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Commentfic with revelininsanity  from the HHAHFrank meme that stereomer  had. 
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One day he actually says it and then storms out of Frank's apartment.

Frank's just all, "Whatever, bitch, you know you can't live without this!"

Gerard doesn't look back(even though he really wants to), because Jamia and Lyn-Z told him that it's important to just move on, just flips him off over his shoulder and doesn't call for three days.

Frank deals with this in the expected way. He goes out, gets drunk, and gets into fights. And when any of his "associates" (he's too much of an asshole to have *friends*) mention that he's acting a little more extreme than usual he lays in on them too. Or tries to (it was Toro that said it and when Frank made the move to punch him Bryar had picked him up by his shirt and held him, with his feet barely touching the floor. he leaves Toro alone after that)

He does tell Bob he's a motherfucking sasquatch, but Bob just shrugs and ignores him. So Frank picks a fight with that Wentz dude, but the guy has a midget bodyguard and that's the end of that.

Meanwhile, Mikey is sitting on Gerard to keep him from getting to the phone.

Frank doesn't mention the midget bodyguard, because he's like 4, hasn't even shed all his baby fat. Though for the record the kid went *insane* on him and he only insulted Wentz's mom like twice.

As for Gerard he's trying, but he's sure that Frank is in a ditch somewhere fighting for his life. He tells this to Mikey, who's a lot heavier than he looks, but Mikey just rolls his eyes and threatens to call Bob to sit on him. Alicia is already coming to lecture him on how Frank Needs to Pay and Gerard doesn't want to bring more people into this so he agrees not to call. And tries to figure out how long he can spend in the bathroom before Mikey gets suspicious.

Frank doesn't mention the midget bodyguard, because he's like 4, hasn't even shed all his baby fat. Though for the record the kid went *insane* on him and he only insulted Wentz's mom like twice.

As for Gerard he's trying, but he's sure that Frank is in a ditch somewhere fighting for his life. He tells this to Mikey, who's a lot heavier than he looks, but Mikey just rolls his eyes and threatens to call Bob to sit on him. Alicia is already coming to lecture him on how Frank Needs to Pay and Gerard doesn't want to bring more people into this so he agrees not to call. And tries to figure out how long he can spend in the bathroom before Mikey gets suspicious.

a few days later Frank shows up on Mikey's doorstep. Gerard may have squeaked in a very manly way. Alicia glares and Mikey becomes fascinated with the floor. Gerard suspects that Mikey is hiding a smile, but he'll be the last person to point that out.

Frank calls him fat ass a few times, less than usual, and bitches about Gerard not getting more smokes. Gerard knows that this is Frank's way of apologizing. and he knows Frank knows that he knows. That's why, when he refuses to go back with Frank, he gets a shocked look. But he's got PRINCIPLES to uphold, even if he did almost lose himself in his Frankless mania. Its all very serious.

Frank cannot believe this. Just, what the fuck?

But Gerard just stands firm and gives him this, this understanding look and starts talking. He says all this stuff, like how he loves Frank(loves? What the hell?) and how he knows Frank loves him, but that they're poisoning each other and he doesn't want them to be like that anymore. So, they have to change. Gerard needs some space to "find himself"

"-And you need to find some space to figure out how to be less of a dick," Mikey adds, holding Frank back with a hand on his forehead.

It takes a while, and for Bob to make a threat, but finally, finally he leaves. A few days later he's talking about it in a bar with his ex-girlfriend, Jamia, because he can't find anyone else.

"You know, I feel for you, Frankie," she tells him. "I really do. But did it ever occur to you that he might be right?"

and honestly, if Frank thinks about it. Fuck *no* he isn't right. Gerard doesn't need to find himself. Frank can tell him exactly where his fatass *should* be. Riding his dick. He tells Jamia that last part, and she rolls her eyes and sighs at him.

"So you want him back, right." she asks. and Frank didn't say all of that. It sounds like they're in a *relationship* or some gay shit like that. But yeah, he does think that Gerard should be with him. Really.
"Who else will put up with his geeky ass? And if I like said geeky ass then hey, everyone's happy." Frank tells her.

