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Catch Me If You Can...

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 (here!)

A/N: This is a rollercoaster y'all be prepared. So many fucking words in this omfgggggg. I hope you like. There's a whole lotta mess. There's smut but more plot. This is for my intellectual sluts out there. Use of y/n once. Characters aren't perfect people they are realistic humans they make mistakes! I put my whole pussy in this I hope you guys love it. Tysm to @und3adgrrrl for the ideas used in this fic! And shoutout to @sh3epishwolves for their suggestion. Enjoy my people!

Summary: You didn't want exist after seeing Frank like that. You never wanted to see him again. You were stuck in a depressive episode until your friends force you out of your bed and into some cute clothes. Meanwhile, Frank just realizes what he lost.

W/C: 8.3k (damn bitch stfu!)

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You couldn't get out of bed. You didn't want to. After the party you cried yourself to sleep and threw your phone across the room. You didn't want to talk to anyone and you didn't want anyone to talk to you.

You stayed in bed the whole day. Your phone was ringing. You didn't answer it. You didn't care who it was. You just wanted to shed your skin. Leave your body. Only leaving a voice and soul you weren't even sure you still wanted.

It was about 1 PM when you had to get out of bed to pee. That was when you finally looked at yourself. Hair frizzy, mascara under your eyes, lips chapped. You looked like death. You just head towards the toilet not wanting to think about anything else.

You decide to move a little. Drink some water and smoke a cig while sitting on your windowsill. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt and underwear. You sat with your knees to your chest. You looked out your window trying to focus on anything other than your life. Just then your door knocked. You sighed and stayed on the windowsill not moving. It was probably a package or something. Not very important. Then there was excessive pounding at the door followed by a familiar voice.

"OPEN THE DOOR BITCH. YOU BETTER BE DEAD IF YOU'RE IGNORING ALL MY TEXTS AND CALLS!"

It was Liz.

"Jesus Christ..." You mutter to yourself as you get up to answer the door. You open it and find your entire fucking band there aka your closest friends. Liz, Luna, and Amari. Liz was your lesbian drummer, probably your closest friend, and your go to person to vent to about Frank. Luna and Amari were your guitarists. Luna the rhythm and Amari the bass. They've been having this on and off thing. You didn't know where they stood anymore. To be honest you've been a worse friend lately. Not catching up or hanging out as much unless it's something for the band. Seeing them all there made you realize how consumed you were in Frank.

"You look like shit!" Liz yelled before barging inside followed by Amari and Luna. Luna laughed at you.

"Seriously you look like death." Luna continued to giggle. It was so funny. Usually you were put together and gorgeous but right now you're a hot fucking mess. They sit on the couch facing you. Amari speaks with more sympathy.

"What's wrong my love?"

You take the biggest inhale of your cigarette before putting it out.

"It's Frank isn't it?" Liz says annoyed.

"ITALIAN SAUSAGE?" Luna and Amari say in unison.

"I didn't know he still existed. Wasn't it supposed to be a one time thing?" Amari says slightly confused. You really only told Liz about Frank. You feel kinda bad for leaving Amari and Luna out of the loop.

You groan and flop yourself onto the couch next to them.

"It was not a one time thing. We've been seeing each other...like a lot. Like texting and calling every day..."

Luna gasps, "You gave him your NUMBER? That's like your most sacred thing. You never give guys your number."

Amari smacks Luna on the head, "Well, she obviously liked him!"

You groan again and just wanted to die right there on your couch.

"What did he do because you look like you're about to jump out of that window. It better be something big if you abandoned us at the party we didn't even want to go to. I was so worried about you. You didn't answer any of my calls or texts!" Liz was scolding you like a mother.

"I GET IT!" You yell looking at all three of them. "I suck, i'm a bad friend, and i'm obsessed with this guy. I know everything I did wrong; you don't have to remind me." You say defensively. You look at all their faces and sigh. You calm down a little bit, "I'm sorry for making you guys worry. I just- I saw Frank making out with someone else at the party and I felt sick seeing that I mean I thought we had something going on it felt different from when I was with other guys and you guys know I hate men but...I really liked him." You spit it all out before bursting into tears. Your friends rush to hug you.

"It's okay sweetie. Don't feel bad. We all know what it's like to be infatuated." Amari said rubbing your back.

"Yeah you're an annoying little piece of shit but you're my annoying little piece of shit. I hate that he made you feel that way." Liz says comforting you in her own weird way.

"You're so fucking cool you don't need him." Luna adds.

You wipe your tears and nod. "Thank you guys but I can't breathe." They push themselves off you. You sigh and mope on the couch.

"You are too beautiful to sit here on the couch. You are gonna get cute. Kick ass at our show tonight. And fuck some cute guy at the party." Luna said adamantly.

"We have a show tonight?" You say dazed.

"Holy shit..." Liz groaned.

