Frank didn't know what he was going to say to Gerard, all he knew was that he was sorry and he had to make Gerard see that. He wasn't used to having Gee angry at him, well, at least not for more than a few minutes of sulking before they were back to normal again, forgetting whatever it was that they'd been mad at each other for in the first place.

Frank paused when he finally stopped at Gerard's front door. He bit his lip. What the hell was he supposed to say to him? He wasn't even sure why the argument had even started, or why Gerard was so angry, god knows what he was going to tell Gerard. Sighing he knocked on the door and took a few steps back. Fuck.

It was Mikey that answered. He knew Gerard had told him because he gave Frank his best evil glare and crossed his arms.

"What do you want, Frank?" he asked.

"Is Gee home?" He replied.

"Yeah."

There was an awkward pause of Mikey glaring and Frank glaring right back.

"Well can I talk to him?" Frank asked, exasperated.

"About what?" Mikey asked, leaning against the door frame.

Frank sighed, "Look I know he's told you we had a pretty bad argument Mikey, but I need to fix it. I don't like him being mad at me. It doesn't feel right."

Mikey stepped aside. "He's downstairs. You better be nice to him, he's been moping a lot."

"He has? Why?"

"Don't play dumb Frank. Even I know and I'm younger than you are." Mikey replied and walked into the living room.

Frank stood silently in the hallway before knocking on Gerard's bedroom door. His room was in the basement. He insisted it was better down here; he could think a lot easier, which made it easier to draw and write his comics.

Frank disagreed but went along with it for Gerard's sake, because what made Gerard happy made Frank happy.

The door opened and Frank held his breath for a second, words escaped him and he had no idea what to say. In the last few moments he'd created an entire speech in his head, but now he was speechless. Quite literally.

Gerard was a mess. He was standing in an old pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt with holes and paint scattered all over the front.

His hair was pushed back out of his face and messy, more so than usual, but his eyes were what got to Frank the most. He looked upset, and a little bit pained, but for only a second until realised it was Frank standing at his door. He scowled an crossed his arms just as Mikey had done moments before. Frank had to purse his lips to stop himself from smiling at that.

"Did you want something?" Gerard asked narrowing his eyes.

"Uh, Yeah…" he replied cursing himself for forgetting his perfect speech he'd come up with just seconds ago.

"Seriously, what do you want Frank?" Gerard sighed.

"I'm sorry, Gee. I don't like this, I hate it when you get mad at me you usually forgive me straight away. I was a dick and I'm just...sorry Okay?" he rambled on.

"For what exactly?" Gerard questioned him.

"Oh C'mon, are you going to make me say it?"

"Say what? I'm just esquiring" Gerard arched an eyebrow and Frank smiled. He was getting somewhere.

"For being a jackass, I shouldn't have stormed out like that. I guess I was just jealous." Frank replied.

"Wait, what?" Gerard looked totally baffled and Frank felt his cheeks becoming hot, Gerard apparently wasn't aware Frank had been jealous, and Frank has just announced it. Fuck, a red face never looked good on him. Not that it should matter, it was only Gee. Which was exactly the problem.

"Frank, you don't need to be jealous. Bert's just my friend…" Gerard mumbled and looked at the floor like he always did when he talked about his feelings.

"I know…" Frank murmured.

A few seconds of silence passed and Frank began to feel a little awkward, he cleared his throat and Gerard looked up at him smiling. yes, Frank thought. He'd done it, Gerard had forgiven him.

"So, are we okay?" Frank asked already knowing the answer.

"Of course we are." Gerard smiled.

"Cool" He replied trying to act nonchalant he put his hands in his jean pockets, but he couldn't hide the grin that was spreading across his face.

"You wanna' come and see the new drawings I've been working on?" Gerard said stepping back into his room.

"Hell yeah" Frank grinned and closed the door behind him.

Gerard turned and stared at the window for the fifth time in five minutes, then smiled apologetically when he caught Frank's eye and sat back down.

"Waiting for someone?" Frank asked

"Yeah," Gerard said hesitantly "Um, Bert...he's supposed to be coming over for a while" Gerard shrugged and sighed.

"Cool," Frank said as nonchalantly as possible "I'm sure he'll be here soon"

Gerard smiled at Frank and Frank smiled back.

Frank decided this whole liking-or at least being civil to Bert thing was a lot better than hating Bert. Even though it was hard to stop being angry at someone for something, Frank was trying. There was a knock on the door and Gerard leapt off the couch and hurried to the door, pausing to compose himself before he opened it. Frank giggled.

"Hey Bert!" Gerard said cheerily.

Bert was standing in the doorway with a weak smile etched on his face and a travel bag in his hand, Frank felt the icey feeling in his stomach that meant something was wrong, but Gerard clearly hadn't got that yet

"You wanna come inside? We were just gonna find a movie to watch."

Bert sighed and stared at the floor. "I can't Gee"

Gerard's smile faltered "How come? Are you busy? Cause you can come back later if you like"

Bert took a deep breath and looked up to stare at Gerard, his eyes quickly flickered to Frank, but Frank didn't have time to react.

"I'm...I'm moving away Gerard. I only found out last night and I-"

Frank swore he saw Gerard crumple, his whole face fell and folded up on himself a little.

"You-why?" he asked quietly.

Bert looked like he was going to cry "My dad got a job in a city and we need to go with him, I only found out last night"

Gerard began to chew on his lip and there were tears in his eyes.

Bert looked horrified "I can't help it Gerard. I would love to stay and be friends with you guys. I swear, but I need to go"

"When are you leaving?" Frank asked, since Gerard was apparently incapable of speaking.

"In an hour" Bert replied, and Gerard whimpered a bit.

Bert apologized a million times and gave Gerard a hug, then walked over cautiously to Frank.

"I think we all woulda' been good friends" Bert said sadly, and Frank nodded.

"Sorry to see you go Bert" he said,.

Bert snorted and Frank held his hands up "Seriously. You're a cool guy"

Bert nodded at Frank and Frank smiled back, then with one last hug for Gerard, Bert was gone.

Gerard turned to Frank and his face was the definition of miserable. Frank hurried over and hugged him tight.

"I shouldn't really miss him," Gerard sniffled, clutching onto Frank "We'd only known him for a while" "Yeah," Frank said "but he was a good friend for that while"

Gerard pulled back and stared suspiciously at Frank "You hate him" he accused.

Frank laughed "I never hated him...I just, I didn't want you to forget about me I guess"

Frank shrugged and Gerard hugged him again

"I'll never forgot about you Frankie," He protested " You'll always be my best friend. I swear"

Frank felt the glowy feeling come back.

"You're my best friend forever too" he replied and Gerard pulled away and grinned.

They went over to the window to see Bert hauling his bag down the street. Frank grabbed Gerard's hand and held on tight

"You won't leave me, right Frank?" Gerard asked quietly

"Nope" Frank answered simply "Never. You're stuck with me"

Gerard squeezed Franks hand.

"Good." he replied and he couldn't help but smile.