Self Employed Chemist [7/]
Title: Self Employed Chemist[7/]
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Ferard
Rating: …Drugs, and sexual tendencies….
Disclaimer: No.
Summary: After finally moving past the drama of getting together the boys move in together but nothing could prepare them for the reality that is being adult.
[A/N]: So sorry about taking so long but uh I got very preoccupied doing...uh...Well I don't think it's legal, haha. Enjoy dearies.
[Previous Chapters Behind The Cut]
Frank I Need Your Help
You Don’t Fall Out Of Love With Someone
Early Morning Cigarette Fight
Fuck You Frank
The Sharpest Lives Can Fade
I Can Hear You Breathe With Help From The Machine
Frank’s POV
Gerard had been out of the hospital for nearly a month and he still hadn’t spoken a word to me. He was stating in the apartment and I, well I was staying at my mom’s for the sake of Gerard’s “mental state”. I dropped by every day after work but still, every time I walked in the door Gerard left to the room even if he was in the middle of something.
Today like any other day so far, I found myself standing outside our apartment door, my apartment door. Ray answered but really why did I have to knock? I still lived there! “How’s it going?” he asked. I shrugged and looked over Ray’s shoulder to steal a glance of Gerard, who was still my boyfriend considering we never officially broke up.
Gerard caught my staring and looked down and started walking down the hall. Ray stepped aside and let me in. I relished the feeling of being home and not in a cramped living room on a satanic couch that was constantly stabbing me with its old angry springs. Bob was on the couch playing halo, screaming obscenities at the monsters he preceded to pwn.
Bob nodded his head at me, his eyes not leaving the screen, “Sup…Dude” I shrugged again before realizing Bob wasn’t looking at me but the TV instead. I glanced down the hallway at my room before responding. “Just came by to get more clothes considering it looks like it’s going to be awhile longer until I’m allowed to live in my own fucking house.” It came out bitter but I didn’t care.
Gerard’s the one who tried to fucking kill himself but yet I’m the one who gets punished for his dumb ass move. I’m the one who had to stay clean and sober for a whole fucking month so I don’t get put in jail because he tried to kill himself. Sometimes I think I hate that kid for the up and down rollercoaster he’s always putting me on and the stupid shit he puts me through but then I remember why I love him in the first place but right now, I really want to punch him in the fucking face and make him wake up out of his poor me pity party world he’s made himself.
Ray gave me a warning look but I ignored it. “I’m going to go in my room and get my clothes from my dresser.” Bob wasn’t really paying attention but Ray just shook his head knowing there was no reasoning with me because really, there wasn’t. I’m a Scorpio; you think I’m going to let anybody push me around in my fucking house? Hell no.
I walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open, closing it behind me. Gerard was sitting on the bed looking at me fearfully with wide eyes as I walked in and it irked me to no fucking end. I didn’t try to kill him, he tried to kill himself. My temper was getting the best of me, “For fuck’s sake, wipe that stupid look off your face.”
He looked at me with that stupid kicked puppy look on his face; it made me want to kick that fucking look off his face, that or give him a reason to be scared. “What are you doing in here Frank?” He stuttered out, scooting up the bed to create a distance between us.
“Well Gerard,” I gritted out, startin to open the drawers to our dresser pulling out random clothes and throwing them on the floor, “I’m getting more clothes because apparently I’m not allowed to live here in my own fucking house because of your fucking stunt. Bet you're fucking ecstatic about that.” I growled at him too pissed to think straight but really, I didn’t want to think straight.
“It wasn’t a stunt,” he murmured quietly at me. He wrung his hands in his lap, looking everywhere but at me. I scoffed at him throwing a couple of my tee-shirts in the growing pile.
“Really? Cause if you really wanted to kill yourself,” I turned around making my around the side of the bed, stopping when our faces were level and I could feel his ragged breaths against my face, “you should have used a fucking gun.” Gerard’s face went from scared to fucking horrified and for some reason I liked it. I liked making him fight an internal battle; to accept it and fucking cry and keep his pity party world going or deny it and punch me in the face like I deserve.
I gathered my clothes, shoving them messily into the knapsack I brought with me. I kept my eyes downcast, concentrating on making everything fit in the small knit space. “Why would you say that,” Gerard’s voice sounded broken behind me but I didn’t pity him for an instant because this was really just a game.
“Why the fuck do you think I would say that Gerard?” I turned and looked at him; he’d scooted to the edge of the bed almost defiantly. I dropped my knapsack on the floor and looked crossly at him. “You tried to fucking off yourself and leave this all behind because you’re a fucking diva who didn’t get his way. You wanted to ruin what we had”
“You did a fucking great job of that all on your own you fucking crack head.” He screamed at me, standing up and looking down at me, catching me in a hard gaze that neither of would break. His arms were folded, and his hair gingerly tucked behind one ear. If I wasn’t so pissed I might actually admit he looked gorgeous.
