#and they ran into BERT and then Mikey drove GERARD FRANK and BERT home and while Frank was making DINNER BERT used this opportunity to KISS

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watched the second episode of Frerard the true story

can I say something

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The Dumpster Fire of Hurt: 01 - Brother

TRIGGER WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of stabbing

I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around to find a tin foil ball on the floor, and Frank and his friends laughing at me.

I gave them a scowl and threw the tin foil ball back at them. Bullseye! It hit Frank right in the forehead. I chuckled to myself, turning back towards the lunch table.

“Nice one, Gee.” My brother, Mikey, says to me.

“Thanks.” I chuckled.

“Don’t you wish Frank would get off your back sometimes?” Lindsey asked.

“I mean, yeah, but, at the same time, no. It’s fun to mess with that little shit.” I laughed.

“I have to agree with Gerard on this one, Linds.” Bert said.

“But, he could be a nice person, you know? I just don’t understand why you guys mess with him all the time.” Lindsey sighed.

Bert and I started cracking up. We laughed so hard, we could barely breathe.

“I’m serious!” She said.

“Yeah, I kind of agree with Lindsey.” Mikey mumbled.

“We have a complicated past, okay? I have methods to my madness.” I explained. Mikey’s expression became more calm and Lindsey shrugged.

I knew Mikey trusted me, but Lindsey seemed more hesitant. I didn’t care anyways, it was my life.

The bell rang and we all rushed from lunch to our classes. Mikey and I headed to science, while Lindsey and Bert went to geometry.

Mikey and I sat at our usual spot, in the back of the first column of desks, which happened to be next to Frank and his friend James’ desks. 

Just our luck, the teacher assigned partners for a project. Thankfully, I wasn’t stuck with Frank. But, poor Mikey was. And I was stuck with James.

“Good luck, Mikey.” I said as we were going with our groups.

“You too.” He mumbled, going over to Frank’s desk.

I glanced over at Frank and Mikey starting their work as James sat down next to me. “Give me a second…” I said to James, getting up and walking over to Frank and Mikey.

I tapped Frank’s shoulder and he turned around.

“‘Sup, asshat?” Frank chuckled, looking up at me. I raised one eyebrow at him, then looked around me, to make sure no one was paying attention to me. I slowly leaned down to Frank’s face.

“Don’t you dare fucking hurt my little brother. Got it?” I said in a low hiss, pointing in his face.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t hurt the quiet one. At least he wouldn’t get in my face.” He scoffed.

“I would if I had to…” Mikey said under his breath. I don’t think Frank heard him.

“I’m serious, you fucking dickwad. Don’t lay a single finger on him.” I growled.

“Yeah, got it.” Frank rolled his eyes, scoffing.

I went back to my seat with James and we began discussing the project. It was uncomfortable the entire time. He was definitely a weird kid, but in sort of a cool way.

Once the day finally ended, Mikey and I met up in front of the school to walk home.

“Hey, uh, I’m actually gonna go to Frank’s house to work on the project.” Mikey told me, looking at me as if asking for approval.

“Uh… Okay.” I was hesitant, but I can’t really stop him. I already warned Frank.

I walked home by myself, but Frank lived in the same neighborhood so Mikey wasn’t too far anyways. 

I got home and immediately went to my room and listened to music. Usually Mikey would try to convince me to do my homework, or at least get me to help him with his. I just wasn’t in the mood.

I ended up falling asleep while listening to music. When I woke up, it was nearly 8pm. I went into the living room where my mom was watching tv.

“Hey, uh, mom?” I said, peering through the doorway.

“Yeah?” She replied, looking in my direction.

“Did Mikey get home yet?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Where did he go?” She asked, muting the tv.

“Down a few blocks to work on a school thing with someone… It’s getting kinda late, though. I’m gonna call him.” I said, walking out of the doorway and into the kitchen to grab my phone.

The dial kept ringing. And ringing. And then voicemail. That wasn’t like Mikey. He usually always picked up the phone before the third or fourth ring. I tried calling a second time, and it went to voicemail again.

