Mikey stormed through the venue and out to the back where he knew Gerard would be. And surely enough, he was stood there with Brendon, though this time they weren't making out.

Truth be told, Gerard felt absolutely awful about all he'd just done, especially calling Bob fat. He knew Bob had always had a problem when it came to his weight - although he wasn't fat, he thought he was, and it messed with his head sometimes - and Gerard had ignored that in the face of anger.

Brendon, however, couldn't give less of a shit about anything. He didn't care about how Bob or Frank felt. He was getting angry with Gerard now, because he kept saying how horrible he felt. Brendon was just about to shout at him to stop when Mikey raged through.

"Get here right now!" The younger brother growled to the older. Gerard meekly shuffled over, and Mikey loomed over him. "How the fuck could you think that was okay?! Bob was sobbing his eyes out!"

Gerard stared at his feet. "I-I-"

"Shut up, I'm not done!" Mikey hissed. Gerard cowered. "We spend every day helping you to adjust to this world's mannerisms and this is the repayment we get?! You broke Frank's heart and you don't care and you've probably drove Bob into a nervous panic attack!"

Gerard leaned back against the wall, panting. Mikey glared coldly as he slumped down. Brendon had fled, not wanting to deal with the consequences.

"M-Mikey..." Gerard wheezed. "I'm s-s-sorry..."

Mikey frowned angrily, knowing Gerard was having one of his strange attacks, but not knowing whether to help him or continue shouting at him. After a moment's hesitation, he picked Gerard up off the ground carefully, sitting him on the smoking bench and running in to get him some water. Frank saw him and frowned.

"Mikes? What's wrong?" He inquired, concerned.

"Gerard's having another one of his attacks." Mikey sighed. "Will you help me?"

Frank sighed also and dipped his head. Gerard was the last person he wanted to talk to at that moment in time, but he needed help. Mikey got some water and went out to give it to his brother, Frank following. The shorter boy took Gerard's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Gerard drank some water and perked right back up, blushing.

"S-Sorry." He mumbled. Frank just nodded and let go, starting to walk away. Gerard called him back. 

"F-Frank, wait. I'm s-sorry for hurting you."

Frank shrugged. "Whatever."

"No, really. I genuinely didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know you liked me so much."

Frank sighed and gazed back at him. "It's fine... go be happy with Brendon."

Gerard bit his lip, looking around for Brendon. When he saw that Brendon was gone, he realised that Bob had been right. He looked down sadly. "H-He doesn't really love me..."

"I know. Because he doesn't know you, he just wants your cock. But whatever, it's your choice who you wanna be with. It's okay if you wanna forget about me," Frank murmured, tears filling his eyes.

"N-No... I don't want to." Gerard sniffed. "I was wrong, Frank... please forgive me..."

Frank stared at him for a long time. "Um..." he sighed and went back over to him. "F-Fine..."

"I will make it up to you, I promise," Gerard told him as he wrapped his arms around Frank's shoulders. "If there's anything you want me to do for you, big or small... just tell me."

"I will." Frank hugged back for a few seconds before pulling away.

Mikey sniffed indignantly. "Well I'm not forgiving you until you go and apologise to Bob."

Frank frowned. "Yeah... I didn't see him go, and he isn't here. What happened?"

Gerard rubbed his forearm nervously. Frank was Bob's best friend, and there was no doubt that he would choose his side. But he had to tell him, or Mikey would anyway, and his younger brother would probably mess something up because he wasn't actually present when the argument happened. "I got angry because he was making me feel bad about crushing on Brendon. So I called him fat and chucked him out of the band."

"Y-You called him what?!" Frank exclaimed. "Are you serious?!"

"Y-Yeah... I feel awful..."

"Go and apologise! Right now!" Frank began pushing him toward the venue. 

"B-But I don't know where he is!"

"He drove home crying," Mikey told him. "So go."

Gerard sighed sadly. "H-He'll never forgive me."

"Of course he will. He's a massive softie." Frank folded his arms. "You should know that."

"Will you come with me?" Gerard mewled. Mikey and Frank sighed and nodded simultaneously and followed him to his car.

Frank rode shotgun while Mikey sat in the back. Because he felt bad, Gerard leaned across and tilted Frank's head toward him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Frank melted against him and kissed back. Gerard realised how much softer Frank's lips were than Brendon's. This kiss felt better than all of the ones Brendon had given him put together. He knew he'd made a huge mistake. His little fling with the Panic singer had only lasted a short while, but Gerard knew he was absolutely stupid to even consider wanting to be with Brendon. He'd just got excited because he thought someone loved him when they didn't, and also because Brendon was attractive, and because of it he'd been ignorant to Frank's real feelings.

When he leaned back, he quickly drove round to Bob's house, hoping it wasn't already too late to win the broken drummer's forgiveness.