"Come on let's get you ready." Amari said as she was getting up from the couch.

You knew there was no way getting out of this.

...

You guys got to the party you were playing at. Your friends managed to fix your hair and do your makeup so you looked decent enough. Your band had an image and you were the focal point. If you looked off it would just turn people away from the band. If you didn't have your signature skimpy black outfits and smudged eyeliner were you really the lead singer or just some random wannabe?

Amari patted your back, "You got this" before heading to the stage. The host of the party did the kind gesture of setting up the stage for you guys. Liz sat at her drum set as Amari and Luna plugged in their guitars. The crowd was hype. You were the only one not on stage yet. You breathed trying to get into the mindset to perform. Trying to become the sex symbol of the Jersey scene. Trying to become the girl that lured Frank in. One final breath and you walk on stage making the crowd go crazy.

You just introduced your band and dove right into a song. You didn't want to interact with the crowd too much. You just wanted to get the set over with and start drinking. However, you didn't want your distain to be so obvious. A few minutes in and you were feeling the music more. The band was a good distraction from Frank. Although you could never escape him in the scene, when you were on stage it was just you and your band. You didn't have to worry about anything else than the pure spirit of rock. The only thing you had to think about were these songs you made with your friends at the worst and best time of your lives.

You were singing and dancing slightly to the beat. Nothing more than an unconscious sway of the hips to the music. You look out into the crowd and see Gerard near the front. He was smiling in awe. He was...cute. In the way a drooling pug was cute. His chubby, rosy cheeks reminded you of a cherub. His soft black hair looked appealing to feel. His smile enticed you. You knew he had a crush on you ever since you barely interacted with him at that party. He was about to cream his pants when you just touched his shoulder. You looked at him in the crowd clearly infatuated by your half-assed show. It felt good to know you still had it. There was a big scream coming up in the song and you knew exactly what to do.

You got the general area where Gerard was standing. Near the front slightly to the left. As the song was building up you headbanged to the rhythm. Then you crawled on your knees to the side of the stage he was closest to. You sit up on your knees and scream into the mic. Your scream and Luna's guitar solo was both harmonious and chaotic. Right in front of Gerard's face. You get back up on your feet and glance at him. He looks like he creamed his pants. God it felt good.

Your set quickly finished after a few more songs. You left the stage in a better mood than when you went on. Liz gave you a big sweaty hug as you were heading to the porch for a smoke break. "You did so good! You okay?" You nodded and pulled out a joint from your pocket. "Wanna join me?". She happily obliges and follows you to the porch. The two of you share a blunt to destress from the show. You talk about the show and what to do after the party. Liz was not gonna let you rot away.

"You can sleepover at my place if you want." She said softly before taking a hit of the blunt.

You chuckle, "Do I really have a choice?"

She laughs, "Of course you have a choice! I won't be mad if you bring a guy to your place or go out to a bar or something. Just as long as you don't lay in your bed and cry about Italian Sausage."

You sigh, "Do you guys think that's the only thing I want to do. I mean you and Luna both told me to fuck another guy to forget about the current guy I'm fucking. But what if I don't want to keep going in this constant loop of moving on from one guy to the next. I don't know...I think i'm outgrowing this hookup crap. It kinda felt nice when I only had to worry about Frank and not feeling the need to put my walls up."

Liz nods, "Well sweetie that was the only thing you did for a while. So we automatically assumed you wanted to keep doing it. But if you want to settle down, not worry about men or not worry about a lot of men at the same time we don't have an issue with it. Just do what makes you feel best, yeah?"

You nod and finish the blunt. As you exhale you turn to view the sliding glass door. You wanted to people watch for second but found someone watching you already. Gerard was in a corner close to the window staring at you. He looked away as you guys made eye contact, turning into a blushing mess. You couldn't help but giggle causing Liz to smile.

"See I wouldn't mind you sleeping with him. He's nice."

You roll your eyes, "He's Frank's friend that's kinda fucked up..."

Liz scoffs, "Don't try to protect his feelings. He didn't protect yours. Just have fun...I'm off. Tell me what you end up doing...or who!" She says before leaving the porch giggling.

You laugh, "Fuck off"! Now stranded on the porch. You look back at the spot Gerard was. He was still there and was still staring you. He looks away when you catch him staring like that'll erase his creepy behavior. You catch him as he glances back and you wave at him. It looks like he stopped breathing for a second. He waves back awkwardly. You laugh under your breath and gesture at him to come join you. He is briefly stunned before he slowly slides the glass door open and joins you on the porch.

"You got a staring problem?", you say with a smile.

He does this cackle giggle thing and clutches his beer as he stands next to you.

"Uh yeah shit sorry yeah..."

"Hm" is all you can say you slowly nod. This was getting awkward quick.

"Your show was amazing. That scream, dude, that shit was fucking crazy." He said excitedly in his slurring Jersey accent.

