Gerard Way is a 26 year old alcoholic. He started drinking when he was caught cheating on his ex boyfriend Frank, with his ex drug dealer Bert.
You see Bert barged in Gerard and Frank's apartment, due to the fact that Gerard owed a shit load of money from all the drugs he promised he would pay back. Don't ask my why Bert was okay with giving him drugs with no payment, maybe he had a little crush or something. Bert asked Gerard where his money was, with a rage that it wouldn't be shocking if Bert's ears had smoke coming out of them. Gerard's thought of paying back, was to give him a blow job, which Bert didn't decline to.
At the point where Bert was close to climax, Frank entered the house from work. Frank entered the living room to the sight of his boyfriend on his knees giving a blowjob to some stranger. Well to Frank he was a stranger, but to Gerard he was like his life support, before he met Frank. Gerard turned around to see his boyfriend; his wide eyed and tear stained boyfriend.
Gerard wanted to explain, but he couldn't. There wasn't anything to be explained. He cheated, and that was that no way around it. Once he looked up after a brief moment of feeling regret in the pit of his stomach, Frank was gone.
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After three weeks without contact from Frank, this is where he found himself currently. At a bar, drunk and most likely without a clue where he lived. As Gerard was about to leave paying for his last drink, he found himself sat back down. He was going to make a scene, until he saw the last person he expected to see, Frank.
Gerard's POV ----
This is were I found myself more alert and aware of my surroundings.
"F-Frank?", I asked pretty unsure if I was imagining his presence or not.
"Hey, Gee... Long time no see", he chuckled sadly. "Ho-how have you been", I asked. "Oh, I'm fine thanks for asking", he said. "What are you doing here, Franki- I m-mean Frank", I asked with sadness in my voice, due to the knowledge that I can't call him that anymore."I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend", he said happily. "O-oh", I mumbled sadly. "Oh Gerard, you didn't actually think I would go back to you after what you did", he said and nervously laughed at the end. I nodded, being honest about it. "I-I th-thought you wo-would forgive me... eventually... I mean we were happy together...", I admitted sadly.
"We were..", he smiled apologetically when the catch of a ringtone interrupted us. He muttered an 'excuse me' before walking away to answer his call.
While he was gone I took the chance by asking for another beer, which the bartender filled to the rim knowingly what was going on.
Halfway through my drink, he came back. "Well my boyfriend isn't going to make it, as he has to stay in the hospital longer", he explained. "Oh", is all I get to say as I think to myself, how lucky of me. "So I might as well take you home, as I doubt you remember your way.. ", he chuckled. Eventually he gave me an unexpected hug, which I hugged back to. As we were about to go, I remembered my drink and chugged the rest down.
As we're making our way to my house, I begin to feel weird. I think of telling Frank, but shrug it off as he'll probably say it's due to the alcohol. I take a glance at him and see he's biting on his lip nervously, but before I can ask why we're at my place. He takes my keys and opens the door, closing it after I enter. "Come on Gerard, let's put you to bed", he says.
As we make our way up stairs and to the room, I feel myself get jerked back against the door by a pair of lips. I'm a little shocked, but don't hesitate to kiss back. He then leads me to the bed where I lay, and he starts grinding on my lap. I moan, but what takes me by surprise is the feeling of a needle attack my skin. I panic and try to move, but I can't. "Oh Gee, you really thought I could forgive you so easily", he snickers.
As I'm about to respond, I feel pain on my neck, making me cry in agony. I look to see Frank injecting something else into me. And he makes his way out the door and out the room. Before I can process anything, I feel extremely sleepy and find myself drifting off into sleep.
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"Hey, baby", Frank say to his boyfriend. As Jeff parks right in front of Gerard Way's apartment without a clue about anything of the 26 year old cheating alcoholic, nor how he's dying inside there without the ability to do anything. Frank gets in the car and buckles himself up. "Hey, you ready to go", Jeff asks as they planned to leave New Jersey and move all the way to California once Frank was done with what he had to take care of. "Yup, I'm finally ready", Frank grins looking through his window as they see Gerard's apartment get further and further away with every single minute passing.
Yet he finds himself sad, playing with the velvet box. The velvet box that meant they would have been together forever. The velvet box that he never got to give to Gerard, his childhood sweetheart. The day he lost his mind, due to his stupid boyfriend's drug addiction he couldn't overcome. The day his heart shattered to the sight of his lover cheating. The day he found out, there's no such thing as forever.
The End.
