I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Fucked Everything Up

*Contains mentions of self inflicted pain*

{Frank's POV}

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Was I dreaming?

Had that really just happened?

I... I was kissing Gerard fucking Way!

No... This had to be a dream.

Never in a million years would he let me kiss him.

But... He had.

Had he?

Well he wasn't pulling away or slapping me.

He-He was kissing me back.

Did he like me?

Like me like I liked him?

He couldn't.

Who would like me?

It wasn't possible.

No one had ever liked me before.

This... This was a mistake.

I was kidding myself.

No one would ever like me.

It was just something that would never happen.

Whenever I liked someone, it never turned out that they would ever like me back.

It just wasn't possible.

I had to stop this.

I had made a mistake.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I pulled away, abruptly ending the kiss.

Gerard's eyes opened in shock.

"I..."

He waited to see what I had to say.

What was I going to say?

"I-I can't do this... I'm sorry, Gerard."

I scrambled to get off the bed which resulted in me almost falling off of it.

I shoved my clothes, that I had unpacked previously, into my backpack and threw it on my back.

I started up the stairs.

"Frank-"

I glanced behind my shoulder.

Gerard was still on the bed.

His eyes were wide and confused.

"Don't go..." He whispered.

I had to though.

I'd already fucked everything up.

"I'm sorry, Gerard." I repeated before running up into the hallway.

Fuck!

I had left Pansy downstairs.

I couldn't go back down though.

See ya later, Pansy.

I was about to open the front door when it swung open.

I froze.

Mikey and Ray ambled in.

"Hey, Frank," Mikey smiled.

I tried my best to return it.

He noticed my bag, "Where are you going?"

A puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"I..." I was still lost for words, "I've fucked everything up. I've got to go."