When Frank woke up the next morning he looked around and felt confused for a second. Why was he in his own bed? Then it came crashing down on him. He went to the bathroom and winced when he saw the black and purple colouring on his cheek. He peeled off his clothes and got into the shower, scrubbing himself as if it would take his feelings away. Once he was done, he pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and an old, grey hoodie, which had become way too big for him. He must have lost weight when he was staying with Gerard. He went to go get breakfast and grimaced when he opened the fridge and found nothing but a really, really old peanut butter sandwich. Sighing, he stared at his phone and internally weighed the pros and cons of calling Gerard.
His phone decided to ring at that exact moment, and Frank jumped and grabbed the phone, pressing 'answer' without bothering to check the caller ID.
"Gee?" He breathed into the phone hopefully.
"No, Frank, it's Mikey," Mikey's voice said answered, and Frank's heart twisted a little.
"Oh... Hey Mikes," Frank said, trying to hide his disappointment. He had a feeling it was still obvious, though.
"What's up, you sound sad? I called to check up on Gerard, he hasn't answered my calls for a while. I'm worried about him, Frankie," Mikey confessed, concern for his brother seeping into his voice.
"I don't know how he is. I'm at my place," Frank said uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.
"Frank, I'm gonna come over, okay? I'm, like, just down the road," Mikey said, sounding even more worried but determined, too.
"Okay, see you now," Frank mumbled before hanging up. He knew better than to argue with Mikey when he was worried.
He sat down on his overstuffed couch and stared out the window at the driveway, waiting to see Mikey's car. About three minutes later, his car came into view and Mikey got out. He was wearing black skinnies and a striped sweater, and he was pushing his glasses up his nose, like fucking always. Frank opened the door before Mikey could, and attempted a smile. Mikey smiled back before his facial expression changed into shock.
"Frank... What happened to your face?" Mikey said carefully. Frank , he had meant cover that.
"Uh. Nothing. I tripped and fell; ended up smashing my face into a wall," Frank lied, wincing at himself and tilting his head so that his hair was half-covering the bruising. There was no way Mikey was gonna believe that. Mikey's face contorted into a look of anger.
"He hurt you, didn't he?" Mikey snarled, gently reaching up to brush Frank's hair away. Frank kept his eyes on the ground and swallowed.
"I'm going to kill him. I am going to fucking kill him," Mikey said through clenched teeth.
"He didn't mean to. He loves me, Mikes," Frank defended.
"Frank! Jesus fucking Christ, he hurt you!" Mikey exclaimed, his eyes going wide.
"I know. But he loves me," Frank repeated, still not looking at Mikey. Mikey gently pushed Frank back a bit so he could walk in and shut the door, before leaning down and engulfing Frank in a hug. Frank wrapped his arms around Mikey as well, and Mikey whispered, "Are you okay?" Frank looked up at Mikey with watery hazel eyes and shook his head.
"No," he whispered back. He let out a choked sob and Mikey started rocking back and forth, trying to comfort him as much as he could.
Gerard woke with a shock as his alarm went off. He checked the time on the clock next to the bedside table. 1:00 PM. He pushed the covers off slowly and didn't bother to take a shower, there was no fucking point. He walked downstairs and saw the smashed pieces of the clock lying on the floor. Gerard winced as he recalled what he had done when Frank had innocently tried to help him up the stairs. Gerard had hit him for it. He had told Frank to leave and Frank had done just that. Gerard didn't blame Frank, it wasn't his fault.
Gerard sat on the couch and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He needed to call Frank. He punched in Frank's number and pressed dial. No answer. Gerard sighed. Looked like he was going to have to go over to Frank's place, unannounced. He walked up the stairs again and stripped out of his clothes, before pulling on a pair of dark jeans, and an oversized sweatshirt. He grabbed his car keys, got into his car and started the short drive to Frank's house.
He stopped on the pavement outside Frank's house and got out of his car, shutting the door behind him. He only then noticed his brother's car parked in the driveway. He guessed Frank had called Mikey for support. Gerard walked up the steps, took a deep breath and opened the door. He looked down and gave an audible gasp. His brother was wrapped around Frank.
A/N: Woo, next chapter is uuup. I'm in England and it's cold and rainy so I'm about to write the third chapter. ._.
Hope you like it so far. -Jen