I got tremendously worried. It was late at night, and our neighborhood wasn’t the safest at this point. 

“Mom, I need to borrow your car.” I said, standing in the doorway of the living room again.

“Okay. Keys are on the hook next to the door. Drive safe!” She responded.

Drive safe, my ass. I was looking for my baby brother. I drove as fast as I could to Frank’s house. I almost hit a few trash cans on the way, but Mikey was more important.

I practically pounded Frank’s front door down until he came to the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” Frank looked me up and down with a scowl on his face.

“What did you do to Mikey?” I said sharply.

“The hell you talking about?” He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“You fucking heard me, you little shit,” My voice grew louder as I got closer to his face. “Where the fuck is Mikey? What did you do to him?” I yelled. The whole neighborhood could probably hear me. I didn’t give a single shit.

“I didn’t do shit!” Frank yelled back. “Get the fuck outta my face before I punch you.” He threatened. “Mikey left here almost an hour ago.”

Panic settled in. Mikey could be anywhere. He could be dead for all I knew.

“Come on,” I grabbed Frank by his wrist and dragged him to my car.

“What’re you doing? This is kidnapping!” He said.

“Too bad. You’re helping me find Mikey.” I said, opening the passenger door and letting go of his wrist.

“Why do I have to help?” Frank complained, getting in the car anyways.

I came around to the driver’s seat and got in. “Because, you dipshit, you were the last one who had any contact with him and he won’t answer his cell.”

“Fine.” Frank sighed, putting his seatbelt on.

I started driving in the general area looking for anyone who looked like Mikey. 

“Are you even looking? Or are you just daydreaming like the little shit that you are?” I scoffed at Frank.

“I’m looking! I’m not that much of a dick.” He replied.

Yeah, okay.

After almost an hour of searching, I pulled off to the side of the road and rested my head on the steering wheel. I didn’t want Frank to see me cry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I was sobbing. My face became hot and tears practically poured out of my eyes. I kept my head on the steering wheel so I wouldn’t have to look at him.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I flinched.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll find him.” Frank muttered.

I didn’t think his voice could reach such a gentle place. It was almost comforting. It was nearly as if he wasn’t even himself.

I kept crying. I could barely catch my breath. He gently rubbed my shoulder with his hand. I never thought I’d be so vulnerable around him, someone who I had despised for years.

“He could be dead…” I cried.

“No, we don’t know that for sure…” Frank said sweetly. “Come on, we gotta keep looking.” He tried to encourage me.

I picked my head up and wiped my tears away. I started to drive back toward the house and I saw Mikey walking, only a block away from our house. I immediately pulled the car over and ran out. 

“Mikey!” I yelled, grabbing him in a hug. “You’re okay.” I whispered, holding him tight.

When I let go of him, he looked at me with pain in his eyes. 

“What happened to you?” I asked.

He was hesitant. “Some guys jumped me on the way home… Just a block away from Frank’s. I tried to take the shortcut.”

“Who were they?” I asked worriedly.

“I-I don’t know… But they took my wallet and my phone. They threatened to stab me if I didn’t,” He sighed, looking down at the ground. “So I gave them my stuff… And I ran as fast as I could until I could barely breathe.”

“Come on, let’s get you home.” I said, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and walking to the car. “Frank’s here too.” I said before we got in.

“‘Sup, Mikey,” Frank said. 

“Hi.” Mikey croaked out, climbing into the backseat.

“I’m gonna bring Mikey home first, since it’s only about a block away.” I told Frank, putting the car in drive. He nodded.

After dropping off Mikey, the entire ride to Frank’s was silent until I parked in his driveway.

“Well, uh,” I cleared my throat. “Thanks for helping me.”

“Yeah, um, no problem.” Frank nodded and just barely smiled.

We sat there for a moment, neither of us talking. All that could be heard was the chirp of crickets outside. 

He got out of the car and walked up to his front door, slowly, almost regretful. But he went inside anyway, carefully. I waited until the door closed, and then drove away.