Gerard stared at Frank as he walked up on the stage with his guitar. Something that, although Gerard wouldn't admit anymore, was still quite nice.

"Um, before I start, I'd just like to say that this song is for... this song is for someone who has every right to hate me. Someone that I hurt. It's a shit excuse for an apology." Frank said quietly into the microphone, and Gerard would have blushed, he would have been flustered, expect he fucking wasn't.

Why?

Because little Gerard Way was so far gone that he could barley comprehend what the fuck Frank was even talking about. Even with the short boy intensely staring at him, he still doubted the song about be about him- nonetheless for him.

"No one here has much to say, we weren't listening anyway.
But I got a feeling things are about to get much worse, before they get worse.
I'm not too good at feeling good, at least not the way I thought I would.
And this ugly winter's been creeping into my fall, and I hit a wall where...

Nothing seems to matter and no one seems to bother anymore.
But I've been down this road once before, and I've stared down the barrel of my heart.
It broke completely when I shifted the blame, but I guess fools we don't change.

Don't listen to me, because I'll let you down.

Maybe a better man would bet on this losing hand, but I'd rather fold and walk away on my own legs while they can carry me.
Nothing seems to matter and no one seems to bother anymore.

But I've been down this road once before and I've stared down the barrel of my heart.
It stopped completely when they took you away, but I guess victims we don't change.

But don't take it from me, because I'll let you down

Is there something you wanna tell me?
Please don't hold back now.
I've been waiting so long for you to meet me.
Please don't turn back now.
I think about it all the time, I couldn't miss you any more than I do...

But I've been down this road once before and I've stared down the barrel of my heart.
You smiled so sweetly as you twisted your blade, but I guess villains don't change.
But don't listen to me, because I'll let you down again.

I'll let you down again, over again.
Yeah I'll let you down." He finished with a frown.

Some clapped whilst others just stare wide eyed. Gerard looked unbothered by the whole performance, unaffected by the fact that Frank looked hurt by his lack of reaction.

"Alright, thank you Frank, that's the end of class!" Mr Weekes sighed.

Everyone got up and left, Gerard being one of the last. He absently walked down the hallway, flinching when he felt someone grab his wrists forcefully.

"Gerard, can we talk?" Frank asked just above a whisper.

"Oh, the irony." Gerard halfheartedly snickered, turning back around to walk off.

"No, seriously. I need to tell you something-"

"Frank, do you even realise how much of a hypocrite you are? Just leave me alone." The red head ordered weakly, pulling his hand out of the boy's grasp.

Frank sighed before grabbing the back of Gerard's shirt and pulling him into the nearest unoccupied room, which happened to be the janitors closet.

He locked the door behind him and walked over to the other, "Look, we need to talk, and I guess I'll start..."

Gerard just gave him an unimpressed look and sighed in annoyance.

"What I did wasn't okay. I shouldn't have been such a dick and I shouldn't have tossed out friendship out because of our fight. I just... I'm sorry." The punk boy said earnestly.

"Huh," Gerard mumbled, "okay."

"Okay?" Frank asked in confusion, "What do you mean 'Okay'?"

"I mean, I fucking want to head to class so unlock the door." The red head said sternly.

Frank was quiet for a moment before he looked up with sad eyes, "What happened to you?"

Gerard didn't say anything as he bit his lip and felt his eyes water for the millionth time, "Just open the door, Frank."

"No, seriously. What's going on?"

"Open the fucking door-"

"Not until you tell me why you're being like this." Frank ordered, staring at Gerard expectantly.

"It's you!" Gerard screamed, feeling his throat burn at the action. He took a step back as he felt the tears drop slowly.

"What?" Frank asked quietly, taking a step closer.

"It's you." The boy whispered again, "I thought I was wrong about you, Frank. I thought I was wrong about thinking you were some pretentious asshole when we first met, because you ended up so nice to me. You gave me no reason to think you weren't a good person. And I remember staying up at night wondering, 'why the fuck would someone as cool as Frank, want to hang out with me?'" He asked with a dry laugh.

"And then one night, I stopped." Gerard said almost inaudibly, "I stopped questioning why you were friends with me and I just accepted it, and then you practically told me I'm the equivalent of horse shit, and broke my trust completely." Gerard took a deep breath before continuing, "Because you might not realise this, Frank Iero, but some of us care. Some of us need people, but I guess I wasn't what you cared about or needed." He stated coldly, pushing past a teary-eyed Frank to the door. He unlocked it and left the janitors closet.

Gerard marched to Art, feeling the need to slam his head against a wall continuously. He heard Frank calling him but he ignored it, it wasn't until he was being shoved up against a locker that he zoned back in.

"I care." He stated, he looked a if he was holding back tears.

"Okay." Gerard said monotonously, trying to push Frank off of him.

"You think just because we had a small falling out, I stopped caring?" The punk asked in a hurt tone.

"Well, you were the one who said you didn't, so what the fuck are you doing trying to convince me you care. Sort yourself out, asshole." Gerard snarled sarcastically, glaring at Frank.

"I don't fucking know what's going on with you, but it's not my fault." Frank stated.

"Of fucking course it's not, because nothing you do is your fault. Is it?"

"Stop it." Frank demanded.

"No- you think just because you wrote a song and apologised I'm just going to forgive you? I'm not some fucking coat you can hang in the closet and take out when you need it!" Gerard cried, "There's some things that just can't be fixed with a stupid apology." He whispered.

"But I didn't know you were going to react like this- I just thought... I was just angry. I didn't mean what I said, we are friends." The punk boy whispered as the small tears fell down his cheeks.

"No, we aren't. Because if we were, you wouldn't have completely fucked me over." The red head said simply.

"I want to be friends." Frank begged weakly, his eyes desperate and sad.

"And I want to be able to wake up one fucking morning without feeling like everyone hates me." Gerard said quietly, "But we can't get always what we want."

Gerard pushed Frank off and continued walking down the hall to the Art classroom. Leaving behind a crying Frank.

Oh the Irony.

- -

"Gee, honey, you need to eat." Ms Way said worriedly, looking over at her eldest son.

The seventeen year old looked up at his mother briefly before looking back down at his untouched plate of spaghetti. He made a noncommittal noise and shrugged her off.

"Gerard, I'm not kidding." The woman said again in a stern voice.

Mikey was sat to the right of the two, pretending not to listen as he swallowed another fork full of food.

"'M not hungry." The red head muttered, not bothering to look up this time.

His mother sighed, putting a hand on her hip. "You know what? Gerard, I am so sick of this- you need to get yourself together and forget about this Frank." She stated.

Gerard felt his throat tighten at the mention of the boy's name, but he still refused to say a word.

"That's it- Gerard, you're grounded." His mother sighed at her defiant son.

The pale boy's eyes shot up to face her's. "That is not fair."

"It is, now eat your food." Ms Way ordered as she walked off into the kitchen.

Mikey and Gerard sat in an uncomfortable silence, the red head still not touching his food.

"Gee, you've gotta eat something. It's been days." Mikey whispered, sitting next to his brother.

Gerard shook his head no, looking at his hands.

"This isn't okay- you can't not eat for days at a time! You'll die." The younger boy exclaimed quietly, looking at the boy with a concerned frown.

The red head looked up with a blank expression, biting back a smile.

"Let's hope so."

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