Gerard's P.O.V

 "I hate you."

 "Come on Gerard, don't be like this."

 "I hate you."

 "We need to talk about it."

 "I hate you."  I huffed, turned away and marched into my room, slamming the door like a 5 year old.

 "Gerard, you're acting like a petulant child!" Mikey yelled, banging on my door. "Let me in!"

 "I HATE YOU!"
 
 "Dude, seriously it's been two days. You need to let it go."

 "Silence. I kill you." 

 "And you need to stop quoting Achmed. It's so annoying!"

5 minutes later

 "Fine. Be that way." Oh thank God, he's given up. I just can't talk to him at the moment. I'll cook for him, make sure I don't sit on his glasses (5 pairs later and finally I've learned - sitting on them is not good) but I will not talk to him, until he apologises for scaring off Frankie. He still thinks he was right. I say he was wrong. He says I'm an idiot, I say he's a bastard. Then we start the circle again. 

  You may think I'm an idiot too, still wanting Frank even after he made me do that. Maybe I am, but he's embedded himself in my head and he ain't leaving any time soon. 

1 hour later

  I've been sulking for the past hour, and now I'm really fucking bored. I can't go out there though because that means he's won. Why didn't I set my PS2 up in here? Why did I have to choose the living room?

*DING DONG*

Oh God, I can't be fucking asked. 

 "Mikey!"

 "What?"

 "Get the door!"

Mikey's P.O.V

  What did his last fucking servant die of? I opened the door slowly and did a double take. 

 "Didn't I throw you out, like, two days ago?" Frank just stared at me. "What are you doing, hanging around like a bad smell? I can tell you, he doesn't wanna see you."

 "Yes I do." I turned slowly.

 "Gerard...let me handle this." He stepped towards me, a malitious glint in his eye. I knew I was about to be humiliated. 

 "No, I hate you! Why are you always telling me what to do? I'm older. Now you are going to go over there, sit your skinny arse on the sofa, and be fucking quiet." I watched helplessly as they walked out of the apartment, slamming the door on me. 

Gerard's P.O.V

 "Why are you here? My brother could have beaten you up - again." 
 
 "I don't care."

 "Why don't you care?" 

 "Because I care about you more." I watched as he let his eyes drop, not wanting to see my reaction. Well, at least I kind of watched. I was a bit preoccupied with stopping myself from falling over as I'd gone weak at the knees. I swear, I'm falling in love with this guy, even though I don't trust him. That's fundamentally wrong, I thought love was built on trust. 

 "Walk with me." Frank stated simply.

 "My brother hurt you pretty bad didn't he?" Frank gave me a fleeting glance and shrugged. 

 "Let's not talk about it now. Just walk with me." 
 
 "No, what did he do to you? I would've asked at the time but I was in no state for conversation. I just wanted to see you were okay." 

 "Yeah, I'm okay. The concussion's gone and the swelling on the lip's gone down but the ribs are still painful." He shrugged.
 
 "Why what did he do to the ribs?" 

 "Oh nothing." He said, looking away furtively. 

 "Frank, let me see." I said sternly.
 
 "We're in the middle of the street." 

 "I don't care. Show me." I watched as he slowly lifted his shirt. God, I wonder if his skin still feels the same as it did that night. As this thought entered my head, it exited just as quickly as I gasped at the sight. Most of his abdoman was covered in vivid purply-black bruises. An ugly red line, dotted with stitches snaked across his ribcage, and ended where the bone stuck out at an angle that was just not natural. It was nt a pretty sight. 

 "I'll kill him." I said shortly and simply.

 "I deserved it for what I did to you." 

 "No one deserves that. I WILL kill him."

 "That's it, we're leaving." He uttered. "Now." He dragged me by the arm, obviously seeing that I was serious. 

 "Why aren't we taking your car?" 

 "Because, we've got a lot to talk about. Actually no. We don't have a lot to talk about. I'll talk, you listen." I looked at him suspiciously. It's strange but I'll go with it, so I nodded in response. 

  "I actually came back to your apartment to tell you I was ready and sorted my head out and what not. I kind of got bludgened by your brother though, so it sent the entire situation tits up. The fact you were unconcious didn't help either." I went to say something but was cut off by a hand clamping over my mouth. "No, I told you to listen. I'm not done yet."

  I looked at him, kind of scared despite his size. I relished the feel of his skin on mine. He was kind of commanding but it was sexy in a strange sort of way.

 "I know what you're thinking. 'He's meant to be at work, what's he doing here?' Well, it's kind of a funny story really. What happened was, I wuit my job after calling my boss a cunt twice. Though the second one may have been in my head. Okay, you can talk now." I stood speechless for a minute, trying to wrap my head around what he'd just said.

 "Gerard, you can talk now."

 "Okay, just give me a minute. I'm trying to think of something to say." I mean, what do you even say to that? Why is he dumping this on me now? Is he trying to make me feel bad for what he did to me?

 "Frank, why are you telling me this?" 

 "Look over the road and you'll see." Yeah 'cause that makes sense. All I see is houses, after all Walnut Street is a residential area. What the hell are we doing here?

 A/N 2: Hello, =] I hope you liked it! Now, if you haven't seen the video of Achmed on Youtube, you need to so here is the link; http://youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go
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