You smile, finally receiving a compliment, "Thank you! I was kinda tired but I went all out on that part".

He's happy that you're smiling. "I love your band. I don't wanna sound like a total fanboy but you guys are so fucking cool."

"Thank you! It's nice to know someone likes us. You in the scene?" You say trying to learn him.

"I love the Jersey scene. Uh i'm actually starting my own band we just finished recording some demos." He says like it's the coolest thing in the world (nerd).

"Oh cool..." This conversation was honestly getting kinda of boring. You look out into the local scenery trying to entertain yourself.

Gerard is getting nervous. He doesn't want to lose your attention.

"You are so beautiful...uh shit i'm not good at this. Can I get you a beer?"

You give him a smile causing him to sigh in relief. "I'd love a beer, Gerard."

"C'mon" he says as he guides you into the party. His hand hovering near your waist. You can feel his hand shaking. It was kinda cute. He really wasn't your type. He was nerdy, nice, and respectful. He wasn't a complete asshole like Frank.

You guys sit down on the couch with your beers. You analyze his face and his body language. He was nervous. It was a relief to not be with an overly cocky guy. You liked he was vulnerable with you. He blushes at your eye contact.

"You know I'm fucking Frank, right" you say bluntly.

He takes a large sip of his beer and nods. "Yeah yeah I know. Are you guys exclusive or something?"

You laugh at the absurdity of his question. He laughs too.

"Stupid question sorry..."

"So...why are you flirting with me if I'm fucking your friend?" You say with a raise of your eyebrow.

He gulps and chugs his beer. You weren't gonna beat around the bush and he liked that. "Well, uh...I like you. I was actually into your band before you and Frank were even a thing."

A thing? Did Frank tell his friends you were a thing??? You just had to learn more.

"Wait...did Frank call us a thing? I mean what did he say about me exactly." You say trying not to sound too desperate.

Gerard looks a bit uncomfortable at the question. "Uh just that you guys were hooking up and your band was really good."

You find yourself disappointed with that answer, but you didn't want to show it. "Hm, okay. Sorry go back to what you were originally saying." You sip your beer.

Gerard sighs with his flustered cheeks and long sideburns. "I like you. I've been a fan of your band for a while. God, I don't want to sound like a total creep, but I've been to so many of your shows, and I think you're so beautiful and I really want to kiss you. Fuck I've been drinking too much." He sets down his beer and hides his face in his hands.

You giggle and finish your beer. He was so cute. It was really nice hearing those compliments. It made you realize how much of an asshole Frank was. I mean to totally ditch you after sleeping with you, kissing you, and calling you nonstop. He was an asshole and you didn't deserve it. Maybe you will give the nice guy a chance. You nudge his shoulder. He looks up at you with those hazel eyes.

"Hey...you're cute, nice, and into me. Can we get out of here?"

He gives you a toothy smile and nods. "Hell yeah" he exclaims before grabbing your hand and getting you guys out of here. You smile at the bold move.

...

Next thing you know you were making out with Gerard on your couch. You knew this was so wrong. Making out with Frank's friend, hurting them both in the process. But it felt so good you didn't care. You can feel Gerard's boner against your thigh. God he was so easy. He kisses you with a lot of tongue and teeth. Weird but you were into it. You play with his black, greasy hair while your tongues dance. You pull away to breathe. He stares at you with both hunger and awe.

"I can't believe I'm with you right now..." He says in a rapsy voice

You giggle, "Why?".

"Because you're too hot for me." He says before diving into your neck. Giving it soft kisses.

You smile and pull him out of there. "Gerard?"

"Hm?" he says looking up at you.

"Are you sure it's okay with you that I'm sleeping with Frank too?"

He takes a deep breath. "Of course I'm fine with it. You were seeing Frank before I had the balls to talk to you. You're a grown woman I can't control what you do. I know you like the casual thing."

There it was. The label "casual" that everyone put on you. I mean they were right, but it seems like you're outgrowing that label. But not for tonight. Tonight you just wanted casual and simple so you can focus on the bigger things like you and your band.

"Is this gonna make things awkward between you and Frank?"

He shakes his head. "No, he's with a different girl every week. He won't mind trust me. I'm kinda surprised he's been seeing you for so long."

You go silent. He notices your change in demeanor. "Shit i'm sorry are you guys not..." You shake your head no and try to blink away your tears but it's no use. You start crying under him. He doesn't know what to do. He gets off of you. You sob into your hands.

"This was a bad idea. I should go..."

"NO! NO! PLEASE!" you plead as you hold onto his arms. Your eyes are all red and puffy. Your nose is stuffy. You're begging him not to go. You cling onto him like a baby.

"Please don't go. We can still have sex. Just don't leave me please please please..."

He sighs and holds you in his arms. "I don't think we should have sex. You're not in the right state of mind."