"Maybe you should tell him that," Jamia suggests then some weird chick with fucked up eyebrows and a skirt short enough that Frank could see the garters holding up her stripped stocking waves at them and Jamia walks away.
"Nice." Frank says to his drink and wonders if Jamia would let him get in on the action. Then again if Gerard found out it'd just lead to more whining about *feelings* and shit like that and Frank would rather get blown then whined at.
He isn't sure how he ends up throwing rocks at Mikey's apartment's window a couple of hours later. He just knows that there was a lot of alcohol involved.

It takes two or three tries before Gerard sticks his head out the window, not just because he starts at the wrong building.

"What the fuck?" Gerard rubs his eyes and blinks down at him. "Frank?"

"Who fucking else?" Frank asks, spreading his arms because it looks cool and not because he needs help balancing. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

The sweetheart thing is totally sarcastic. Seriously.

"What are you-" Gerard finally clues in, eyes narrowing. "You're drunk."

 

"Maybe a little." Frank's just at that stage when everything's peachy keen. Everything, He motions up to the window.

"Come on down."

"Ah." Gerard looks over his shoulder. "I don't know if I should. I think Mrs. Johnson might've called the police."

"Pleeeease?" Frank asks. "Oh, do you want me to serenade you? Like in that movie. Say Anything. Thats an awesome movie. You know I had a song about him in my band. You remember Pencey Prep, don't you Gee?"

Gerard gives him a strange look before sighing. "Fine. You asshole. Give me a second."

Gerard comes downstairs dressed in his skeleton pyjamas and a scarf that winds itself around his neck about a hundred times and somehow still has the length to get trapped in the closing door.

"Ow!" He falls back against it and Frank starts laughing. He laughs even harder when Gerard tries to free himself but, whether addled by lack of sleep or the fact that he's an incurable ditz, he can't manage it.

Frank gasps around his laughter, finally drawing in enough air to walk over and help Gerard pull his scarf free.

"You're such a dork," he tells Gee, and bats at his nose.

Gerard blinks. "Did you-Are you flirting with me?"

Frank snorts. "No. Fatass." He adds for good measure. He pushes Gerard's hair, greasier than usual, out of his face and smiles, smugly.

"You totally miss me." Gerard says slowly and Frank shrugs. He's probably not as drunk as he should be for this, but he's tired of people looking at him pityingly. And maybe he misses the fatass. but just a LITTLE.

"Whatever," Frank says and Gerard just grins and bounces a little.

"You totally did!" He crows. "You missed me! Frank!"

He cuts himself off and presses his lips against Frank's, giggling through his nose.

Okay, Frank drops the plan to say, "Missed you tight ass, more like" and figures macking is good enough for now. Besides, Gerard's brushed his teeth at some point in the last few hours and he tastes good.

"Totally," Gerard pulls himself away enough to mumble. "Totally missed me."

"Jesus," Frank growls and pulls Gerard back to him. "Alright, you fucking homo, I missed you. Now-"

He's about to pull Gerard into a nearby ally when he hears the sirens. He tries to make a break for it, but honestly he is a little bit to the left of sober and it isn't long until he's been cuffed and the cop is whispering, "This is what you get for messing with my girlfriend, you asshole! This!"

"Oh my god!" He looks at Gerard, who's open mouthed in shock, something that would normally have him making some sort of porn star crack, but right now he's trying to keep his mouth shut while the cop(unnecessarily) tightens the cuffs a little more, grinning like a banshee while she does.

An hour later he's still in cuffs and Gerard is staring at him his eyes wide. Mikey is there too, giving Frank an amused look.

"Why did he have to come?" Frank asks for the fifth time.
Gerard shrugged."I was hoping some of that polisci stuff Pete was always spouting rubbed off on him. Maybe he can convince him that you technically do anything. Not worth arrest anyway. Did you?" Gerard gives him a suspicious look.

"Not...that I can remember," He says slowly, because honestly what little pleasant buzz he had left was mostly gone now, but most of the night was a little fuzzy around the edges. He tried to pick the cop's girl out of the dozens he had groped tonight, unsucessfully.

Gerard sighed. "Only you. Do you orchestrate these things to make sure you never slip out of character?"

