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.


14. 14

Gerard's hands were shaking as the nurse with the soft tone led him down the halls, all tile surfaces and fluorescent lighting, and it reeked of cleaning supplies.


Gerard hated hospitals.


Hospitals were where he was sent when kids at school would beat him up, when he went manic and hurt himself, but what stuck out the most in his mind was that a hospital was where his grandmother died. And more than anything, he wished she was here with him.


Mikey wasn't able to go with him. Pete's car wouldn't start but he needed to get to a job interview, Mikey offered to give him a ride. Gerard almost chickened out of leaving the house entirely, but Mikey basically had to guilt trip him.


The nurse was nice, though. She had red and black, wavy hair, and pretty eyes. And those eyes glanced at Gerard a lot, even though he was pretty sure the gay was radiating off of him by this point in his life. Or so Lindsey told him.


The nurse stopped in front of a closed door, and looked at Gerard again. "I'm gonna talk to him first... An' tell him you're here. That's okay?"


Gerard nodded, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Yeah."


The nurse flashed him a polite smile, before walking into Frank's room.




chat with mwheezy and gee.


gee: hey


mwheezy: you changed your nickname finally


gee: yea


gee: anyways frank and I talked


mwheezy: how's he doing?


gee: I mean, he's obvi still recovering but im not really sure how he took what I said


mwheezy: you told him you love him?


gee: yeah.


gee: it's gonna be a couple days until he gets out and he goes to therapy the same day


mwheezy: did he tell you anything?


gee: what do you mean?


mwheezy: anything important? idk


gee: he didn't say if he still loves me, if that's what you're wondering


gee: but he said a lot of stuff, and I think that's gonna stay between us


mwheezy: understandable. im on my way home with pete, btw


gee: not texting and driving I hope


mwheezy: nah we're stopped, picking up food


gee: get me some hoe


gee: Frank says hi by the way, forgot to tell you


mwheezy: aw


gee: anyways i'll see you at home. stay safe okay? i love you mikes


mwheezy: you be safe too dude,, no texting and driving


gee: 👍😎👍


mwheezy: why are you so lame


a/n: don't text and drive

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