You hide your face into his neck. "Can you just stay and hug me? Hug me all night long."

He rubs your back and nods. "Yeah, of course I can. Let's get you into something comfortable."

"Okay..." You mutter as he carries you into your bedroom.

...

Gerard helped you change out of your performance outfit and into some PJs. He cuddles you all night. He doesn't make you feel pressured to talk. He just gives you the space to talk if you want to. He makes the silence comfortable enough to sit in. It was a nice change. Gerard didn't make you feel like you had to sleep with him. He made you feel comfortable around him. He made it feel like he wanted to be with you just to be with you and nothing else.

You wake up with your head laying on his chest. He was still sleeping. You smile at his resting state. You got up to brush your teeth and fix yourself up a bit. When you got back to the bedroom Gerard was awake with his messy black hair and soft hazel eyes.

"Good morning. You feeling better?" he asks softly.

You nod and crawl onto the bed. You lay in his arms and give him a kiss.

"Thank you for staying with me all night."

"No problem, pretty girl". He holds you in his arms. Your heart starts to beat out of your chest. This too intimate too fast. This wasn't you. You were just gonna use him for a quick fuck to get over Frank not as a therapy session. You had to get out of this mess before it went too far. You quickly sat up.

"Gerard you know this didn't mean anything right?"

He looks a bit shocked before he answers. "Yeah yeah I know."

"Okay good...I was at a really weak point last night I'm sorry you had to see that."

He shakes his head. "It was fine. Consider it the start of our friendship." he says with a smile.

You reply with a weak smile.

"What's wrong?" he says concerned.

"I just feel kinda evil. Like I want to stop hooking up with guys as a form of self-validation but I also really want to fuck you."

He gulps and instantly blushes. He chuckles "If you want to fuck me that's fine. I'm not against it. I'm for it. Like I'm dying to sleep with you." He cringes like he regrets what he just said.

You laugh, "Well don't catch any feelings, friend."

He nods, "I promise" he says before leaning in for a kiss.

You kiss him back before pulling him down on top of you. He's already hard.

"Excited much?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely" he says with a grin.

You laugh before kissing him again and again and again. He moans into your mouth. You move your lips to his neck causing him to moan louder. You liked that he wasn't scared to make noise. Your fingers run through his hair while his hands go under your shirt. He quickly finds your breasts and plays with your nipples. Your back arches at his touch. Seeking his warmth.

"Excited much?" he mocks you.

"Fuck off!"

You make out with him while he fondles your breasts. You tug at his shirt telling him take it off. He pulls away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. You do the same. All he can do is stare at you and your bare chest. He's practically salivating. His mouth latches onto your nipple. Immediately sucking and licking at it. You moan at the sensation and pet his hair.

"It feels so good..."

He kisses and sucks on your chest leaving some hickeys.

"I wanna make you feel good." he whispers like a promise to himself. You're already wet. This was so wrong but it felt so right.

You start to take off his pants for him. He pulls away from your chest and focuses on your panties. He's left in just his boxers. He takes them off before pulling your underwear down your legs. He rests his head in between your thighs. He kisses in the area between your pussy lips and thigh. So close to your core. Without warning he latches onto your clit. The noises in your room are disgustingly wet followed by your moans. You clench your thighs on either side of his face. You do it mostly to ground yourself. It was barely a minute in and you were shaking.

"Gerard...I need you inside me..." you say weakly.

He gives your clit one final kiss before getting up and kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. It felt so good to have someone want you this bad. He backs up just a little bit to look at you.

"Do you have a condom?" (SAFE SEX IS GREAT SEX FOLKS!!!)

You nod and reach for the drawer in your nightstand. You give him one and let him do his thing. Once he puts it on he gives you a soft look.

"Ready?" it kinda made your heart melt at how much he cared. You nod and he gets into position. He slowly inches himself deeper and deeper inside of you until he bottoms out. He lets out a guttural moan.

"Fuck you're so tight..."

You moan at his praise and hold him close. It was too intimate but you didn't care right now. You were too high off the sex.

He starts off with some slow, deep strokes. You both moan from the pleasure. He hides his face in your neck while he whimpers.

"Fuck, you're so tight...I'm not gonna last long."

You chuckle, "Weak".

He starts to go faster at a relentless pace. You latch onto him with your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. He moans into your neck louder this time. You moan as well over the creamy wet sounds. The headboard slams against the wall at his pace.

"Fuck..." you moan. Your eyes start to roll back at his deepness.

"Please tell you're close c'mon..." he begs. His long, pale fingers find your clit and start to rub at a quick pace. You let out a loud moan at the sensation. The double stimulation was far too much. You scratch his back as you're holding for dear life. Leaving marks that'll be there for a while.

"Oh, Gerard fuck!" you squeak out.

Before you know it, you're squirting all over his thick cock as he pushes as deep as he can to cum inside you (more like inside of the condom). He lets out a bitchy moan at his and your orgasm. Your bodies stay tangled in your messy sheets.

