"Mikey. You need to do something with Pete!" Gerard tried his best to yell, but was finding it difficult because he was also trying to keep Frank from killing Pete over jealousy of Mikey.
Mikey ran out of his room and stood at the top of the stairs. "What..?" He looked confused and then his attention turned towards Frank, who was struggling in Gerard's grip; eyes red and teeth out.
"Fucking let go...of me!" Frank yelled, he yanked out Gerard's grip and bit his hand.
"Fuck!" Gerard screeched, putting the bloodied finger to his mouth and grabbed ahold of Frank who had darted down the stairs again.
Frank hissed as Gerard yanked on the back of his shirt and dragged him up the rest of the stairs, not caring that Frank was pretty much being choked.
Gerard walked down the hall (still grasping the back of Frank's shirt like it was life support) and opened the door to an unused room, throwing Frank in there and locking to door from the outside.
"Mikey! Did you get Pete dealt with?" Gerard yelled, checking the security of the door and walking downstairs where Pete and Mikey were talking.
"So...what's wrong with Frank?" Pete asked, pulling his attention from Mikey to Gerard for some answers as to why his best friend almost killed him.
"Oh um..." Gerard trailed off, itching the back of his neck. "Uh...he's just going through some things right now?"
"What kind of things?" Pete pressed.
Gerard but his tongue in irritation and looked down to his brother who wasn't doing a thing about this.
"Just...things, okay? Now. I have to go call Frank's parents and make up a lie." Gerard went to turn around.
"What do you have to lie abo -"
"Shut up!" Gerard yelled, spinning back around to face Pete with a really pissed off glare, "unless you wanna lose that fucking tongue of yours, I suggest you stop asking questions."
Gerard breathed a sigh of relief and stormed up the stairs to see that Frank was now standing in front of the door, well, what was left of the door. There was still that look on Frank's face that was clear as day that he would kill anything that came within 50 feet of him.
Gerard stopped what he was doing and actually, completely forgot also as he was distracted by Frank. Something about this boy being angry was very turn on-worthy...something like that anyway.
Frank kicked a piece of dark, thick wood that had broken off the door and looked up to see Gerard staring at him with wide eyes.
He stormed over and pushed Gerard to the nearest wall. "You locked me in a fucking room!"
Gerard eyes widened and he tried cowering back further into the wall.
"Why would you do that? Do you forget that I'm stronger then you, old man?" Frank cocked his head to the side. "I'm dangerous...don't forget that -"
And Gerard did the worst thing he could've possible done in that moment. He kissed Frank on the lips.
Surprisingly, Frank let go of Gerard, his feet touching the ground again and tattooed arms found their way around the older ones neck. But he wasn't choking Gerard, no, he wouldn't do that.
Frank's lips smashed even further onto Gerard's as he grabbed ahold of the side of Gerard's jacket. "I'm still pissed you know?"
"Totally." Gerard breathed, nodding and kissed Frank's lips once more. He pulled away and grabbed Frank's arm, leading him into his room.
"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?"
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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