I am so horrible. I can't update for shit. So...let's see where this one takes us! *Secretly has no idea what to do*

Gerard Era: TBP- Teenagers

Frank Era: Revenge- Just...the video of Frank lifting weights XD

Enjoy~~

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"Fucking hell, Frank!" Gerard groaned.

"Gerard, come down. We're almost done," Frank said back.

"I can't take it anymore, babe. We have to stop," Gerard whined.

"Fine," Frank said, rolling his eyes. Gerard threw the 25 lb weight down and sighed, breathing heavily.

"Never doing whatever the fuck that was again," Gerard breathed.

"Working out?" Frank chuckled.

"Yeah. Fuck that," Gerard grinned. He wiped his face an neck off with his towel.

"What? You'd rather stay home and masturbate than come work out with your boyfriend?" Frank joked.

"Well yeah!" Gerard exclaimed, laughing and throwing his towel at Frank.

They laughed together and cleaned up the equipment. They played grab-ass the entire time, literally. Many glares from homophobes were given as they did, but the two had dealt with worse. On the drive home, Gerard pulled out his phone and went to his camera roll. Audio of Frank singing started playing and Frank shrieked.

"Gerard! Turn that shit off, now!" Frank yelled, trying to cover up his own voice.

"No! It's beautiful. So shut your mouth and listen to yourself," Gerard said, turning up the volume.

Frank yelled over the recording more, but to no avail. He suffered 4 long minutes until it finally ended.

"Now it wasn't that bad, was it?" Gerard asked, smiling.

Frank forced a smile that quickly faded as he stared ahead.

"You have a beautiful voice, Frankie," Gerard cooed.

Frank just stared at the road.

"Frank? What's up?" Gerard asked. "Why aren't you talking?"

Frank didn't answer.

"Are you upset that I played that? I didn't realize it bothered you so much..." Gerard said.

Frank struggled trying not to reply. He wanted to talk to Gerard, but having to listen to his voice really did upset him. He had always hated his voice. Do I really sound like that, he wondered.

"Frank, please say something," Gerard said, tears forming in his tears. "Frank, I won't do it again. I promise."

Frank shook, trying as hard as he could not to speak. It's not that he was completely mad a Gerard for not listening to his request, he hated his voice. He didn't want to have to hear himself talk. So he didn't talk.

They sat in silence the rest of the way home. Gerard turned away from Frank, looking out the window and crying. As they pulled into the driveway, Gerard wiped his tears and looked at Frank.

"Frankie," Gerard said, placing a hand on Frank's thigh, "Baby, I'm sorry."

Frank only nodded and got out of the car. He hurried into the house, trying to block out Gerard's cries.

They didn't talk all afternoon and night. Frank ended up sleeping on the couch. Gerard sobbed into his pillow and cried himself to sleep. He didn't understand what he did wrong. Frank cried silently, staring into darkness. He wouldn't talk for as long as he could, if he could help it.

The next morning, Frank woke up to the sound of Gerard retching in the bathroom. Frank sprang from the couch, flinging the blanket across the room. He ran to the bathroom, to see Gerard with his arms wrapped around the toilet. Frank crouched behind him and put a hand on his back. Gerard slapped his arm away and continued to dry heave.

"Fuck off," He said sadly, then threw up again.

Frank looked on with sad eyes. He would continue to stay silent, even if it hurt him.

"Why won't you fucking talk!?" Gerard screamed, tears flowing over his already tear stained cheeks.

Frank shook, sitting back on his heels. He opened his mouth, but his lip only trembled. Gerard started hyperventilating.

"Frank, please," He said in between shaky breaths.

Frank shook his head, his own tears threatening to spill.

Gerard threw up again, missing the toilet, the mess splatting in between them. He struggled to breathe, and finally Frank realized what was happening. He was having a panic attack, a bad one. And he caused it.

Frank couldn't speak. He tried hard, opening his mouth, but nothing came out. He crawled over, forgetting about the vomit on the floor, on Gee's clothes, and the smell on his breath. He cradled Gerard, and Gerard was too weak to push him away.

"Say....something...please," Gerard begged. It took him 15 seconds to get those 3 words out.

Gerard's face was beat red and his eye's started drooping shut. Frank's eyes widened. Gerard was about to pass out. Frank still couldn't figure out how to form words, so he just squeezed Gerard. He was full on sobbing now.

"Frankie..." Gerard said, loosely gripping Frank's shirt.

"Gerard!" Frank finally screamed. Gerard's breath hitched in his throat. Frank sobbed. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry. Please, just breathe."

Words flew from his mouth, as he finally talked. It took over and hour for Gerard's breathing to regulate. Frank cried the whole time, then kissed Gerard when he thought he was okay. Frank, though being very short, picked up his boyfriend and brought him to the bedroom. He changed him into jammies, and tucked him into bed.

"I love you, Gerard," Frank croaked out. He rubbed Gerard's cheek with his thumb.

"I love you too, Frank," Gerard said. He didn't smile, being too weak from the panic attack.

Gerard fell asleep less than a minute after that, snuggling up to Frank. Frank cried quietly. He can't believe he'd done that to Gee...his best friend, his boyfriend, his one and only love. Frank would treat him when he was all better. Which might be a few days, but he could wait. He'd do anything for Gerard.

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Wow! That was shitty! Literally he worst oneshot I've ever written. I apologize. I just wrote this...because me. I'm a sad fuck. I hope you own bleach, so you can bleach your eyes after having to read this trash. I might not even post this... Hmph.

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