You just lay there for a moment. Still high off the endorphins. And realize there is more to life than Frank.

...

Night of THE party, a bit before you showed up (Before you hooked up with Gerard)

Frank was already high as shit. But he was constantly high as shit. This wasn't anything new to him. He was grabbing a beer from the fridge when Gerard pulled him over.

"So uh when is your girl coming over?" Gerard asked slightly anxious.

Frank chuckled and rolled his eyes, "She's not my girl but uh I have no clue when she's showing up. She said she was bringing her band so maybe they're running late".

Gerard nodded seemingly eager to see you. Frank chalked it up to him being a huge fan. He patted Gerard's back.

"See ya later, dude."

Gerard blushed at the touch and cleared his throat.

"Okay...Dude."

...

Frank was lounging around on the couch still no sight of you. But all thoughts of you left his mind when he saw her walk by. Jaiden, his ex, walked by in some of the tightest clothes he's ever seen. God, was she always this hot when they were together? Him and Jaiden went way back. Near the end of high school all the way to when he dropped out of college. They always were on and off. Toxic, abusive, straight up bad for each other. She was a crazy bitch but he sure loved the way she fucked him. God just thinking about it got him hot. Fuck it...he had to talk to her.

He chugged the last of his beer and searched the party for her. He found her eventually. All alone on the patio smoking a cigarette. She looked so pretty with her short black hair and grey smoke surrounding her face. He opened the door and made eye contact with her as he stepped on the patio floor. He gave her a shy smile.

"Hi pretty girl..."

She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. She took a deep inhale of her cigarette before speaking.

"Oh Frank...what are you doing here?"

He stood next to her, "Gerard's a close friend of mine...what are you doing here?"

She shrug her shoulders, "I heard there was a party and wanted some free alcohol."

He smirked, "You wanted to see me?"

She rolled her eyes once more, "Don't flatter yourself Frank."

He chuckled, "I missed you."

"No you didn't. You missed fucking me."

He smiled at her bitchy response, "Do you miss fucking me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe..."

She finished her cigarette and finally looked into Frank's dangerous, hungry eyes. His eyes locked onto her lips. There was no going back now. It seemed like there was a magnetic pull between them. His lips automatically attached to hers like muscle memory. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his clung on her waist. It was hot. Their tongues swirled together like old times. They couldn't pull apart if they tried. There was nothing in this world that could disconnect the magnetic pull of their lips. If the world was exploding they wouldn't know, too focused on the pleasure they bring each other. Jaiden pushes Frank off her.

"Get me out of here." she whispered hungrily.

He nodded eagerly and dragged her back into the party. They made a run for the exit and hop into his car. Gerard watches the whole scene from the kitchen.

"Idiot..." he muttered.

...

Their limbs tangled in the familiar warmth of her sheets. Her skin against his. Her lips on him. Her eyes staring into his. It felt so good. The way they already knew what made each other tick is what made it so hard to stop this endless cycle. As she got on top of him and rode him like she did in his beat up Honda back in 12th grade, his eyes rolled back. His head fell heavy onto her pillow leaving the rest of the night a blur.

He woke up to the sunlight stabbing his eyes through the blinds. His hair messy, eyes groggy, he got up from the bed and put his clothes back on. He left before Jaiden woke up. Without saying a goodbye because he knew this wouldn't be the last time he was gonna see her.

...

He spent the rest of his day doing what he usually does. Nothing. Well not really nothing. He would get high like always. Maybe play around with his guitar. If he was feeling productive he wrote a song. Right now he was doom scrolling on his computer. Going through different blogs of his favorite bands in the Jersey scene. He eventually stumbled upon your band's website. The header picture had you in the middle since you were the lead singer. God you were so pretty. He hasn't seen your face in so long he missed it (it's been a few days mind you).

"Damn I never saw her at the party..." he muttered to himself.

He realized he never saw you yesterday and wondered if you even showed up. He was about to text you to see what you were up to but he didn't want to seem like a complete bitch. He opted to continue stalking your website and search for more pretty pictures of you. Eventually jerking off to them later.

...

After a show with his band, Frank ends up at another party. He spots Gerard but he's not by himself like usual. No, he's talking to someone and it's not Ray or Mikey. It was you. The look in your eyes he knew it. The smirk on Gerard's face. What the fuck? Frank was...angry? No. Sad? No. He was jealous. Seething actually. You pulled Gerard away from the crowd. He knew that sinister look on your face. Oh, how he missed it. He quietly followed you two to confirm his suspicions. He watched silently as he saw you and Gerard make out in a secluded corner. Fuck this he thought to himself and got the fuck out of there. He lit a cigarette with trembling hands as he put his car into drive. He had to inhale the tobacco to ignore the burning feeling in his heart. What the fuck was this? He didn't know why he was so mad. It's not like you guys were a couple. Hell, even he was seeing other people but it really fucking hurt seeing you kiss and look at Gerard like you kissed and looked at him. He had to pull over to catch his breath. He punched his steering wheel and slammed his head against the wheel repeatedly.