“I’m a fucking crack head? You want a fucking crack head? Go hang out with your best friend Bert because really? He can’t do a damn thing wrong can he?” I felt two hands connect with my chest roughly pushing me four steps back into the wall.
Gerard had his hands clenched in fists at his sides, his breath coming a little harder than normal. “Fuck you!” He spat at me, his eyes burned with anger and there was no way in hell I was going down like a bitch.
I pushed myself off the wall stepping forward to the boy in front of me. I pulled my arm back and gave him the hardest right hook I could throw before he could even finish what he was saying. It stunned him at most and it was only mere seconds before he was throwing himself on me, his fist connecting upward with my stomach and ribs.
I choked out what breath was left in my lungs. His body was pinning me against the wall. He had his arms on either side of my head. As I was desperately trying to catch my breath I looked him up and down noticing he had lost a lot of weight in the hospital and I knew I could take him to the ground if I really wanted to.
“That was weak,” I groaned, the only real pain was emotional. His eyes narrowed at me and I just stared up at him defiantly from under the stray pieces of hair that fell in my face. His eyes held a waging battle inside his head. His arms shook before he dropped them to his side, defeated.
“Please leave Frank.” He turned away from me and sat on the edge of our bed. His hands held his face and between his pale fingers I could see the formation of purple and green where I hit him. Ray would be pissed but it wasn’t really any of his business anyway.
I nodded dumbly and grabbed my bag, hastily leaving the room of memories. Ray and Bob stared at me as I walked into the flat of the apartment. “What?” I asked, wiping sweat from forehead and flicking my hair out of my face.
Bob just shook his head muttering a half-hearted ‘Nothing’. Ray looked at me not saying anything. An almost unbearably silence hung over us for what seemed like forever but if I had timed it, it really would have only been 10 seconds.
“So you headed out?” Ray asked fiddling with his cup, coffee most likely. I nodded my head. Ray nodded with me before wrapping his arms around me in a chaste but manly hug.
“Oh by the way, my band’s got a gig at that new bar downtown tonight at eight. You guys should come; it’s going to be pretty sick.” Ray nodded, adding “Definitely.” I grinned and left out the door headed for band practice.
Tonight was going to rip.
Author: i_am_the_broken
Pairing: Ferard
Rating: …Drugs, and sexual tendencies….
Disclaimer: No.
Summary: After finally moving past the drama of getting together the boys move in together but nothing could prepare them for the reality that is being adult.
[A/N]: So sorry about taking so long but uh I got very preoccupied doing...uh...Well I don't think it's legal, haha. Enjoy dearies.
[Previous Chapters Behind The Cut]
Frank I Need Your Help
You Don’t Fall Out Of Love With Someone
Early Morning Cigarette Fight
Fuck You Frank
The Sharpest Lives Can Fade
I Can Hear You Breathe With Help From The Machine
Frank’s POV
Gerard had been out of the hospital for nearly a month and he still hadn’t spoken a word to me. He was stating in the apartment and I, well I was staying at my mom’s for the sake of Gerard’s “mental state”. I dropped by every day after work but still, every time I walked in the door Gerard left to the room even if he was in the middle of something.
Today like any other day so far, I found myself standing outside our apartment door, my apartment door. Ray answered but really why did I have to knock? I still lived there! “How’s it going?” he asked. I shrugged and looked over Ray’s shoulder to steal a glance of Gerard, who was still my boyfriend considering we never officially broke up.
Gerard caught my staring and looked down and started walking down the hall. Ray stepped aside and let me in. I relished the feeling of being home and not in a cramped living room on a satanic couch that was constantly stabbing me with its old angry springs. Bob was on the couch playing halo, screaming obscenities at the monsters he preceded to pwn.
Bob nodded his head at me, his eyes not leaving the screen, “Sup…Dude” I shrugged again before realizing Bob wasn’t looking at me but the TV instead. I glanced down the hallway at my room before responding. “Just came by to get more clothes considering it looks like it’s going to be awhile longer until I’m allowed to live in my own fucking house.” It came out bitter but I didn’t care.
Gerard’s the one who tried to fucking kill himself but yet I’m the one who gets punished for his dumb ass move. I’m the one who had to stay clean and sober for a whole fucking month so I don’t get put in jail because he tried to kill himself. Sometimes I think I hate that kid for the up and down rollercoaster he’s always putting me on and the stupid shit he puts me through but then I remember why I love him in the first place but right now, I really want to punch him in the fucking face and make him wake up out of his poor me pity party world he’s made himself.
