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Gerard has always loved Frank. He doesn’t remember when he first started loving him, maybe it was the night after they played their first show, maybe it was as Ray and Gerard were asking him to play guitar in their band (did it count as asking? Maybe it was more implication then question). Either way, the start didn’t matter. It's the present that does.
My Chemical Romance had just finished on of their biggest tours yet, The Black Parade is Dead!, and to be frank (no pun intended), it might've been one of their most famous, and fan-growing tour yet. More and more new faces had started to show up alongside the already die-hard fans, and Gerard couldn’t ask for anything more (that’s a lie, one of the biggest lies Gerard has told, the top one being that he didn’t steal Mikey’s Green Day CD). Gerard was helping Ray put away all the gear when he hears someone laughing; no, not just someone, he'd recognize that laughter anywhere.
Gerard looks up, watching as Frank laughs at something some girl told him. Not just any girl, but Frank’s girlfriend. It’s not like Gerard has a problem with Jamia, she’s sweet and one of the kindest people Gerard knows, but it hurts. It hurts to see Frank with her, and it hurts to see how oblivious Frank is.
Gerard sighs before looking away, Ray giving him a pitiful look, before they both finish up putting away the gear. Gerard refuses to look up at Frank again, putting his full attention on one incredibly stubborn wire that’s refusing to untangle. More laughter fills the room, as Gerard tries harder and harder, tugging the wire until his palms burn.
The laughter gets louder and louder, clouding Gerard’s senses. Its consuming all his thoughts until there nothing left but-
SNAP!
Gerard tumbles to the ground, the now broken wire in his hand. He looks up to find Frank (and Jamia, of course, and Jamia) walking towards him.
Frank is the first one to speak:“Hey man, you alright?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so. Just my hands hurt, but no big deal, yknow?” Gerard chuckled nervously, looking anywhere but at Frank.
“Cool, cooool" Frank affirmed, “Uh, I'm gonna. . .” He gestured slightly to Jamia, who in return, gave a small smile and wave.
“Yeah, yeah, its cool. Totally fine" Gerard replied, and wow, was the floor always this shade of greyish brown?
Gerard continued his incredibly important staring contest with the floor, before eventually hearing Frank and Jamia leave the venue, both talking in whispering voices and hushed giggles.
“Fuck,” Gerard whispered, silently wiping his tears away, as he grabbed the broken wires, he set off with one thought on his mind: to find Ray or Mikey or someone to cry to. Anywhere but here, or near Frank would be preferable.