"FUCKKKKK!"

He yelled in the privacy of his car. He knew was fucked. He liked you. He really liked you. He couldn't deny it anymore. He couldn't hide it with sex, weed, or beer. The gig was up. He liked you and that scared him more than anything. Because what if you didn't feel the same? What if you laughed in his face? WORSE! What if you ended up with Gerard and not him? FUCK! He couldn't let that happen. Why? Why out of all people were you fucking with Gerard? Gerard couldn't give you what Frank could give you. But he couldn't be mad at you. Hell, he couldn't even be mad at Gerard. He should've made you his girlfriend when he got the chance. Fuck is that why you haven't talked to him? Have you been too busy with Gerard? Did Gerard tell you about Jaiden causing you to push him away? All these questions invaded his head with no time to think rationally.

"FUCKKKKK!"

He screamed again before driving off. His heart and mind going 500 miles per hour.

...

Frank probably drank all of the alcohol in his house not leaving his room for any reason. He was sad, hopeless, and drunk. He kept calling you throughout the night but you never answer causing him to leave desperate voicemails.

"Please answer...I just wanna talk to you. We haven't talked in so long what's wrong? Please just talk to me baby..."

He says all this with tears in his eyes as he nurses another beer. His texts are unanswered.

"Hi"

"C'mon answer me"

"Wtf is wrong with you why do you hate me so much?"

"We aren't a real couple."

"Are you mad about Jaiden?"

"How is fucking Gerard?"

"I'm not mad."

"I miss you"

"Why do you h8 me?"

"answer"

"ANSWER MY CALLZ!!!!!"

":((((((("

"U make meh sad :("

"why?hate?"

"I <3 U sm"

"respondtome"

"im cry in my bed"

"areyouduckinghimrightnow????!!?!??!??!?"

"duck"

"I meantfuck"

"isdickbiggerthanmine?"

"I mis U"

"I mis ur juicey pusy"

"whyhateme?"

"pleasseehehje"

"962!:80!;,benisixk"

He closes his eyes with his phone wrapped around his fingers still trying to text you. Desperate for your voice, response, reaction, fucking anything. This cycle loops for a couple days until he decides to man the fuck up. He gets sober for the first time in days and drives to your apartment not even sure if you're there. He brings a CD he burned for you with shitty apologetic love songs. He stands in front of your building eyeing your window. It's late at night. People are trying to sleep and the roads are silent. He can't just yell but he also can't barge into your apartment. He grabs a tiny pebble from the ground and throws it at your window.

At first you thought you were going crazy but after the 5th knock at your window you open the blinds and Frank standing on the sidewalk like an idiot. You rolled your eyes. You've been avoiding him since that party. But you would be lying if you said you didn't hear every single voicemail he left and read every single of his unanswered texts. He was standing there desperate for your attention. Absolutely relieved to see your face again even if you hated him. You reluctantly opened your window.

"What do you want?"

"You, Y/N, I really need to talk to you." he said in serious tone you never heard before.

You roll your eyes, "I don't need to hear anything you have to say."

"C'mon you don't have be so rude. Let's just have a mature conversation like adults."

You scoff, "Mature is the last thing you are Frank."

He sighs in irritation, "Please can we just talk?"

You didn't want to talk to him. Hell, you didn't even want to see him.

"Fuck you Frank!"

Your neighbor a floor down opens her window.

"Stop yelling people are trying to sleep!"

Another neighbor opens their window now on another floor.

"Yeah let the man in! Get it over with."

Another neighbor opens their window

"BE QUIET!"

They all slam their windows shut. You sigh and look at Frank. His sad puppy eyes are trying to penetrate your soul. You close the window and press the button to buzz him in.

He's at your door in seconds. You let him in and sit on the couch. You wait for him to lead the conversation. He stands in front of you.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" he says honestly.

"Frank I'm not gonna answer your drunk calls and texts. It's not like you're gonna remember what I say to you. You've been on a fucking bender the past few day I'm not gonna enable that."

He sighs slightly embarrassed at his behavior, "But before that like we haven't talked. You never showed up to that party I invited you to."

You give him a death stare, "I was at that party dumbass. You were too busy eating that girl's face to notice."

His eyes widen at this new information. He feels embarrassed.

"Listen her and I hook up sometimes but it's not anything serious."

You roll your eyes "Oh shut up Frank!".

He starts to get angry, "Listen to me goddammit! We're not even in a relationship so I don't know why you're getting so mad at me!"

