[One Shot][Do You Find Me Dreadful?][Way\Iero]

READ MEMO. please. :)



You were just never the one to notice what we had all those times, huh?
All of those times where I watched you fall. All those times where I watched you get severely drunk. All of those times I watched you get constantly put down.
I bet you thought I was always just watching you, joining in with the others and not caring about you. I wasn't only watching you, I was helping you.
Who was the one who would help you get back on your feet and become stable on your own? Who was the one who tried to help you those horrible nights when you were drunk off your ass? Who was the one who defended you against the ones who were constantly laughing at you?
Me. That's right darling, Frank Anthony Iero came to help you every single time you fucked up big time.
We were once what you would call best friends, sometimes even more than best friends.
You were always fine with it, you and me. You never hid our relationship. You always wanted the world to know. You always used to kiss me on stage like you would in the privacy of our own home.
I still remember the day perfectly that you left me. You left me because apparently I wasn't good enough for you. You left me because I made a bad boyfriend. You left me because to you, I never helped you.
That one night in Chicago, we were on tour with one of your favorite bands. Everything was great on stage, you still loved me then. You still kissed me then. You still cared for me then.
You then wanted your favorite band to come out on stage. You wanted them to perform with us. You wanted to sing Under Pressure with them. They came out on stage that night, happy and ready to play along with us.
He stood right next to you, staring into your green eyes and smiling. You returned the smile and stare. I was out of the picture after that. After that, everything went down hill and I was no longer important to you, I could just tell from the looks you were giving him.
That's all I ever wanted to be, important to you. Around you, I felt like some one, someone important and someone special because I actually had someone by my side day and night.
When you kissed him on stage that night, I tried to think nothing of it. It was a meaningless kiss between friends. But I thought again. Our first kiss was a 'meaningless' kiss on stage.
You were replacing me and trying to not let me notice what was going on. Sorry babe, you can't get away with things that easily.
After that one song, you closed the show thanking everyone for coming. After that one show, you didn't bother to hug me or kiss me like you usually do after shows. You didnt even bother to glance over. I was hoping you were just caught up in the moment and that's why you ignored me.
The after party was worse. You got drunk once again dear. It was a horrible sight, seeing you acting like an idiot. It was even more of a horrible sight seeing you making out with him.
I once again figured it was only because you were drunk that this was happening. I kept thinking I should shrug it off because things like this have happened before at other after parties.
Mikey tried to drag me away from you two at the after party. I remember that he was introducing me to other girls and guys. He wanted me to find someone else. He knew you were going to forget about me soon enough so he wanted me to forget about you as soon as possible too. He didnt say it straight to my face, but I could tell by the way he was acting and how he was pushing me into meeting these complete strangers.
We left early that morning from the party. You didnt speak to me once during the five hours that we were there. You didn't even speak to me when you left Bert at the party. In that messed up mind of yours, you know you did wrong. You know you hurt me. You know you couldn't explain yourself this time. You fucked up and there is no way I am going to help you get out of this one.
The next day, the day after the show, you had a hangover. You didn't remember anything from the previous night. I guess you still think we are together because I remember you calling out my name from your bunk, asking me to come stay with you.
Now seriously, did you expect me to forget what you did? Do you expect me to forget that you cheated on me? I dont forget things like that, darling.
You got fairly upset at me. Upset that I wasn't caring like I usually do. Upset that I didn't lay down with you. Upset because I wasn't there for you.
You may think it was a big mistake on my part, but you are the one who is mistaken. You were the one who made the mistake of kissing him on stage. You were the one who made the mistake of getting drunk. You were the one who made the mistake of making out with him and not caring if I saw you two going at it on the sofa.
Mikey ended up taking care of you that morning. He felt bad for you when no one else on the bus would. You should feel good about yourself; you have someone other than Bert caring for you right now.
At noon, you were better. You were up, ready and on the phone. Laughing and smiling while walking around the bus. No doubt that you were talking to Bert.
You made plans with him. You were going to lunch with him that day. You two thought it would be a good idea to get to know each other more.
You invited him back afterwards. Stupid move there, dear. Bert and I got into a fight, a fight where we argued over you. Yes, you dear. Feel loved while you can, okay?
We went on stage again that night. This time, they didn't join us on stage. This time, you came over and hugged me. This time, I felt loved by you again. For that one minute, I felt important all over again. I felt wanted and special.
That soon ended though, you were back at it with Bert after the show. Are you trying to make me feel worthless? Are you trying to make me feel like I am such a bad person... that you needed someone else to help you along?
That whole week... It was you and Bert. I wasn't included in that picture. It hurt me on the inside so much. I felt as if my heart was torn out and stomped on and then run over by a truck. You were my heart dear, and now... you're gone. I just know you are. Want to know something else? So am I. I'm gone without you by my side. I'm not kidding.
The next Saturday, you ended it. You told me on the phone. You told me when I was on the bus waiting for you to come home. You told me when you were fooling around with Bert. You said it in the simplest terms. You hung up right after, not letting me respond. You didn't care if you hurt me. You were just happy you had someone else to care for you now.
You came home that night, acted like you were my best friend. Nothing more like we were a week ago. You tried to joke around with me. You tried to act as if there was nothing between in the past. You wanted me to think everything was good between us.
Like I said before, I don't forget things. I won't forgive you that easily. I won't forgive you for cheating on me, and not caring if I knew. I won't forgive you for breaking up with me over the phone. Were you too afraid to do it in person? Or were you just to busy fucking around with Bert?

rest in results.... I dont blame you for not going.. :(
Whatever it was, it was low. It was cruel. It was wrong.
I give up. I am not going to play these stupid games of yours anymore. I have had enough of this. I should have taken Mikey's advice and tried to find someone else before it too late. Want to know why I didn't? Because I still was hoping you would come back to me in the end. But its apparent that that's not going to be happening anytime soon. So long, Gerard, have a nice life with him. I quit