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Words Mean Nothing.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Frank had woken up to an empty room, panicked his eyes darted around him trying to figure out where he was. His dream, well...that was terrifying. He slipped up and almost died, leaving his aunt all alone. Frank had kept his eyes shut earlier that day when his aunt had come in, the words she spoke were the same ones that would repeat in his head daily the past few days.
Gerard, Mikey & Aunt Liz had left hours before to go out to find something to eat better than the hospital food for themselves and promising to return with “foody treasures” for Frank. They were probably talking about him right now in a remote location sipping a low-fat salted caramel machiatto with two pumps of carmel all topped off with whip.
Frank didn’t know how he was going to tell them what happened. If it wasn’t for his dreamlike flashback he wouldn’t have known himself. Maybe he should keep it that way. Biting his lip he stared out at the dusk pouring night sky into the daylight turning it red and pink. He sighed. It’d be dark soon, and with darkness came the emptying of the hospital room. Leaving him alone with the vampires.
Unsure what to do with himself, he lay his head down onto his pillow suddenly feeling exhausted even having just woken up from sleep. It must be the drugs in his system or his emotional turmoil finally weighing down on him but, either way he was suddenly exhausted.
The door opening made him jolt awake, unaware he’d even been sleeping.
“Hello Princess!” Gerard’s voice made Frank smile.
“Hi.” he croaked back from his desert-like throat.
“I bare foody treasures! Vegetarian of course, just the way you like it. No animals harmed in the making, ‘course Mikey did trip on the way out of the resturaunt... Does that mean animals were harmed? You know what, whatever, I’m just going to stick to my original statement. Soo, I’m not sure if you’re too fond of veggie burgers but...if you’re not I brought you a salad too. I figure anything other than instant mashed potatoes will do your stomach and more importantly your taste-buds some good.” Gerard rambled placing a bag on the bedside table, and pushing it up in front of Frank’s chest. “And, I’m not leaving here until I see that you’ve happily gorged yourself.”
“Um....Ok?” Frank muttered, tearing open the bag in search of the veggie burger. He pulled it out grinning and tore into it like a lion, gulping it down. Gerard stared on amazed at the boy’s hunger. Maybe, Frank wasn’t such a princess after-all.
“Hey, Princess. Have some edict, will you?” Gerard laughed handing Frank a napkin to wipe the ketchup from his chin. He happily took it wiping away the liquid.
“Sorry, I’m just...really hungry.”
“I can see that. But, wow. I mean...chewing is a good thing-You know that right?”
“I know. I know.”, Frank giggled causing Gerard to smile. God damn, he loved that sound.
“So, How was your hour alone in the hospital room? It was the longest Mikey and I left you alone.” Gerard asked quizzically watching carefully for any body language suggesting that he might of figured out what happened to cause him to end up in the hospital in the first place.
“Um, s’okay. I slept most of the time....some bad dreams, but it was very...relaxing.”
“Bad dreams?” Gerard’s ears perked up at the words, alarmed. “What kind of bad dreams?”
“I...sort of dream flash-backed...if that makes any sense.” Frank explained, wishing he were an ostrich and could hide his head in the ground.
“To when?”
“The night before I came here.” Frank wanted to just rip out his vocal chords and feed them to the vampires in the hospital. His brain moved a thousands beats per-second trying to figure out if he should abort his mission of telling Gerard. He hadn’t intended on it but, he was just so easy to talk to and he-he couldn’t help himself.
“Really?!” Gerard almost screamed, then continued after compositing himself; “I think it might be story time, then.”
Frank told Gerard everything about the fateful night that he ended up almost dying. He told him about his cutting, his numb arm and the booze setting him off. Gerard noticeably paled at the mentioning of the booze but said nothing wanting to here the whole story. When he’d finished the story, Gerard and him just stared at one another.
In those few moments he world finally came into perspective for the two boys. They only got one life, and one chance to make things right in the world. They didn’t get any do-overs or rewinds. They lived once, and they had to make it count, they had to do what they felt was right and no one else. They had to make an impression.
Frank lowered his eyes first staring at the floor of the hospital, guilty for ending up in the hospital. In moments Gerard was at his side, his hand on the side of Frank’s face. Frank felt the urge to flinch away, waiting for the pain to being that was sure to come from Gerard’s touch. Instead nothing came.
“You know Princess....there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.” before Frank could respond Gerard’s lips were soft against his. Frank didn’t flinch away, the kiss felt almost....right. Like the world had finally come together and made sense at last. In that few moments of the kiss he forgot all about his father, his mother, being the hospital, his pain. It was all Gerard Way the sex of Belleville High and it was all right.
The kiss ended too soon in Frank’s opinion. He looked up into Gerard’s eyes realiznig that his worst enemy had become his first love. He was about to ask Gerard what just happened when he was cut off;
“Your aunts taking you to LA tomorrow. Frank, you have to make the best of it, and live how you want their. I can’t apologize enough for the pain I caused you here, but, I can guarantee I’ve never been more sorry in my life. I....I think I love you Frank Iero.”
He was about to walk out of the room when Frank grabbed his wrist;
“My name is Frank Anthony Iero. I like the Misfits, and playing guitar. Sometimes I doodle weird things on the back of cereal boxes and I sorta like this boy named; Gerard, who’s a little boisterous, over the top and over-baring sometimes but, he’s perfect to me.”
Gerard smiled and swooped down one last time to kiss Frank again.
“I’m going to miss you, Princess.”, and that was it. Without another word Gerard sauntered out of the room, shoulder bag sloshing against his leg, confidence oozing around him like cheap whore’s perfume. It wasn’t the ideal storybook goodbye either boy was looking for, but it would do, it would do.
The End.

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@WelcomeToTheMarmalade
Sitting alone in 2016 crying because i love this and all the good fanfics are old

*sitting in 2015 alone and crying tears of pure loss because all my favorite fanfics are ancient*

Wow!! Sequel definitely needed!!! (; Xx

sequal?!

frankenweenie frankenweenie
5/9/14
Soft simple tears began t trickle down the young girls face as she read the ending words to her newly acquired addiction. The words seemed to swarm and melt around her mind like the coffee she seems to stitched to. With the words coursed around her mind she started to beg, plead, anything for another story about her hero's. No words came inside her head, no words of greatness shot through her mind but eight... 'This is my Gerard and I am Frank Iero.'
BatteryBomb BatteryBomb
7/31/13