Frerard, Charlotte Taylor [best ereader for pc .TXT] 📗

-6 months later-

Gerard~

My hair stuck to the back of my neck making the sun's heat more annoying. I leaned on Frank. Me, Frank, Mikey and Ray were sat under a tree, in the shade unlike the rest of the school, they were either, sunbathing, playing soccer or messing about on the benches near the field. Our lunches and hoodie's were abanded in front of us.
'Doing anything this weekend?' Frank asked biting into an apple.
'No, not really.' Ray shrugged leaning on the tree next to Mikey.
'The usual.' Mikey smiled.
'Aren't we breaking up for the summer on Friday?' I asked.
'Oh yeah!' Frank smiled.
'Fuck yeah!' Mikey and Ray chimed.
'I forgot about that!' Frank laughed, he then looked right and left, as usual no one was near us. He leaned in towards Mikey and Ray, so i followed, 'I'm gonna be home alone for the holidays! You guys wanna come over? sleep? whatever?' he smiled widely at mine and Mikey wide grins.
'Oh my god! Yes!' me and Mikey laughed.
'Ray?' Frank asked.
'Mom and dad are taking me on holiday.' he signed, 'but only for two weeks' he smiled.
'Awesome, so when you come back you can stay at mine, mom and dad are having, like, a second honey moon or whatever.' he smiled.
Then the bell rang and me and Frank walked slowly with our hoodie's and bags in hand, to history.
The lesson flew by with me and Frank sitting at the back, planning the holidays.


The cool summer breeze blew at my face giving me a sense of security I haven't felt for a long time, me, Mikey, Frank and Ray strolled home, for once no music was playing and i felt happy, that there was hope.


~Frank

I got in the house, i kicked off my shoes and tossed my jumper onto the couch, the laminate flooring and open window helped me cool down quickly. i turned on the TV then heard the back door open then slam shut. what the fuck?
I slowly stood up, muting the TV and tip toeing into the kitchen, my fists clenched, not that it would help, i was a shrimp.
'All right son.' i jumped and turned to the kitchen table.
'oh hey dad' i said not knowing what to do with myself.
He put his feet up on the table.
'How was school?' he asked rubbing his dirty hands as the oven stopped, he stood up and went to get the food.
'Pretty good actually, been hanging around with Mikey Way and his brother. Brown hair, glasses.' i added with my dads confused look.
I slid to the chair and watched him get out a tray of steaming food out of the oven.
'Ah, so you HAVE friends?' he shook his head'They MUST be fucked up!' he added laughing.
I stood up and went to the sink next to the open grill.
'No, dad, they're no fucked up, nor am i.'
I said tring my English accent and failing.
'Ah, i get it, one or all of them are gay like you!'
'Dad shut the fuck up!' I said angrily. He's NEVER like this. i love my dad and he's FINE with me being gay, he's the first person i told!
'Dad, you ok?' I asked standing near the sink.
'Yeah son, i'm FINE, i mean WHY WOULDN'T I BE?' he shouted in my face.
'Dad, have you been drinking?'
'Maybe i have? what the fuck has it got to with you?!?' he staggered to the grill and picked up the baking tray.
'Why the fuck would you care go have gay sex with Mijney Fay!'
'Mikey Way, dad, what the fuck, sit down, i'll get you your dinner.' i said turning my back on him as he moaned that the tray was hot.
'Put it down then.' i said putting the food on a big plate and putting on the kettle.
'FRANK!' he screamed, pain, hot water scorched my skin, i yelled and screamed, tears ran down my face as i screamed at dad for help, the sudden screams put some sense into him and he ran for a cloth and cold water.


Gerard~

I went straight to my room as usual when i got home, i didn't want dad to ruin the amazing days i've been having recently.
So i changed into my skeleton pajamas and grabbed my sketch pad and pens and lay on my bed. Then i heard a slight knock at the door, 'Yeah?' i asked.
Mikey slowly opened the door. 'Hey.' he said, he had his tie still around his neck, untied with his sleeves rolled up and hair whipped back.
'Hey.' i said making room for him on my bed. i sat on and crossed my legs, 'so, what do i ow the pleasure? homework?' i asked him, as he sat on the edge of my bed.
'No, just saying hey, wondering what your up to.' he smiled weekly.
'Erm.. hey and nout.' i chuckled.
'No, Gee its not okay.'
I frowned at him. 'what?'
'You always pretend every things okay Gee, when your not, i want you to TALK to me, Frank-'
'THATS what you and Frank we're arguing about, the first day he came here!' i pointed at him angrily.
'It was more than that....' he muttered.
'Please tell me.... and i'll... i'll never tell a lie again, about if i'm okay or not, i swear down on my... on my art skills! thats all i have!'
'Gerd! don't talk about yourself like that!'
'Well its true!' i argued back, holding back tears.
'No its not!'
'Well no one like me, no-'
'Defiantly not true!' Mikey cut in.
'What the hell Mikey, get the fuck out!'
'Why?!?!' he yelled standing up furiously
'Stop- i don't- i-' and tears just streamed down my face, not a single sound escaped my lips. Then i heard a sweet familiar voice in the back of my head whisper 'I like you'.
I shocked myself, usually it was dad or Jake shouting in my head, screaming about how i'm useless.
But this
voice, repeated 'I like you' the hole time i was thinking, blacking out the world, the room, the bed and Mikey's voice arguing with my distant comments, the voice, i zoned in on it, it was fresh, happy, beautiful.
'Gerard!' Mikey's voice pulled me back to reality.
'What?!?!' I shot angrily
'Doesn't matter!' he turned around and walked towards the door in a huff, he turned hi head to me, hand on the door handle, 'He loves you.' he whispered and walked out of the door.

