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Gerard's POV

A week flew past. A week full of media mayhem, regarding the apparent deaths of Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner. Of course, Frank, Erica, Mikey and I knew otherwise. We all knew that Bob and Ray had been hiding out in their pool house for a week. So during this week, Frank, Erica and I took the opportunity to train up Mikey's powers to the point where he was able to always perform them when he needed to. The next time Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner struck, Hot Boy would be joining us in our crusade to kill them. Mikey was gonna be crucial. In order to kill them both, we would have to get close to them, so in order to avoid getting hurt, or getting killed we needed his shield. Erica could also perform the shield, but for some reason hers wasn't as powerful as Mikey's. I guess Frank throwing condoms with real cum in them affected Mikey more than it did Erica.

It was now Tuesday night and Frank and I had just gotten back from saving old ladies from a burning apartment block (Erica wished to only come and help us on occasions when Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner showed up). We sat down on the couch to watch TV. For some reason, Frank had been upset today and I was yet to find out why.

"Is everything ok? You're awfully quiet today. You look a little upset," I said to him.

"I'm fine," he said, staring at the TV.

"Are you sure? Because--"

"I said I'm fine," he snapped at me. I was taken aback by his snapping. But I moved to hug him nonetheless.

"No you're not Frankie," I said to him, squeezing him tight.

"Just fuck off and give me space. I don't need your pity," he told me.

"I'm not showing any pity towards you. I love you. I care about--"

"If you fucking loved me, you would've told the boss that you didn't want to look after the tattoo parlor while I'm in LA. You could've come with me. But no. You've fucking got me stranded on the whole other side of the country while there are two assholes wanting to kill us. What if they fucking kill you while I'm gone? What if I come home and I'm alone? You're so fucking stupid. I can't believe you just allowed the boss to walk all over you," Frank yelled at me. What the fuck? We'd gone through this. It was only gonna be a week and then we'd come back and have the best sex ever.

"What the fuck's going on out here?" Mikey asked walking into the living room to see what Frank was yelling about.

"Piss off Mikey," Frank snapped at my brother. That was not on.

"Hey, don't you fucking tell my brother what to do. It's his place more than it is your's," I yelled at him, not meaning that last sentence to slip out.

"Oh, so now you don't want me here? See Gerard, that's what I fucking can't stand about you. You are a push over. A fucking push over. First you let me walk all over you at work and start blowing up the fucking desks. Then you let the fucking boss tell you what to do. And you still let me walk all over you. And you are so indecisive sometimes that you needed me to move in to help you make decisions. And now you've changed your mind again and don't want me to live with you. Well you know fucking what? Maybe I'll move out. Maybe we rushed into things too soon. Maybe our relationship has run its course," he said.



"Shut up Frank. You have no idea what you're saying. You only ever think of yourself," I yelled back.

"Uh, I'm just gonna go back to my room now," Mikey said, walking out of the room.

"I do not only think of myself! I fucking care about you. I don't want to go to LA and if I have to go, I want you to come with me so that you don't have to go out there by yourself and fight those ass-wipes," Frank yelled back.

"I'll have Mikey and Erica. I don't need your help," I spat.

"Oh you don't need my help! Is that some sort of way of telling me that you don't need me anymore? That you don't love me? That you want us to break up? Because if it is, I'd prefer it that you tell me now. It'll save the heartbreak later on," Frank retorted, getting more and more worked up with each sentence.

"No. That's not what I am trying to tell you. I fucking love you Frank. I've done everything possible to show you that and --"

"Oh bullshit you do!" he exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes.

"You know what? I'm not talking about this. If you're gonna act like a child and not accept that I love you and would do anything for you, then I'm not gonna talk to you until you've grown up," I said, trying to stay calm, yet be authoritative at the same time. I then stood up and began to walk off toour my bedroom.

"Oh yeah, fuck off then. Be a fucking pussy and don't sort this shit out with me," Frank cried.

"Get some sleep Frank. I'm not in the mood to fight with someone who is clearly currently having trouble seeing sense," I called out, slamming my bedroom door.

I cried myself to sleep that night. According to Mikey, Frank was on the couch doing exactly the same.

 


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 542


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