As Gerard got closer to the door, he heard a slow, muffled 'oh god' that was full of depression. Although it was almost unrecognisable, *Gerard could tell that it had to have come from Frank. The strange thing being the fact that Frank never cried. The thought of Frank even being sad made Gerard feel sick. He was always hyper and smiling, playing pranks and jumping on unfortunate peoples backs.
"Frank?" squeaked Gerard, as he pushed the door open.
The man sitting on the concrete staircase, head in his hands, didn't reply.
"Frank" Gerard said in a demanding voice, pushing the door open enough for him to walk through, before letting it *swing shut on it's own accord.
Frank turned *round quickly to look at Gerard, before swiftly turning back to his previous position. He may have only faced him for little less than a second, but it was enough for Gerard to see Frank's tear stained cheeks, red eyes and a look of misery painted on his face.
"Frankie, what's wrong?" Gerard asked as worry overflowed in his body
"Nothing Gee I'm fine" insisted Frank in a deep stuffy voice, wiping his eyes with his sleeves, sniffing hard
"Cut the manly act, because it's not fooling me. I know something is wrong, so please man, just tell me" Gerard sat down next to the crying and man and placed a steady hand on his shoulder "Please Frank..."
Frank lifted his head, facing forward into the studios carpark.
"I can't tell you Gee. I'll be honest and tell you that I'm dying inside because of it. But the reason I.. I just can't..." Frankheaved a shaky sigh before turning to Gerard "How can I trust you with my biggest secret when I can't even trust you to be trustworthy. You cheated on me. I know it was moths ago, but recently it's had a big affect. It's made me think and it's made me question stuff..." Frank told him honestly.
Gerard stared at him full of hurt.
"I want to tell you. I want to trust you. I want to bloody be with you, but... First you need to complete the game." Frank smirked, a tear escaped from his eye. He quickly wiped it away fiercely.*
"Frank, I been thinking and I can't work out your little riddle. It's killing me! I love you and I want to fix everything and have you trust me. But I can't work it out..." Gerard gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to cry like Frank.
"You need to Gee! You just got to..." Frank said sadly. Frank laid his head on Gerards shoulder. Gerard put his head on Franks. They just sat there for a while, just enjoying the company of t just being them. They could feel the heat off eachother and hear eachothers light breathing.
"Can't you just end the game?" Gerard asked delicately
"I can't Gerard. One day, hopefully, you'll find out why..."
"You seen the article in Kerrang about you and Frank recently?" asked Gabe Saporta.
Gabe an Gerard sat peacefully on the park table. Gabe took in another breath of his cigarette while Gerard watched longingly. How he wanted that smoky stick. He missed it's taste and the effect it had on him. His lust for it was heading towards the point where he couldn't control it.
"No..." said a absent minded Gerard, watching the cigarette smoke dance freely in the park air.
"It's about that Frerard lark. Theres a picture that is said to be from earlier this week of you two sitting in a step hugging" gabe said casually.
"Ah, the magazines make any kind of physical contact seem like a gay relationship" laughed Gerard *forcing his eyes way from the dancing smoke.*
"true. It's funny that they don't know that they are actually really talking about a gay couple!" sniggered Gabe.
"Fuck off!" Gerard swore playfully, flicking Gabe on the head.
"Seriously bro, If you really weren't kidding about what you told me earlier, then it's not going to be long until they work out that you two have had a good shag" sighed Gabe "They'll find out your pregnant then they'll immediately blame Frank for it!"
"I know" sighed Gee sadly " I don't get that much media attention away from the stage. No one really recognises me with out a microphone and eyeliner" he giggled
"You know what Gee? When you begin to show, we should hide you!" smiled Gabe
"dude your not locking me in your basement again" Gerard folded his arms with a smirk
"Why not? You spent years practically living in one!"
"true..."
Gerards bedroom from when he was 9 all the way to when he left home was his parents basement. It was still his room now, but he rarely stayed at his parents nowadays. He had a feeling that soon he would be back there.
They didn't force him to sleep down there , Gerard had taken a uncanny love for the dark and hiding. Both of which he could have and do by sleeping in the basement.
"but that wasn't what I meant dude. I meant like change your style, hair maybe make up and some little things you do" Gabe smiled proudly, before throwing the cigarette butt to the floor "But, so they don't realise it's you well get you a wig so they won't know!" A triumphant grin spread across Gabes face
"The strange thing is that that might just be a good idea..." Gerard patted Gabe on the back "How and when do we start?"
