I pre-apologize for the horrible sadness that is the chapter. It will get happy, but not before it get's horribly depressing so bear with me!

"And his hair just looks so soft, I want to run my fingers through it." Brendon sighed to Gerard as he picked at his lunch, it was amazing how fast cafeteria food could kill your appetite.

"That's great Brendon." he grumbled.

"Whoa Mr. Pouty Face, what's wrong?" Brendon said and reached out to pinch Gerard's cheek.

Gerard swatted his hand away, he was in a bad mood.

Mikey had told him all about how Frank was like obsessed with this boy in their class. It wasn't like Gerard was jealous or anything, he just didn't want Frank getting hurt. Yeah that was it, he defiantly was not jealous.

"Ok fine." Brendon said and remained silent.

"Sorry, I'm just not in a great mood."

"No shit, Sherlock." Ray said with a raised eyebrow from across the table.

"Boy troubles Lady Legs?" Bob said with an amused grin.

"Robert, I am not gay. How many times do I have to tell you?" Gerard said with gritted teeth.

"Gerard, it's nothing to be ashamed of! We'll stick by you no matter what." Brendon said.

"Would you shut the fuck up? Just because you're queer doesn't mean everyone else is!" Gerard said as he stood up and grabbed his bag.

Brendon looked hurt, like on the verge of tears. Gerard didn't give a flying shit. He stormed out of the cafeteria, not caring that everyone was staring at him.

"Gerard!" said a squealing voice coming from behind Gerard as he walked down the school hallway.

Grand, this is just what he needed.

Gerard turned around and sure enough, who was standing there but Frank Iero.

"For fucks sake." he grumbled to himself.

Frank skipped up and threw his arms around Gerard.

"Some kid had lice at my school and we all got to leave early! Your mom said Mikey and I could come get you and you could take us to the park or something. But Mikey wasn't feeling well so it's just you and me! Isn't that great?" he said.

"I have a test in fifth period. Sorry." Gerard said dryly.

"Can't you make it up?" Frank asked.

"No Frank, I can't! Has it ever occurred to you that you're not the most important thing in my life? Maybe I'm not as freaking obsessed with you as you are with me. I understand you have some weird gay crush on me, but I'm not the same as you Frank! Could you leave me alone for once? The way you follow me around is fucking creepy! I am never ever going to like you back, okay? So just back off!" Gerard yelled in Frank's face.

He turned to leave, but not before he saw the younger boy's eyes fill tears.

"Gee-" he started to say in a trembling voice.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" and with that Gerard hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and stomped down the hall. He had a class to catch.

Gerard walked home and instantly got into the shower. Showers always made him feel better.

Afterwards he dried himself off, throwing on jeans and a Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. The funny thing was, he really didn't feel bad at all about anything he had said. He felt pretty good actually, sort of empowered.

Until he got a text from Frank.

'I'm sorry Gerard, I didn't mean to make you hate me so much. Hopefully you can forgive me. Not that it will matter anymore. Goodbye. I would tell you that I loved you, but you're pissed off enough as it is.'

Gerard wouldn't of given it a second thought, if it weren't for the horrible feeling he now had in his gut.

He quickly threw on his shoes and ran as fast as he could to the Iero household.

There were no cars in the driveway. Frank was home alone.

He pounded on the door, "Frankie? Frank open the door right now!" he yelled.

He got no response.

He ran to the gate that led to the back yard, and climbed over the fence.

The first thing he noticed was that the rope ladder to Frank's treehouse wasn't there.

It only took a second for Gerard to process that.

What had he done? The kid was only twelve, had Gerard's words really been enough to make Frank hurt himself?

There wasn't time to think about it. He ran up to the back door and ran his hand under the mat looking for the key.

He pulled it out from under the mat and shoved it into the door turning it.

"Come on, open." he muttered to himself.

When the door finally unlocked he pushed it open and ran into the house.

He heard something he had never before heard in the Iero's home: silence.

Tears were now streaming down Gerard's face.

"Frankie? Frankie where are you?" he cried out in a strangled voice.

He ran up the stairs and pushed open Frank's bedroom door.

Frank was there.

Hanging from his ceiling fan.

There was a stool laying on it's side a few feet away from him.

"Oh my God." Gerard stuttered.

He stood stunned and shaking before reality kicked in and he sprung into action. He ran into the back yard and grabbed the garden sheers. On his way back up to Frank, he pulled his phone out of his jean's pocket and with trembling fingers dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" a women's voice said.

"I need an ambulance, a boy hanged himself on 59 Salter Place. Please hurry!"

"We're sending an ambulance, get him down from his current position." she said in such a flat voice, like she didn't give a shit that a little boy had tried to kill himself. He hung up and set the stool upright.

He wrapped his arm around Frank's waist and used the sheers to cut the rope. He threw Frank over his shoulder and ran into the entryway, waiting.

He couldn't breathe. He felt Frank's wrist, there was no pulse.

Gerard's breath caught in his throat and he hugged Frank's limp body closer to him. He buried his face in his dark hair.

He didn't know CPR. He was completely helpless.

Frank was going to die.

And it was all his fault.

I'm sorry for that, truly I am! Review?

XO Columbia