CHAPTER 4

Frank's POV

"Sit" Gerard said, tapping on the couch next to him.

"I'm not a dog" I growled, but did what he said. He looked a bit shocked for a second and then his face went back to normal.

"I didn't mean it like that" He said. He looked right at me and I found myself looking straight back at him. "Sorry" he said.

"I think sorry is long overdue" I whispered, but accidentally too loudly, as he heard. He looked angry. Oh shit, why did I say anything. Now he was gonna beat me up. His face dropped once more as he looked to the ground, his hair covering over his eyes and nose so I could only see his mouth, set in a frown.

We sat in silence for a while and so I tried my best to focus my attention on the tv. He stayed looking at the floor.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered.

I practically exploded as all the emotions I had felt over the past two years all built up into one and I could feel myself going crazy. He was SORRY? Gerard Way was FUCKING SORRY? He was a dick to me. I hated him. I hated him so much. He was horrible, inconsiderate, and I had to obligation to ever, ever forgive him. I knew that I wouldn't. No matter how sorry he was. I would never be ok with it. I would never forgive him for what he did.

"It's ok" I said. Wait, WHAT? What the fuck did I just say? It was like I had no control over myself anymore. He too was shocked, and looked straight up to me. I saw now why he had his face down, he had tears in his eyes and was going to burst out crying any second. I had to fight the urge to hug him then and there. I just thought of everything he had done to me, trying to make myself angry.

"It's not ok Frank, I was horrible to you. I regret it every day of my life" He said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Then why on earth do you still treat people like that? If you were really sorry, you would've apologised to me long ago, not beat people up with your friends just like they did to me that day and pretty much every fucking day since" I shouted.

"I was wrong to leave you, I wanted nothing more than to help you but I was just so scared... that's why I walked away because it was killing me inside, I cried for days after that" His voice was shaking.

"Well I had a hard time even crying cause my face was so bruised up that I could barely feel my eyes anymore" I spat.

"I'm so, so sorry. I really am" he said. "I've always wanted to talk to you since that day and make things right, but I knew you'd react like this and I'm also so scared... Please Frankie you need to understand that if I leave them or go against them, I'll die! I want things to be right between us but I just can't face them! I really don't know what to do"

What he was saying was killing me. I was thinking about how things had been since that day and I would give anything for things to go back to the way they were before. I missed him so much. I looked at him. Tears were still in his beautifully hazel eyes, and his silky raven hair was framing his face perfectly. Even in the state he was in, he looked stunning. And that made it worse. I searched my brain for a moment for the right words to say. In the end, all I could think of was; "Don't call me Frankie". He looked down sadly again.

"It always seems as if you're making fun of me with your friends though, you can't just be like that and then think you can apologise"

"It isn't me though, I never say or do anything, I just try to wait for them to finish and not look"

"That's still not an excuse"

"I know. I just... I really miss you and I hate myself for what I did..."

"And you think just saying sorry is going to put it right?!"

"No! I want to do whatever I can to work for your forgiveness, fuck it, I'll even leave the stupid popular people! I just want you back Frank I miss you so much! I'll do whatever you want just please, please forgive me!"

Before I could respond he leant over, bringing his hands to my face and bringing his lips to mine. The kiss was desperate, needy and rough. But it felt good. After a second of shock I was kissing back, desperately holding onto him, desperate to get as close to him as I possibly could after years of people so far apart. Fuck the past, fuck the future. All that mattered was right now. Frank and Gerard. Gerard and Frank. Best friends forever. Maybe even more. Hands were roaming everywhere as we both tried to hold onto eachother, tears flowing, one person's body heat mixing with the other's as we became one. Sat together on the couch, holding on and crying, both knowing that no matter what, we needed eachother. Eventually after what seemed like seconds but was probably quite a long time, we pulled apart again.

"Frankie.." Gerard whispered, unsure of how I would react to being called the nickname he used to call me when we used to be friends before.

"Yes, Gee?" I replied, calling him his nickname. He smiled brightly, realising that I had forgiven him, and needed him back in my life. He took a deep breath and still had his arms around my neck from before, heads just inches away from eachother. We both looked straight into the others eyes.

"I love you" He said.

Everything, all the hate, the sadness, the anger, the betrayal... Everything I had felt about him before just melted away as I pulled Gerard closer to me. I kissed him once more before looking back into his eyes.

"I love you too"