You get off the couch and face him. "I'm not mad about you fucking random girls Frank. I knew what you were when I met you. I'm pissed at you because you invited me to a party and proceed to abandon me for some new pussy. I mean seriously why say 'can't wait to see you' if you're gonna forget about my entire existence. And you know what? I have been ignoring you because you are such an asshole! I don't want to deal with someone who makes feel so miniscule. I know my worth. I didn't ask to be your girlfriend. I just wanted to be respected a little but clearly, you're not capable of that."

Your words hit him deep. He was an asshole. And you didn't deserve that. His eyes start to water and his voice cracks as he begins to speak.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I was an asshole and you don't deserve that. I just...I hate seeing you with Gerard. I fucking hate it because I want you."

You feel startled by his words and slightly shocked. "You're just jealous because you can't sleep with me anymore. Don't try to act like you feel anything more."

"I fucking do I really fucking do. I like you. I like you a lot and that scares me so much. I haven't had a girlfriend in so long. I haven't felt this way in so long. I don't know what to do."

He starts to sob into his hands. He looks up at you with his glossy eyes.

"Please, please just one date. Just let me prove how much I like you. Let me take it slow. Treat you like a real lady. Please just one chance."

He goes on his knees in front of you just pleading for a second chance. You sigh closing your eyes. You didn't know what to do. Your feelings for him were still strong but so was your hatred. You've never seen him this desperate. It almost made you feel...bad.

"One date is all you're getting out of me, Iero." you mutter.

He nearly jumps for joy. "Holy shit thank you. Can I give you a hug?"

"Absolutely not."

He nods accepting defeat, "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow. Get pretty."

He leaves your apartment with the biggest grin. When the door closes you finally take a breath. You almost couldn't believe what just happened. You decide to go to bed but something caught your attention. On the counter was a CD with Frank's handwriting that said, "I'm Sorry". You laugh at how stupid it was. You let the CD play the sappy, apologetic love songs as you get ready for bed.

...

"I'm going on a date with Frank" you dropped the bomb to your friends during brunch.

Gasps, groans, and other sounds of disgust filled the restaurant.

"EWWWWW!" Liz yelled.

"Why?" Luna said annoyed.

"Is everything okay?" Amari said concerned.

"Well, he came to my apartment last night and was crying and begging for another chance. For a date. He even said he liked me. I felt kinda bad." You admit.

"You shouldn't feel bad he's an idiot." Liz said bluntly.

"Well, he seems really sorry..." Amari said.

"Just make sure he doesn't hurt you again." Luna said eating her pancakes.

You scoff, "You guys have no faith in me. He's just gonna pay for my dinner and I'm gonna forget him forever."

Liz did not fall for your bullshit, "You are gonna fall in love."

"Italians are dangerous like that!" Luna exclaimed.

You shake your head and sip your mimosa. Lord give you strength to deal with these girls.

...

Frank pulled up to your apartment. He let himself in while you were still getting ready. Luckily you were dressed you just had to finish your makeup.

"Uh sorry for barging in. Brought you some flowers."

You looked at him. Frank had his hair slicked back not in his stupid fauxhawk he usually wore. He had a black button up and black slacks with a big bouquet of red roses contrasting against him. He had a shy smile on his face.

"Um thank you just put them in a vase I'm almost ready."

"Kay..." he muttered as he went into your kitchen searching for a vase.

You chuckled to yourself. This gentleman act was kinda cute.

...

Of course, Frank chose a quaint, Italian restaurant for your date. It was so cliche you wanted to throw up. The picnic tablecloth, the candle in the middle of the table, two glasses of red wine already served.

"Really, Iero?" you scoff in an endearing way.

He smiled like this was nothing, "What? I wanted a nice spot for us to talk."

"So that's what we're gonna do. Talk?" You say as you sit across from him.

He nods. "Yes, I want to talk to you. It wasn't right what I did. I shouldn't have invited you to party and hookup with another girl. I should've taken you seriously when I had the chance. The truth is I like you a lot and I hate seeing anyone else with you. I saw you and Gerard make out at a party, and it made me sick to my stomach. I hated it. It hurt so much. And that's probably how you felt when you saw me with Jaiden. The truth about her is that she's my ex and we hook up from time to time. Seeing her let me escape my complicated feelings for you. I was avoiding the truth that I wanted you and only you. I wanted you to be my girlfriend and I still want that. I know I fucked up but I swear I will never do that again. If I do you have every right to kill me. I think you and me are the same person. We both avoid connection and intimacy because it was too complicated. We got hurt in the past. We just wanted something simple. But my feelings for you aren't simple and I can't ignore it anymore. That's why I brought you out here tonight. To tell you everything I've been feeling. And I think I just did that..." He spills everything he's been feeling with no remorse.

You are simply shocked at his confession. "Wow Frank I..."

"It's a lot I know you don't have to respond now. You don't have to respond ever. If you wanna be done with me, you have the right. And if you want to go on another date with me, I would be honored."

