Addiction ( a frerard fanfiction )

Chapter 16

Frank didn't want to go home. He didn't want to face Mikey and have to tell him that Gerard was nowhere to be seen. He didn't want to disappoint him. For once in his life, someone was counting on him, someone needed him, and Frank didn't want to fuck everything up

He decided to swing by the forest before going home and to get a little nostalgic for his childhood for a moment. He let his bike at the entrance of the forest, he knew that no one was coming over here so no one would stole it. As he walked into the woods, Frank couldn't help but smile, everything was so familiar and it was bringing him back to a period were he was happy and careless. He remembered running in those woods, climbing trees and playing for hours with his more faithful friend : his imagination. Frank missed being a child. He had lost his imagination now. And it wasn't the only thing he had lost. His smile and joy too, among others. Frank suddenly remembered the old tree house that his uncle had made for him back in the days. Sometimes, Frank used to spend entire days in that tree house, he loved it, it was not very big, but there was windows and a little wooden table and everything, Frank get really nostalgic at the thought of it. So on a impulse, he decided to go there.

He walked enthusiastically towards his childhood shelter and got there in about five minutes. Nothing had change, except that it was a little bit bigger in his memories. Frank couldn't help but smile a little at this sight. He put his backpack back on his shoulders and begin to climb the little wooden ladder. As he entered the tree house, he got hit violently in the face by something hard, he swore in surprise, growled and quickly turn his head to his left to see what had hit him, he startled and screamed when he saw the last thing he was excepting to see :

Gerard fucking Way, sat in the corner of the tree house with a log of wood in his right hand

Frank opened his mouth, his eyes were opened wide and his heart was racing. "Fuck, G-Gerard y-you scared the shit out of me!" He managed to stumble

"Sorry" Gerard winced

Frank blinked. "Sorry? Really? That's all you have to say? Where were you since 6 days and why didn't you call Mikey and what the fuck are you doing in my tree house a-and oh my god did you really hit me with a a log?"

Gerard sighed and replied "I'll have to hit you again if you don't calm down."

"Gerard, you could have fucking killed me! " Frank was shocked. And also disappointed because he knew he would probably have no answer to his questions, but he was also really glad to have finally found Gerard. Mikey was going to be so relieved, Frank felt proud.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, it could have been some murderer or rapist, it was pure self-defense." he said, putting the log down.

"Mh.. You hit me hard, you idiot. It really hurts."

"Let me see" Gerard came closer to Frank and grabbed his chin, then he slowly turned his head, the arch of his eyebrow was bleeding and a bruise was starting to appear

Gerard felt bad, he didn't mean to hurt Frank, but he was kinda relieved, it could have been worst. "Shit, I'm sorry... you should probably go home and clean that up before you get an infection or some shit like that."

Frank was surprised by Gerard's reaction, he thought it was kind of cute, Gerard seemed concerned and worried. He ignored that part of his personality. It wasn't a serious injury though, but it was the right opportunity to take Gerard home.

"Well, you're coming with me then." Frank replied

Gerard laughed dryly and shook his head "No way. Why would I do that?"

Frank frowned, the answer was pretty much obvious to him, he had run away for a week now and his brother was worried as hell.
"Are you kidding me?"