He walks out on Frank's response and Mikey just shakes his head and sighs. "If I get them to let you out, will you promise to be less of a fucking asshole?"

"See now, there you go again, saying I'm an asshole," Frank leans back against the bench. "At least I'm not a fake."

He's not pouting, no matter what anyone says. Mikey sighs and crouches beside Frank.

"You know what they're trying to get him to do now?" He asks, not waiting for a reply. "They're telling him he needs to file a report, offering him coffee. They're calling this a "domestic dispute". That's one word down from "domestic violence"."

Frank's eyes widen and he stands up.
"What the *fuck*?" He yells, and doesn't sit down when one of the officers has stood. "Fuck that! What kind of pussy do you think I am? I'll fuck up everybody in this goddamned jail! I'd never fucking hit him! He's a *nerd* for god's sake. He talks about the fucking Justice League when I'm blowing him? He's my fucking boyfriend" Frank tries to cut himself off but its out there now.

Gerard looks at him, his eyes wider than Frank's ever seen them. The little mark under his eye, the one Frank like's to bite gently when he's drunk enough to be affectionate is the only color on his pale face. His hands are shaking and he's clutching a pen.
Frank's eyes narrow. "So thats all it takes to convince you, huh? Some shitty coffee and some people saying I might hit you? You oughta know thats bullshit."

"I have to sign these things so there aren't any charges being pressed," He says, looking at paper. "If you stop yelling at me, we can fix this and just all go back to bed."

He signs something with a flourish and the cop at the desk takes it and nods to the bastard who's trying to move in on Frank. Frank's so pissed he's shaking, but he lets them take them off the cuffs and ignores the desk cop's glare. Gerard hands back the coffee cup and gets up, lets Mikey escort him out.

Frank leaves after they do, finally remembering what happened between him and that cop. She's little and blonde and he made out with this little, dark, wild eyed skank at a party while she was looking on, looking like she couldn't decide who to kill.

"Maybe if you kept her happier she wouldn't have to go looking for some dick," he offers, smirking.

"Get out of here, boyfriend," the cop says, smiling poisonously.

Gerard's out on the front steps, smoking and tapping his fingers on the cold steps. Frank accidentally deliberately almost steps on them.

"Give me a light," he mutters. Gerard just twists his head and lets him light a smoke off his.

"You're a real piece of work, Frankie," he says, getting up.

"Yeah?" Frank so does not need this. "At least I don't go running to my brother every time I have a fight."

Gerard opens his mouth, then closes it, confused.

"You don't have a brother."

"I don't need one!" Frank snarls. "I fight my own fucking battles, you pussy."

He turns around, starts walking. It's almost dawn and he needs to get some sleep before he collapses on a park bench again. He pretends not to notice Gerard following him.

"You're right."

He stops.

"What?"

"You're right." Gerard repeats. "I shouldn't have gone to Mikey. I shouldn't have gone asking for rescuing."

He looks away, into a park with a swing set and no swings.

"But," Frank can hear the catch in his voice and he steps back, not wanting to get caught in this. "I shouldn't need rescuing from you.

"If I'm your boyfriend, you out to treat me with respect, Frank. Otherwise, what the fuck are you doing with me?"

Gerard looks up. He isn't crying. He just looks sad, terribly, terribly sad, in a dry eyed kind of way.

"And maybe I wouldn't have gone to Mikey in the first place if you had just listened to me when I asked for some respect the first time."

Frank stares at him, because honestly, what can he say to that? He wasn't used to people admitting he was right. And he wasn't used to wanting to stop sad looks. He was hoping the ache in his chest was some kind of alcohol induced heart attack.
"I never said you had to stay." He says finally and regrets it as soon as the words hit Gerard.

"No, I guess you didn't." Gerard says and turns in the opposite direction, looking over his shoulder he adds. "and this isn't me asking Mikey to protect me, Frank Iero."

Frank watches him go, even makes it a block in the direction of his own apartment before cursing and running in the opposite direction.

This was bullshit, honestly, he was a fucking *smoker*.

He stopped at the bottom of the steps that lead to Mikey's apartment, wheezing. "Fucking *huff* Nerdy ass *wheeze* drama queen" He mutters to himself, cold air piercing his lungs and coming out in gray clouds. Fucking winter.