You nod, 'I um...I'm sorry for sleeping with Gerard. I really just wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. It was immature."

"And I'm sorry for sleeping with Jaiden...Are you still seeing him?" He just has to ask. It's been killing him inside.

You shake your head, "I mean we've kissed a few times, but we only slept together once. It's mostly a friendship."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Okay...shit that was some heavy stuff and we haven't even gotten bread." He chuckles.

You laugh and sip your wine, "Yeah let's have a real date."

He nods, "Cheers to that!".

Your wine glasses clink together. You look at him and chuckle.

"You look like a Catholic boy, Iero."

"Oh, I don't think they're as cute as me" he said with a smirk.

You laugh at his stupidity. You missed this.

...

Frank takes you home. You sit in passenger seat not quite ready to leave. Frank looks at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I..." you sigh as your eyes start to water "I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a lot of things. I really want to hate you but this date was amazing. And I don't know I feel so stupid because I was so mad at you for kissing that girl even though I was the one who set the "we're casual" boundaries and...I don't know. I feel like all of this drama between us is my fault." you say in a pout.

Frank cradles your face.

"Hey hey hey. It's okay. It's not your fault don't think that sweetheart. I don't want you crying. You enjoyed the date right?" He speaks softly as he wipes your tears.

You nod at his question. He gives you a soft smile. He caresses your cheek.

"Good. Trust me when I say it's not your fault."

"Okay..."

"C'mere" he hugs you tightly. You melt into his arms and appreciate the comfort. It felt...right.

...

You and Frank kept going on dates. It was nice taking things slow. You didn't sleep with him. You made a vow. No matter how bad you wanted to you wouldn't sleep with him just yet. You wanted to appreciate the buildup. You didn't even kiss him until the third date and didn't make out with him until the fifth. Even the make out sessions didn't go too far. Just some dry humping and nothing more (you couldn't help yourself). The relationship you and Frank have developed was nice. You guys were developing a friendship rather than a full-on lustful connection. For the first time in months, you were happy.

You walk into your apartment after a show completely exhausted. Your living room was dimly lit with candles. You chuckle to yourself. What was this? Did Liz sneak into your apartment or something? Maybe Frank but he didn't have a key. You follow the candles as they lead to your bedroom. You gasp at the sight. Frank stands in front of your bed with a sign that says, "Can I Be Your Boyfriend?". It was covered in glitter and stickers. Even a large cherub sticker which made you giggle. It was so you. It was so cute. He had your favorite brand of cigarettes and chocolates on the bed. The best part was the shirt he was wearing. It said, "Dumbest Boy Ever" in the same patchwork Liz did for your "Biggest Whore Ever" shirt. The smile on your face was bigger than the Empire State Building.

"FRANK! OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?"

He giggles with that stupid smile on his face. "I'm asking you to be my girlfriend, silly."

You smile, "YES!"

He gentle tosses the sign to the side and hugs you. He spins you around like those cliche romance movies. He looks into your eyes and then at your soft lips. Your lips lock in a kiss. A kiss that sealed what you guys truly were. A real, official couple. He sets you down and giggle at him. You feel up his chest.

"Did Liz make this shirt for you?" you asked curiously.

He nodded, "Yup, Liz helped me with the shirt. Luna helped me sneak in here. And Amari helped decorate the sign with me."

You laugh in disbelief, "How did you get them to agree to that? No offense but they hate you."

He chuckled, "Trust me I know. They yelled at me for a good 30 minutes before letting me speak but after they heard my plan and my change of heart they agreed to help me. But if I break your heart they're all going to kill me."

You smile, "Damn right."

You give him a kiss, "Thank you, Frankie."

He raises his eyebrows, "Oh upgraded from Iero."

You laugh, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Will do, Sweetheart." He shuts up with a kiss.

...

You found yourself at Frank's house more than often. This particular Sunday you were enjoying dinner with his mom. She was more than happy when she found out Frank made it official with you. "Oh, sweetie I'm so glad to have you here. Anytime you need a home cooked meal CALL ME! I am so happy to call a beautiful girl like you my daughter in law. Uh how's the lasagna?". You chuckle, "Really good, Mom." She smiles at your nickname. "Uh Frankie how is it?". He sighs, "It's great as usual mom now sit please, we've all been served". "Oh alright!". She sits down and tries to eat but can't help to refill your wine glass or get Frank another piece of bread. You and Frank chuckle at her silliness. This is exactly what you've wanted for so long. You feel stupid for denying yourself such happiness. In this moment you realize you love Frank. You love the life that revolves around you two. And you couldn't be happier.

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FINISHED! Happiness oh yeah. I hope you guys loveeeee. I think this is gonna be the end of the series from me but if you guys leave specific requests about scenarios with these characters I would be glad to do so. Also like feel free to write your own versions. Tag me if you do! Sorry for the wait my loves. Kisses!

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