AN: WELL THIS WAS THE SHORTEST CHAPTER EVER I'M SO SORREH ;_; But I just wanted to get something out there because the next thing will be set in the future ooo~

Fanfic Cymraeg. xoxo

Chapter 9 (Bob POV)

Well well well. Seems like Frank and Mikes haven't changed much.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that Mike has finally had his way, but at the same time, I can't help but think of the heartbreak that Gerard would feel if he found out.

The mere thought makes my heart sink and my lips sag down a little.

I decide to put on a brave face and resume the slight-amusement-smirk I had on previously. There must be more to this than it looks, right?

"So, how did this... Whatever this is... Happen, exactly?" I asked coolly, sitting slightly on the nearest sofa arm. 'Therapist mode, activate', as Ray would say.
Frank got up, helping Mikey afterwards, and they both sat down on the sofa, Mikey offering a seat beside him. "I just... I don't know, really." Frank began, wringing his inked hands nervously. "The other day, at band practice, Mikey sent you to the shops, right?" I nodded slowly, making sure I didn't look either too eager or not interested at all. "Mikey... H-he did that deliberately so he could have me alone. He kissed me; we were going to do more, but you had arrived before we had the chance. Ever since then... I just had to have him - if you catch my drift."
"I see," I said thoughtfully, turning to face them more, "well, I think that you should either make this drastically less regular... Or you choose between them."

I sighed and allowed my tongue to swipe over my bites briefly. This was complicated. I could tell Frank loved 'Rard, but I could also see the love in Mikey's eyes when he held Frank close to him.

"How long have you been here?" Mikey asked softly; I could hear the self-guilt in his voice. I couldn't lie to him, ever.
"Not long after Frank screamed" I replied, my eyes downcast, biting my lip sheepishly.
"And you said nothing?" Frank chipped in, now annoyed.
"I... I couldn't. The moment was just too... Perfect" I admitted, my cheeks flushing a sorbet pink.
"Oh, Bob..." Frank sighed, rubbing his face slowly before turning back to me. "What am I going to do?"
I looked into his eyes and rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "Whatever you do, Frank, I'm sure it'll be the right decision."

Mikey then got up, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat back down, calming himself down one sip at a time. "So, what brought you here, Bob?" Mike piped up, passing the bottle to me.
"While you two were too busy fucking, I was chosen as Ray's plus-one for Gerard's court hearing and sentencing" I explained. "He's been given 25 years, in Bayside State, in Leesburg. Gerard.. Didn't want either of you there, for some reason. Something to do with stopping you both from getting hurt, I think."
Mikey sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Is bail being offered?" he asked shortly.
"I'm not sure, they'll probably offer it after around 2 years of good behaviour, but even so, if they do it'll be a very high price... Why do you ask?"
"We need to get him out. For me, for us, for Frank." Mikey then got up and put on his t-shirt, socks and shoes, and left with a subtle 'Bye, Frank... Bob' falling from his lips.

Frank looked up at me, his eyes solemn. "Mikes is right. I can't cope without him for 25 years, hell, you saw what happened after half an hour without him. I'm... I'm scared I'll break his heart when he does get released."
I looked back into his eyes and rubbed his knee softly. "If you really love him, you''l wait. However, if you love him so goddamn much you can't go a day without him, you do everything in your power to get him back." I then got up, stretched, and readjusted the height of my jeans. "While I leave you to your thoughts, I'm off to do some law homework."

And with that, I left.

It seems rude, leaving a broken man alone at his time of need. But I am hatching a plan.

Myself, Ray, Mikey, Donna, and Frank II (Frank's dad) are all gonna chip in and raise enough money to get Gerard out of the cells, into Frank's arms, and onto the aisle.

AN: THERE. WILL. BE. EMOTIONS.

Js. c: