*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

Dear Readers,

Thank you for reading my stories, I know I have yet to finished either of my previous ones (I promise I'll get to them one day). But I decided to write this one to help me cope with the break up of our favorite band.

This story is short and much less detailed compared to my other ones and written a slightly different style.

The podcast Frank is reacting to in this story is the one Gerard did recently with Nerdist. You don't have to listen to it to understand what's going on, but it helps!

Here's the link: 2013/08/nerdist-podcast-gerard-way/

I hope you enjoy my story. Give it a review if you have the time! They mean more to me than you'll ever know!

THE END

"This is all because your dog died."

"This is fucking not because Buckley fucking died you piece of shit! This is about you! It's always fucking been about you!"

He was fighting back tears now, this always happened when he was really pissed and now he was really fucking pissed. Like insanely pissed. More pissed than he has ever been in his life. Because Gerard was the only person in the entire universe and beyond who could make him this crazy.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means!" He hissed loudly through his teeth. "It means you've always called the shots! You decided when MCR started, the day MCR ended! I fucking bled MCR-"

"And I fucking didn't? I fucking didn't? I nearly fucking died! Fuck I died every fucking day for that fucking band! Every fucking day I died and was reborn to make that band what it fucking is!"

"And for what! You fucking slit it's fucking throat man! Conventional Weapons was…

was

Like the old days

But fucking better, it was different it was you it was me it was all of us.

And then we release and you just…pulled the plug…" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Just like…."

He choked now. Fucking say it.

"Us."

The tears were flowing now all right. He didn't even care. He let them gush down his face. The dam was open.

He just stood there, shaking like a fucking leaf. His blazing eyes burning into Gerard's.

Gerard just stood there too with his eyes wide open.

They looked….

He looked…

Imagine if some had come behind you and stabbed you in the heart. That look.

Frank hated this. He hated himself for creating that look on Gerard's face. He truly hated his own guts in that moment. That same fucking stabber had turned around and gotten him too. Fucking bitch.

They were like two broken statues.

But really what could they say?

There was nothing left to say.