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Gerard was angry. He wasn't sure what he was angry at, and quite frankly, he didn't care. He wanted to scream at someone, to punch a wall, to smash plates, and get drunk all at the same time. He craved the burning sensation of liquor. All he felt like doing was drinking until he was numb and then getting into a heated fight with someone.
This was not the first time the black-haired boy felt this type of anger, and every time it came he always did something incredibly stupid that he had to elaborately apologize for the next morning. He knew his boyfriend, Frank, would be pissed at him tomorrow because we was relapsing, but he didn't care. He needed alcohol. He needed to scream at someone. He nee-
His thoughts were cut off by Frank appearing in the doorway. The shorter boy made his way over to Gerard, pecking his lips casually.
"Hey, babe," Frank greeted, "how was your day?" He didn't wait for an answer before he launched into an excited story which he told quite animately. Gerard wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was seething in anger and highly prepared to take it out on his innocent boyfriend.
"Could you shut up?" Gerard yelled, interrupting Frank mid-sentence. "God, you're so annoying! All you ever do is talk and talk and talk. Have you ever thought for a second that maybe I don't care?"
Frank appeared confused, scrambling frantically for something to say, "Well, I-I mean- we're not-like I don't. I don't know, Gee-I just-"
"You just what? You wanna talk me to death? Huh? Is that it? I don't care, Frank! All you do is irritate me! Why are we even together?" That's when Gerard knew he was in deep shit. He couldn't take that back. Of course he wanted to be with Frank. He never wanted his baby to be hurt or alone, and all he wanted to do is be with him. Unfortunately, Gee had no control over what he was saying. His anger controlled his words and he ended up saying shit he didn't mean.
"What? Gee, baby, I don't think you're thi-" Frank cut himself off, realizing what was happening. He had been with Gerard for a long time, and he had seen this side of him more than once. He knew what this was. This was Gerard's alcohol problem making a grand entrance again, even though Gerard wasn't drinking. This was the withdrawal talking, the anger, the pain, the deep-set loathing of himself. He was simply taking all of this out on Frank.
"Okay, sweetheart, I think you should go to bed. You'll feel better when you wake up, I promise," Frank assured. Gerard's face twisted in hatred as he screamed profanity at Frank.
"No, you're not the boss of me! You think you're so fucking cool! You think you're fucking all that and a bag of fucking chips, don't you? Well, guess what? I don't care anymore! I don't care about you and your shitty fucking problems!" Gerard screamed as Frank soothed him.
That hurt. That hurt like a bitch to hear. He knew Gee didn't mean it, but it still hurt. "Come on, baby. Let's get you to bed."
"No, I won't go! I won't go!"
Frank sighed, gently coaxing his boyfriend. Eventually, after much persuasion and bribing, he got Gerard to go to sleep. It wasn't so much that Frank told him to sleep and he obeyed as much as it was Gerard fought back so much that we wore himself out and wanted to sleep.
Frank let out a huff, knowing that dealing with Gerard's apologies tomorrow would be a bitch. He tried not to think about it too much as he lay down on the couch and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Frank was awoken by the smell of pancakes and the sound of quiet sobs. He sat up, taking a minute to get rid of the dizziness in his head from sitting up too fast, and got off the couch. Tracing the sound through the house, he found his sweetheart standing over a pan, making pancakes, and crying. He wrapped his arms around Gerard from behind, kissing his neck.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He cooed.
Gerard turned around quickly, pulling Frank into a tight hug. "Frankie, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so so so so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said last night. I'm sorry. I love you. I care about you more than anything. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you, I lo-". Frank cut him off by laughing. "Wha-why are you laughing?" Gerard asked.
"You're just adorable, that's all. I know you didn't mean what you said and I forgive you."
"Re-really? You don't hate me? Because I do. I really hate me for what I said to you. I promise I didn't mean it. I was just angry and-"
"Gee, of course I don't hate you. I couldn't hate you even if I tried, which I don't plan on ever doing. And don't ever hate yourself; you're too beautiful for that. I know you didn't mean it, and I know you're going through withdrawal. I love you. Believe me, I love you more than anything in the world."
Gerard sniffled, wiping away his tears. He attempted a weak smile before leaning down and giving Frank a long, passionate kiss. "I love you too, Frankie. So much. I'm sorry I got mad, I just needed to take it out on someone and you were there and it just set me off and-"
"Gee, you're rambling again. I forgive you, I told you that. Don't worry about it. Even if this happens again, it's okay. I don't mind. As long as you never leave me, it'll be okay. I know I set you off, but it's okay that you went off. I'll be your detonator."
Gerard smiled truly, kissing Frank again. "I'll never leave you, Frankie. I love you too much for that."