Not My Type (frerard)

a silly little chatfic i wrote on wattpad in 2017; in which gerard and frank work out their problems from the past while pete and mikey sit back in harmony. TWs for attempted suicide, mentions of child abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, self harm, and implied sexual content. the cover here is not my image; nor is it the original cover, for that would not fit the cover dimensions for movellas. this story contains crude humor that may not be suitable for all audiences. some photos may be missing from this story; in that case, i have tried my best to write around those parts or describe the photos to the best of my ability. for the best reading experience available, i suggest reading this story on wattpad instead. the themes written here do not reflect my own personal thoughts, opinions, and experiences. any similarities to real occurrences and real people (besides the people the characters are based off of, of course) are unintentional. all rights reserved.

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chat with .diluted. and milkfriend.

 

.diluted.: past tense?

 

milkfriend: yes.

 

.diluted.: but i mean nothing to you now

 

milkfriend: i wouldn't say that

 

.diluted.: you wouldn't go to my funeral

 

milkfriend: you won't be having one anytime soon, i'd hope

 

.diluted.: that's the nicest thing you've said to me since we broke up

 

milkfriend: doubted

 

milkfriend: and yes i would go to your funeral

 

milkfriend: i would cry if something happened to you

 

.diluted.: would you put a red rose on my coffin

 

milkfriend: that's an odd question. but i would if that's a request

 

milkfriend: but you're going to live a long life, Frank

 

milkfriend: and you're gonna enjoy it, you just have to get past whatever is blocking you from a bright future

 

milkfriend: you have potential, Frank

 

.diluted.: i'm nothing and my future holds nothing

 

.diluted.: i am not like you.

 

.diluted.: i'm not an artist, i'm not in college, i can't sing, i'm not headed somewhere

 

.diluted.: you have your future planned out, and that's a privilege

 

.diluted.: i have nothing.

 

.diluted.: im the kid who flunked every class and got his ass beat at home, i'm the kid who got picked on but it went unnoticed, i'm the kid with no talent, i'm the kid who trusted too much

 

.diluted.: and you were the one thing i could hold on to, you gave me hope, i saw a future with you

 

milkfriend: you don't need me Frank, you never did. you can find a future on your own, you're just not trying

 

.diluted.: im not trying????

 

 

.diluted.: i tried for years! i tried to be the optimist and i tried to have my future planned out, i tried to be like you

 

.diluted.: but let's be fucking realistic, i wasn't even supposed to make it this far

 

.diluted.: i can't even go to college, i dropped out of high school and i fucking ran

 

.diluted.: i ran so fucking far, i sat on the side of a road in the middle of fucking nowhere and i thought i was going to die that night

 

.diluted.: and i was fucking ready. i had nothing to do anymore

 

.diluted.: im done running, im a fucking adult and i will not be treated like a lost child anymore

 

.diluted.: and one final thing.

 

.diluted.: you can leave as many roses on my coffin and shed as many tears as you want but it won't bring me back.

 

message read at 5:20am.

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