Someone taps him on the shoulder.
He turns ready to fight whoever it is. "What the fuck do you wa-."

Jamia punches him squarely in the nose. "You *asshole*" She spits down at him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Frank gets up, feeling his face. Sure enough, there's blood all over the place.

That's just wrong, all over the fucking place. It's not like he and Jamia don't fight, but it's not like this, it isn't about anger, it's about the build of beer and lust in their bellies, needing a way out.

"You dumbfuck!" She's actually angry. "You go and get yourself arrested? Over a guy? What are you, fucked in the head?"

"I didn't get arrested," he mutters, trying to figure out if his nose was broken. "Jesus."

"So what the fuck do YOU call being hauled down to the fucking police department in cuffs? Is there fucking liquor and money in his ass? What the fuck Frank?"

He doesn't know what to do with this. Because it sounds a lot like Jamia is jealous. He doesn't know how to respond to jealousy that isnt his own.

"Jams...I messed up. I fucked up big time." He glances up the steps at the closed door.

Jamia looks surprised for a second then living. She punches him again, in the arm this time. "You fucking *dick* what the fuck did you do to him?"

 

He really, really doesn't want to admit this to her. She's been his best friend since before they started fucking and even after, when she said, "You know, I've been thinking I want to fuck other people."


It hadn't really been so much a break up as a gradual fade away, into them fucking other people and talking about over a few beers and a lot of smokes.

He tries to think fast. She taps her feet.

"I went to see him." He tries to think of how to explain it.

"Um, I sort of- Went to the wrong window." He remembers the old lady's face when she tuck her head out of the blinds. "There was a lot of confusion."

Jamia doesnt look impressed so he speeds along. "There...may have been some suggestion that I would hit him and....you know I'd never do that right?"

It kind've hurts when Jamia doesn't look as sure as he is.

"Anyway, he got me out and...started talking shit about respecting him or what the fuck ever and I told him he didn't have to stay. So...he left."

Jamia throws another punch, and he's proud that he caught it. The knee to his crotch still hurts though.

"Are you on DRUGS?" She screeches. And Frank vaguely wonders how long it will be before the Ways hear them.

 

"Jam-"

"Are you high? No, seriously, are you high?" She snarls. "That would explain so much about this whole fucking mess."

"Jamia-"

"Here I am, thinking, at least someone can stand the bastard, waiting for you to go back to filthy, cigarette laden bliss and you go and pull something like this?"

"It wasn't exactly my fault, you know."

She just stares at him for a moment, then says, "You went to his apartment drunk and stood under the wrong window. HOW IS THIS NOT YOUR FAULT?"

Well, when she puts it that way. He's starting to regret sobering up.

 

"I thought it was the right window...I came to apologize!"

Jamia smacked his shoulder. "YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM. Frank, you do realize that Gerard is the best thing that'll ever happen to you? The best thing that can stand you for more than five minutes. Without punching you in the face."

Frank made a frustrated noise. "He wouldn't hit me. He's a pussy. I didnt break up with him because WE WERE NEVER DATING!"

"Yes you were!" A voice above him yells and something hard hits him in the head.

"Alicia," Mikey says his voice almost disapproving. Frank looks up the stairs, she's glaring daggers at him and hanging out of the door, her other shoe dangling from her fingers.

 

"You lived with him for months!" The other shoe goes flying and Frank ducks.

"You stole his smokes all the time! You bought him beer! You made him BREAKFAST IN BED!"

"Seriously?" Jamia gives Frank a contemptuous look. "Breakfast in bed?"

"It was a poptart and a cup of coffee," he muttered. Gerard had woken up, all sleepy smiles and grabby hands and "gimme."

Frank had held it above his head and teased him.

"What do you give me for them?"

"Come on, Frankie!" Gerard pouts, pink lips and big eyes. "Just give 'em to me, please?"

Frank's feeling generous, so he lets his cigarette hang out(fuck Jamia, it's totally badass), and grins.

"You suck me for 'em?"

"What?" Gerard doesn't really seem shocked. Just sleepy and caffeine deprived.

"You suck my dick, you get the coffee," Frank explains. "Come on, bitch."