Ray gave me a warning look but I ignored it. “I’m going to go in my room and get my clothes from my dresser.” Bob wasn’t really paying attention but Ray just shook his head knowing there was no reasoning with me because really, there wasn’t. I’m a Scorpio; you think I’m going to let anybody push me around in my fucking house? Hell no.
I walked to the bedroom door and pushed it open, closing it behind me. Gerard was sitting on the bed looking at me fearfully with wide eyes as I walked in and it irked me to no fucking end. I didn’t try to kill him, he tried to kill himself. My temper was getting the best of me, “For fuck’s sake, wipe that stupid look off your face.”
He looked at me with that stupid kicked puppy look on his face; it made me want to kick that fucking look off his face, that or give him a reason to be scared. “What are you doing in here Frank?” He stuttered out, scooting up the bed to create a distance between us.
“Well Gerard,” I gritted out, startin to open the drawers to our dresser pulling out random clothes and throwing them on the floor, “I’m getting more clothes because apparently I’m not allowed to live here in my own fucking house because of your fucking stunt. Bet you're fucking ecstatic about that.” I growled at him too pissed to think straight but really, I didn’t want to think straight.
“It wasn’t a stunt,” he murmured quietly at me. He wrung his hands in his lap, looking everywhere but at me. I scoffed at him throwing a couple of my tee-shirts in the growing pile.
“Really? Cause if you really wanted to kill yourself,” I turned around making my around the side of the bed, stopping when our faces were level and I could feel his ragged breaths against my face, “you should have used a fucking gun.” Gerard’s face went from scared to fucking horrified and for some reason I liked it. I liked making him fight an internal battle; to accept it and fucking cry and keep his pity party world going or deny it and punch me in the face like I deserve.
I gathered my clothes, shoving them messily into the knapsack I brought with me. I kept my eyes downcast, concentrating on making everything fit in the small knit space. “Why would you say that,” Gerard’s voice sounded broken behind me but I didn’t pity him for an instant because this was really just a game.
“Why the fuck do you think I would say that Gerard?” I turned and looked at him; he’d scooted to the edge of the bed almost defiantly. I dropped my knapsack on the floor and looked crossly at him. “You tried to fucking off yourself and leave this all behind because you’re a fucking diva who didn’t get his way. You wanted to ruin what we had”
“You did a fucking great job of that all on your own you fucking crack head.” He screamed at me, standing up and looking down at me, catching me in a hard gaze that neither of would break. His arms were folded, and his hair gingerly tucked behind one ear. If I wasn’t so pissed I might actually admit he looked gorgeous.
“I’m a fucking crack head? You want a fucking crack head? Go hang out with your best friend Bert because really? He can’t do a damn thing wrong can he?” I felt two hands connect with my chest roughly pushing me four steps back into the wall.
Gerard had his hands clenched in fists at his sides, his breath coming a little harder than normal. “Fuck you!” He spat at me, his eyes burned with anger and there was no way in hell I was going down like a bitch.
I pushed myself off the wall stepping forward to the boy in front of me. I pulled my arm back and gave him the hardest right hook I could throw before he could even finish what he was saying. It stunned him at most and it was only mere seconds before he was throwing himself on me, his fist connecting upward with my stomach and ribs.
I choked out what breath was left in my lungs. His body was pinning me against the wall. He had his arms on either side of my head. As I was desperately trying to catch my breath I looked him up and down noticing he had lost a lot of weight in the hospital and I knew I could take him to the ground if I really wanted to.
“That was weak,” I groaned, the only real pain was emotional. His eyes narrowed at me and I just stared up at him defiantly from under the stray pieces of hair that fell in my face. His eyes held a waging battle inside his head. His arms shook before he dropped them to his side, defeated.
“Please leave Frank.” He turned away from me and sat on the edge of our bed. His hands held his face and between his pale fingers I could see the formation of purple and green where I hit him. Ray would be pissed but it wasn’t really any of his business anyway.
I nodded dumbly and grabbed my bag, hastily leaving the room of memories. Ray and Bob stared at me as I walked into the flat of the apartment. “What?” I asked, wiping sweat from forehead and flicking my hair out of my face.
Bob just shook his head muttering a half-hearted ‘Nothing’. Ray looked at me not saying anything. An almost unbearably silence hung over us for what seemed like forever but if I had timed it, it really would have only been 10 seconds.
“So you headed out?” Ray asked fiddling with his cup, coffee most likely. I nodded my head. Ray nodded with me before wrapping his arms around me in a chaste but manly hug.
“Oh by the way, my band’s got a gig at that new bar downtown tonight at eight. You guys should come; it’s going to be pretty sick.” Ray nodded, adding “Definitely.” I grinned and left out the door headed for band practice.
Tonight was going to rip.