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 jerseyboy and dead!.


dead!: im sorry


dead!: i just want to know if you cared


jerseyboy: ?


dead!: do you care


jerseyboy: about you?


dead!: yeah


jerseyboy: yeah.


jerseyboy: i care about you and mikey and pete and donna. i care about a lot of people.


dead!: i mean like, do you miss me


jerseyboy: i miss a lot of people


dead!: stop beating around the bush just tell me if you give a shit or not.


jerseyboy: ...


jerseyboy: i don't think you and i were cut out for each other


jerseyboy: i don't think im cut out for anybody


jerseyboy: nothing can make me happy for long. why should i drag someone else down?


dead!: i love you so much


dead!: and i know now how you felt


dead!: and maybe it doesnt matter but im sorry. im sorry i put you through any of this. im sorry i made you feel this miserable


dead!: im just sorry


jerseyboy: everybody feels sorry for me


jerseyboy: im pity friend


jerseyboy: im the pity boyfriend


jerseyboy: everybody pities me


jerseyboy: im sorry this, im sorry that


jerseyboy: it's never anything else.


jerseyboy: like I have to live my life in bubblewrap and suddenly everyone is sorry because ive tried to kill myself


jerseyboy: sorry loses its meaning when you hear it every fucking day


dead!: i tried.


dead!: and if that isnt enough for you then im sorry


jerseyboy: you weren't enough for me


jerseyboy: and i wasnt enough for you


jerseyboy: so, sorry.

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