?"
"Frank?"
"Don't say my name like you pity me."
The hall lights flickered, Frank knew he was the one doing it. He was too infuriated to care.
"I-I followed you. I knew you were lying. Frank, I know what it's like to be depressed and-"
"I. Am. Not. Sad."
Gerard nodded frantically. "Then why are you here, Frank?" He asked softly.
"You wouldn't want to know."
"I think I do." Silence. "I'm not letting you stay in a shitty motel, I will call the police."
He pulled out a cell phone. Frank stared in horror as he flipped it open. He wasn't going to let this happen, so he did the only thing he could think of. It was all a rush of emotions, causing the phone to shatter, break into pieces and cascade across the carpet.
Gerard stared at the pieces of what used to be his cellphone, and then back up to Frank. "How?"
"What, you dropped your stupid phone, that's not my fault."
"No, it shattered, are you-"
"Am I what Gerard? What's your logical explanation for this one." Frank should be quiet, but it was to late now.
Gerard's thoughts were running rampid, he decided the only way to really understand what was happening was to anger Frank again.
"You know what it doesn't matter, I will just tell the lobby they have a minor living up here."
A lamp flew, as Gerard watched in awe, and smashed against the wall. "You, can move things with-"
"No! Nononononono." Frank was yanking at his fringe in anguish.
"Frank calm down we can-"
"I might hurt someone. I'm a monster. This isn't real. Please." Frank didn't even seem to be talking to Gerard anymore, just uttering pleas towards himself.
"Frank, just come with me."
"I can't go home, I can't!"
"Okay. Okay. It is going to be okay." Frank didn't even seem to feel it when he placed a hand on his shoulder. "I just wanna figure out what to do, just follow me."
Frank shook his head, still refusing. "Frank I'm sorry for this."
Then Frank was consumed by darkness. He was strangely content with the peace and blackness.
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