Gerard stares at him, then shrugs and leans in, grabbing his hips.

Later on, Frank watches Gerard wipe his mouth and reach for the coffee.

"I can't believe you did that," he says, watching Gerard's throat while he swallows.

"What?" Gerard asks, coming up for air. "Oh, that."

He shrugs.

"It's coffee, Frank."

Frank snorts, and steals one of Gee's smokes. "Fucking geek."

"They were good poptarts."

Everyone looks at the alley. Gerard stands there, holding the shoes,

"Alicia, is this yours?"

 

"Um, yeah." Alicia only looks a bit ashamed. "you can just...give 'em to me when you get finished. She backs up into the apartment, glaring at Frank until Mikey closes the doors.

"Hey Jamia," Gerard says and gives her a tired smile.

"A poptart, Gee?" She asks. Frank is pretty sure she's close to giggling at him. "Please don't ever go to prison. You wouldn't last a week, if thats the kind of trading you're doing."

Gerard shrugs and repeats, "it was a good poptart. And coffee. Hey, Jamia, could we, well, you dont have to leave, but do you promise not to hit him anymore?"

Jamia turns and glares at Frank. "If I can't keep that promise do I have to leave?"

Gerard laughs and nods.

"Fine." Jamia pushes Frank into the railing of the stairs, out of her way, and goes into the Way apartment.

"Why are you hanging out in front of my brother's apartment?" Gerard looks more curious than anything.

"Erm, I was in the area. Thought I'd stop by." Frank shrugs and pats his pockets for a cigarette.

Gerard walks closer and hands him one. "Ok, thats the bullshit answer why are you really here."

Frank looks around, lights the cigarette, then kicks at the loose rocks at their feet. Anything to not look at Gerard. "You're not my boyfriend." He finally says.

"Yes, you made that abundantly clear." Gerard says drily and moves around Frank to get to the steps. "if thats all you came for, you can, y'know, leave." He's on the first step when Frank grabs his wrist.

"Gee."

"What?" Gerard is messing with his sunglasses, the black ones that take up half his face, the ones Frank loves to make fun of.

"You're, Jamia said-"

"That I'm the only person that'll stand you for more than five minutes? Yeah. Great boost of confidence. God Frank, how lame are you that the best you can get is a fat, ugly nerd?"

The worst part is, there's no humour, no self-deprecation. Gerard believes this and it scares the shit out of Frank.

 

"I think you're pretty!" Frank covers his mouth after he says it, the way he used to when someone cared about the shit that came out of it.

Gerard stops and looks back at him.

"I don't believe you."

"Well, it's true!" Frank snaps. He can remember the first time he met Gerard, thinking "Fat ass, but I like the lips." Then Gerard had looked at him, really looked at him, and smiled and Frank had just thought, "Pretty."

It hasn't really changed. Gerard's pretty and Frank likes fucking him. Likes talking to him, likes doing shit with him. Gerard's the one person he's never kicked out of bed, mostly because the first time he opened his mouth to try, Gee had started a long, involved discussion about African and Asian vampire mythology versus Western.

He likes Gerard's face, likes his ass just fine, even if it is fat(under duress, he'll admit it isn't.). He likes Gerard in bed and out of it. He likes Gerard over coffee and the occasional basket of fries.

"Holy shit." He stares at Gerard. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me we were in a relationship?"

Gerard's lips twitch as he tries to suppress a smile.

"Well, Frankie," he says, voice higher than usual, laughter lurking in the wings. "Generally, that's the kind of thing you should figure out for yourself."

 

"Um," Frank looks down at his shoes, tries not to grin to wide. "so, we could go home now and...talk."

"Nah," Gerard says and Frank's stomach drops to his knees.

"N-no?"

"Nah. I was thinking we'd stop by the store, we don't have any more poptarts, then maybe go out. I saw this awesome archway at one of the buildings by the park that I wanna incorporate into something. Then we can go out or something. Oh, maybe Ray will have some new stuff in at the store. I've been looking for this one comic..."

Frank shakes his head and nudges Gerard so he'll start walking in the right direction while he's talking.

 

And then they lived happily after ever/ And then they had sex. Choose your own ending

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