I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 43)

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I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 43)

Mikey's P.O.V:
I couldn't stand Gerard's depression. It was starting to even affect me. He would sit on a single chair, that would face the window only for the entire day. Gerard wouldn't move from his place. Not even to shower, stretch, drink, or even eat. Frank would have to bring him food, but Gerard hardly ever touched it. Frank would try his hardest to make my brother happy, but Gerard didn't give him the time of day. I knew Frank was secretly craving attention from my brother. I knew he wanted to have a little “fling” with him. You could tell it in the way he looked at Gerard, how he talked to him, and his body language around him. Frank wanted him more than anything else.

Gerard's P.O.V:
My arms were hooked on Frank's neck. He looked into my hazel eyes, and kissed me on the cheek. “Come on Gee, lets go home.” Frank smiled. We walked to the bathroom door, when I placed my hands on his shoulder, and intensely kissed him. I slowly pulled away, still biting onto his upper lip. I ran my finger down his chest. Frank quivered to the feel of my touch. “What was that for?” He grinned. “For everything Frank, for everything.” He smiled at me, and pushed the door open.

Frank's P.O.V:
He finally kissed me. That was all I was craving for the last couple of weeks. To feel his plump lips against mine, the touch of his cold fingers against my sweaty skin, the pure happiness whenever he looked at me. I had missed it so much, and tonight, my the old Gerard finally came back.
“Are you sure you're okay?” I skeptically asked. “Yes. I am completely over Josie.” Gerard satisfyingly said. I sure hope he wasn't lying. I mean, less than an hour ago, Gerard tried to commit suicide when he found out Josie's baby wasn't his. “Gerard.” I looked deep into his eyes, and set my hand on his shoulder. “Don't try to cover up your emotions. Are you SURE you're okay? You took a pretty brutal beating.” I honestly said. “Yes Frank. I'm fine! Trust me!” Trust me. Bullshit. Whenever someone says “trust me” they're hiding something. Take it from me. Last time Gerard said “trust me” he was hiding that he had gotten Josie “pregnant.” “I don't believe you.” I told him. “Frank!” He laughed. “I'm okay! Trust me.” His mouth smiled, but his eyes were telling a different story. “I'm keeping my eye on you.” I warned.
We went home, and Gerard automatically went up to his room. “I'm gonna change.” He yelled from upstairs. “Mhm.” I responded. I walked into the kitchen, and found a note taped to the counter top.
Frank,
I went home. I'll be back soon. Hope you found G.
Oh, and Josie called, she wanted to talk to you.
-Mikey
I stared at the note for what seemed like hours. “What??” I finally said to myself. I slammed the note on the counter, and rushed into the living room. I snatched my phone from my back pocket and dialed Josie's damn number. I was prepared to give her hell. For everything she did to Gerard AND me, she deserved every fucking word I was about to scream at her.