I lay on the bed, blinking, confused, what the fuck did he mean? the voice? Jake? dad?
I pushed my hands threw my hair and lay face down on my bed surrounded by the only things i understand.

Frank~

An hour later mom came home, she fussed over my bandaged hand and my patched up back. She asked loads of questions, i did say it was a chemistry accident, but dad came from up stairs and told her everything.
They argued. Again.
I really hate it when they argue, its like there reminding me that love doesn't exist at all and that really bums me out.

I went up stairs at about 9:30, my back still stung but mom had put ice on it for 3 hours, so it wasn't so bad.
As soon as i got up stairs i took my top and school pants off laying in the thick black duvet, thinking about nothing.
But then i thought of school and Ray and Mikey and... Gerard.
I was confused but happy, i was also scared of being happy, i harldy knew them and it fustrated me that they could just walk away in an instante and neither of them would care, not like they knew me well anyway.
Then i felt a vibrate and 'Helena, Misfits' burst out of my phone i grabbed my hoodie with my phone init from the end of my bed and frowned, who would be calling ME, at 9o'clock1!?!? it was an unknown number, but i answered curiously.
'Hello?' i asked sitting up slightly.
'Frank?' a voice whispered in my ear. His voice gave me butterflies, i smiled without really realizing it.
'oh hey!' i smiled cheerily. 'how did you get my number?'
'Mikey.' Gerd answered.
'Ahhh.' i chuckled, 'everything okay?' i asked.
'I just wanted to say.... i wanted to say thank you.' he whispered weekly. 'So, Frank, thank you.'
'What for?' i asked frowning.
'You give me happiness, hope, you're the reason i smile now, your the reason i laugh at the littlest thing. so thank you.'
'Ermm...' i really didn't know what to say, i kinda felt the same.
'Gerard, seriously, thank you to, you gave me the hope i never thought was possible in this upside world.' why did i just say that?!
I heard him move the phone.
'You okay?' i asked.
'I'm just a prat.' he whispered, i could here the pain in his voice and it confused me and my heart kind of hurt for him.
'Your not a prat! why would you say that!?! everything okay?' i asked confused.
'I am a prat! I trusted you way to fast, you give me hope and happiness and i know, i just KNOW i'm gonna fuck it up some how!'
'SAME THOUGHTS HERE GERARD!' i yelled. Tears rolled down my face silently. a lump formed in my throat.
'Me and Mikey, we were arguing... i told him i... i told him i-'
'It doesn't matter. i don't care what you said, good or bad Frank. i think i- i- it doesn't matter.' he rushed i heard him moving the phone again, maybe he dropped it?
i heard a yell and a scream, some banging, and groaning then a slam of a door. confused i gripped the phone tightly sitting up, cringing as my back stung.
'Gerard?' i whispered.
'GERARD?!?!?' i yelled a little to loud mom and dad came running in, 'everything ok?' they asked.
'No! Gerard, the kid from school, he called me up and we talked and something happened. i don't know- i don't think- GERARD?!?!' i yelled down the phone.
Dad sat on the edge of my bed and took the phone from me and held it to his ear, 'Gerard? are you there?' he asked calmly.
'Gerard?' he asked a little louder.
'Dad, give me the phone please.' i held out my hand and he passed me my phone without a word, but didn't move, just watched me.
'Gerd? please answer.'
'Frank. I love you.' he whispered, his words were slurred. relief and worry surrounded me, i nodded t mom and dad and they left.
'Gerd are you okay, what happened?'
'Nothing.' he said cheerfully.'I love youuuu' he sang.
'Gerd, shut the fuck up. no you don't.' i said angrily, i didn't know why this pissed me off so much.
'FRANK IERO I LOVE YOU!' he giggled from the over end of the phone, i frowned deeply, happy he wasn't in front of me so i could punch him.
'Sober up Gerd!' i exclaimed.
Gerd muttered some slurred words than, probably, passed out. I signed and whispered 'Need me, call me.' and i hung up and lay on my side, closing my eyes tightly, Gerard's 'i love you's' swimming in my mind again.


Mikey~

I heard Gerd moan and groan all night, talking to himself and shouting i