Untitled [7/25?]
Title: Untitled [will be named at a later date]
Author:
silencing_sam
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: So I had this smart arse disclaimer which could rival the “Do not iron while wearing” one on clothes, but I forgot it =/
Summary: Bob makes Frank see sense.
POV: Third
Dedications: For
ira_luxuriabecause she may as well be my best friend. And
comeththegirlfor just being amazing.
Author’s Notes: First multi-chaptered fic in a long time. Fucking hell, how long has it taken me to write this chapter?! Well, here it is finally. Oh and I haven't had time to check through it, so if you see any mistakes, please point them out =]
Chapter Seven
Frank flipped his phone shut, and it automatically saved the unsent text message in ‘drafts’. He emptied his cold coffee down the sink and crossed into the living area, where he fell onto the couch. He tilted his head back against the top and sighed heavily as his eyes closed. He let the last few minutes replay in his head and he saw Gerard’s eyes flash in anger as he grabbed his sketch book before leaving. The fury was etched deeply into his whole face and no matter how hard Frank tried, he couldn’t stop picturing him like that.
His phone vibrated in his jeans pocket, and he sighed again as he pulled it out, flipping it open. He stared at the screen for a long time before finally opening the message from Mikey.
Dude, what the hell happened with my brother? He won’t talk to any of us… What went on between you two?
“I don’t know,” He answered aloud, “We were talking, and then we weren’t.”
He ignored the text and laid his head back down in hopes of forgetting the whole argument. He had never had a fight with Gerard before, not like this, anyway. He wished his feelings for his best friend had never grown into anything more than platonic, it was awkward. He didn’t know how to act around Gerard anymore, and they were both noticing it. Frank could understand why Gerard was upset, he himself was too.
A buzzing sound broke into his thoughts and he looked at his phone again. This message was from Bob.
We need to talk. Now. I’ll be at the bus in five minutes. Don’t go anywhere.
Frank groaned in annoyance, now Bob was pissed off at him. He sat in silence trying to gather his thoughts together, biting the metal ring that pierced his lip. The door opened and Bob walked inside, his face blank. Frank watched him wearily as he crossed the bus and sat on the other side of the couch. Bob turned his head slightly and caught Frank’s eye.
“Tell him.”
“Bob… You know I can’t. I- It’ll ruin everything we’ve ever done. Five years of hard work, for what?”
“Tell him, or I will.”
Frank looked away and leant forward, resting his head in his hands, defeated. How was he supposed to tell Gerard that he liked him as more than a friend? Bob knew that it would wreak the band, but the finality in his voice made Frank give up the fight.
“Fine,” He sighed, “I’ll tell him when he comes back to the bus…”
“No,” Bob said sharply, “You go find him now, and you tell him. I swear Frank, you upset him anymore and I’ll. I don’t know what I’ll do, but you’ll regret it.”
“What? What’s happened to you? I thought you were on my side?” Frank asked, confused.
“This isn’t about sides Frank. I love you, you know I do. But I love Gerard too, and you’re hurting him. I’d say the same to him if it was the other way around. You’ve upset Gee, and now Mikey’s angry, ‘cause he has no idea what’s going on. I said I’d come talk to you and find out what happened…?”
Frank took a deep breath before replying, “We were just talking, y’know? But it got awkward, and then, he asked me what was up. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, I still don’t,” Bob opened his mouth, but Frank cut across, “I know I have to tell him, but that doesn’t mean I want to. Anyway, he seemed upset, so I told him that I’d listen if he wanted to talk, and he just blew up. He started shouting, and I shouted back and then he left. He thought me and you were going out or something! I told him that we’re just friends, and he said he thought me and him were best friends. I told him that we still are, but he just asked why I wouldn’t tell him what was up. When I told him I wasn’t ready too, he stormed off.”
Bob was silent for a few minutes, and Frank fidgeted in his seat. He couldn’t sit still, he was afraid of what Bob would say, that he would be hated for the way he treated Gerard. He knew that Mikey would blame himself if Gerard did anything stupid, and Frank couldn’t bare that. His thoughts were interrupted by Bob’s reply.
“You need to fix this. Go find him, and tell him everything. It’s the only way it’ll get sorted, Frank.” He hesitated, “Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have threatened you, but I don’t want anyone to get hurt.. You’re all my friends; I couldn’t stand to see one of you upset, and it’s breaking the band apart…”
Frank stood up and moved over to Bob. He leant down and placed his arms around Bob’s neck, whispering into his ear, “I know, I’ll go now, I promise.”
With one last squeeze, he stood up straight and headed towards the door. When he closed it behind him, he pulled out his phone and opened up the ‘drafts’ in his message options.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t want us to fight anymore. I miss how things used to be. I miss -you-.
He added a question to the message, asking where he was, before pressing send. He knew it was up to him to fix it, and that was what he was going to do.