Bite Me ➳ Frerard

Chapter 15

"Yeah...I don't want to do this..." Frank said, stopping in the doorway.

"Do what?" Gerard asked, picking up his cell phone, which was laying on the mahogany dresser. "I'm not doing anything...your doing it." Gerard dialed a number and handed the phone to Frank. "Who haven't been home in like, what? A week? Your mom is probably freaking out."

Frank raised an eyebrow at Gerard and put the phone to his ear. "Mom..."

"Frank?! Oh my god, where are you? Where have you been? Why -"

Gerard took the phone from Frank's hands and put the phone to his own ear. "Yes...hello Linda?"

-

Frank walked down the stairs and saw Pete and Mikey talking on the couch, ignoring the fact that Pete had gotten up and hid behind the couch for 'safety' and the pang of jealousy that was clouding up his chest, he just simply walked past all of them and into the kitchen where all the blood bags lay in the bottom of the fridge underneath two boxes of pop-he wasn't even sure there was anything in it, just to use to hide the plastic bags filled with red liquid from anyone who gets into the fridge.

Frank opened the fridge and pulled out a bag and ripped it open with his teeth.

"What are you - EW!" Pete squealed. He looked at the thing that Frank was drinking and covered his mouth.

"Fuck!" Frank groaned as the blood slipped from his hands and fell to the floor; blood splattered everywhere. It would stain, he was sure of it. "Really? Thanks Pete." There was a sarcastic tone to his voice as he bent down, pissed for the 15th time today and picked the thing up and threw it away.

"That's gross!" Pete screamed.

"Well your...boyfriend does it too." Frank stopped for a minute and looked away from Pete. "I don't see you complaining about that."

Pete shrugged and sat down in a barstool. "Can I have orange juice?"

Frank sighed, turned around to Pete and rolled his eyes. "Since you asked to nicely."

Get your lazy ass up and do it yourself.

"What the hell happened in here?" Mikey asked, walking in with wide eyes at the mess that was the kitchen.

"Ask your boyfriend." Frank once again faltered and set the cup of orange juice in front of Pete. "And I'm not cleaning that up."

"Frank-- whoa, what happened in here?" Gerard asked, also eyeing the room.

"I don't know. It was like this when I came in - Gerard? Can I go outside? When can I to back to school?" Frank begged, clinging onto Gerard's arm.

"Okay! I think that enough touching -" Mikey went to pull Frank's arms off from Gerard's.

"Why can't they touch? Aren't they dating?"

Frank, Mikey and Gerard all stopped what they were doing and glared at Pete.

"Shut the fuck up, you have no idea what your talking about -- and Frank, I told your mom some type of stupid lie and surprisingly she believed it, so...I'll take you outside and teach you not to kill anyone...oh! And you need this." Gerard dug in his pocket and gave Frank and silver ring with some type of engraving. "I had a witch friend make it for me."

"This is really starting to look like a freaking vampire drama...and I'm the girl stuck between the fighting boys." Frank looked at the ring in awe, unaware of what he just said made Pete look up at him with a skeptical glare.

"The two fighting what?" Pete looked to Mikey. "Does this mean you have feelings for Frank?" He got up from the chair and walked over to the rest of them.

"What? No!" Frank yelled. He slipped the ring on. "I said two fighting boys, not brothers honestly, boys could be any two boys in the city of Belleville or even the state of New Jersey."

"I'm guessing one of them being Gerard?" Pete asked, eying the boy standing oddly close to Frank.

"Well of course, duh." Frank rolled his eyes. Getting this cockiness from who, no one knows.

"Whatever." Gerard smirked, rolling his eyes and walking (trying not to step in blood) over to the fridge "but you would definitely be the girl that we'd be fighting for."

And he sent one little glance up at Mikey who glared back and left the room, Pete trailing like a lost puppy behind him.

Did any of you see the reference? Hm...sorry for the long wait, I think I'm gonna post a chapter or two of a new schizophrenia!Gerard story (is that a thing?) it's cool (or at least in my mind, anyway) but maybe not, sometimes I get hooked on stories and don't update for a while, or just plain don't have inspiration.

Xo - Cloee