He's Stuck In Neverland (One-shot)
He's Stuck In Neverland
Frank looked towards the window as he heard the first pitter-patters of rain on the ceiling.
"Gee, can we go play outside?" he asked excitedly and ran to the window.
Gerard thought it over for a moment. "Sure, but just this once."
"Yay!" Frank yelled, grabbing Gerard's hand and dragging the, only slightly, taller man outside.
Gerard stood under the awning as he watched Frank run around the empyt street they lived on. "Be careful, Frankie! And watch for cars," he called.
"I am," Frank replied, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog and making Gerard laugh. "Come play with me, Gee!"
Gerard walked over to Frank as he juped into a puddled. "You've got me all wet. Now what?" he joked.
"Tag!" Frank yelled, tapping Gerard and running off.
Gerard hesitated for a moment, knowing this would probably end in Frank falling and scraping his knee, but Gerard didn't want to upset Frank. He chased after the sixteen year old boy at a slow pace.
"Come on! You can do better," Frank taunted from the other end of the street. Frank turned to run and hid behind the wall when he ran into someone. Stumbling back, Frank muttered and apology.
"Look, it's wittle Fwankie," the person cooed and all his friends started laughing.
Frank stared at the ground and wondered why the boys from down the street always had to pick on him and call him names.
Gerard eventualy got there and Frank stepped behind him discreetly.
"What do you want, Matt?" Gerard snapped.
"Me? What did I do?" he mocked. "Frankie bumbed into me," he laughed.
"And he apologised," he barked. "Just leave us alone. We never did anything to you."
"So? He's a little freak. Why does he have to stay home all day? He feels like pretending to be Peter Pan?"
"That's none of your business," Gerard growled. "Let's go, Frank." Gerard started walking away before he started a fight with these guys. Frank hated violence and Gerard would probably go to jail for felenous assult.
Suddenly Frank gasped and started crying. Gerard turned to see Frank on the ground sobbing and the boys walking away, laughing.
"Are you okay, Frankie?" he asked, rushing over.
"Nuh-no," Frank sobbed. Gerard picked him up and carried him back to the house.
He doesn't deserve this, Gerard thought, he didn't do anything to deserve this.
Everyone ridiculed Frank for acting like a child, but it wasn't his fault. Frank had what was called Peter Pan Syndrome, or PPS. He didn't always have it though.
When Frank was eight he was diagnosed with ADD. Normal this wouldn't be a big deal but Frank's step-dad was abusice and hated his guts. Eventually his mother started hating him to because she believed he was ruining her second marriage. When Frank had been diagnosed, his mother was going to put him up for adoption but his step-father didtn't approve of ruining his reputation and beat her to death. Gerard barley managed to save Frank and get the two of them out alive.
Gerard's mother had taken care of Frank for a while, but now Gerard was 21and could easily take care of the two of them and his brother, Mikey, with the money he got from his art, his parents for taking care of Mikey and the government for--by their definition--fostering Frank.
Now Gerard was here, setting Frank--the sixteen year old who though he was eight--on the counter and making sure the other boys hadn't hurt him.
"Does it hurt anywhere, Frankie?" Gerard asked in a soothing voice. Frank held out his palms that were scratched from the asphalt he'd fallen on.
"It's not bad." Gerard smiled at Frank and wiped the gravel out of the scratches. When Gerard had finished, Frank's sobs had calmed down to quick, little hiccups. "See?" Gerard said, kissing the wound, "all better."
Gerard glanced up to see Frank staring at him intently.
"Gerard," Frank whispered. Gerard stared at him in shock. Frank had never called him Gerard--always Gee or Gee-bear, even Geetard once or twice--because he couldn't fully pronounce both r's. Around the age of twelve, Frank had gotten over his small speach impedament but the doctor said Frank would probably never say his name because he couldn't when he was eight.
"F-Frank?" Gerard stuttered.
"Gerard," he whispered again and put his hand on Gerard's cheek. Gerard stared at Frank as he brought there faes together and he wondered what in the world the younger boy was doing.
Frank paused just before their lips touched.
"I'm still in here," Frank whispered and crashed their lips together. Gerard started kissing back almost immediatly.
After a few minutes, Frank pulled back and gigled, "what are you doing, Gee?"
Gerard blushed. "I-Nothing.. I just..." he stammered and eventually settled on nothing.
"Okay," Frank replied and jumped off the counter to go play with his toys.
"Gee, can we go play outside?" he asked excitedly and ran to the window.
Gerard thought it over for a moment. "Sure, but just this once."
"Yay!" Frank yelled, grabbing Gerard's hand and dragging the, only slightly, taller man outside.
Gerard stood under the awning as he watched Frank run around the empyt street they lived on. "Be careful, Frankie! And watch for cars," he called.
"I am," Frank replied, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog and making Gerard laugh. "Come play with me, Gee!"
Gerard walked over to Frank as he juped into a puddled. "You've got me all wet. Now what?" he joked.
"Tag!" Frank yelled, tapping Gerard and running off.
Gerard hesitated for a moment, knowing this would probably end in Frank falling and scraping his knee, but Gerard didn't want to upset Frank. He chased after the sixteen year old boy at a slow pace.
"Come on! You can do better," Frank taunted from the other end of the street. Frank turned to run and hid behind the wall when he ran into someone. Stumbling back, Frank muttered and apology.
"Look, it's wittle Fwankie," the person cooed and all his friends started laughing.
Frank stared at the ground and wondered why the boys from down the street always had to pick on him and call him names.
Gerard eventualy got there and Frank stepped behind him discreetly.
"What do you want, Matt?" Gerard snapped.
"Me? What did I do?" he mocked. "Frankie bumbed into me," he laughed.
"And he apologised," he barked. "Just leave us alone. We never did anything to you."
"So? He's a little freak. Why does he have to stay home all day? He feels like pretending to be Peter Pan?"
"That's none of your business," Gerard growled. "Let's go, Frank." Gerard started walking away before he started a fight with these guys. Frank hated violence and Gerard would probably go to jail for felenous assult.
Suddenly Frank gasped and started crying. Gerard turned to see Frank on the ground sobbing and the boys walking away, laughing.
"Are you okay, Frankie?" he asked, rushing over.
"Nuh-no," Frank sobbed. Gerard picked him up and carried him back to the house.
He doesn't deserve this, Gerard thought, he didn't do anything to deserve this.
Everyone ridiculed Frank for acting like a child, but it wasn't his fault. Frank had what was called Peter Pan Syndrome, or PPS. He didn't always have it though.
When Frank was eight he was diagnosed with ADD. Normal this wouldn't be a big deal but Frank's step-dad was abusice and hated his guts. Eventually his mother started hating him to because she believed he was ruining her second marriage. When Frank had been diagnosed, his mother was going to put him up for adoption but his step-father didtn't approve of ruining his reputation and beat her to death. Gerard barley managed to save Frank and get the two of them out alive.
Gerard's mother had taken care of Frank for a while, but now Gerard was 21and could easily take care of the two of them and his brother, Mikey, with the money he got from his art, his parents for taking care of Mikey and the government for--by their definition--fostering Frank.
Now Gerard was here, setting Frank--the sixteen year old who though he was eight--on the counter and making sure the other boys hadn't hurt him.
"Does it hurt anywhere, Frankie?" Gerard asked in a soothing voice. Frank held out his palms that were scratched from the asphalt he'd fallen on.
"It's not bad." Gerard smiled at Frank and wiped the gravel out of the scratches. When Gerard had finished, Frank's sobs had calmed down to quick, little hiccups. "See?" Gerard said, kissing the wound, "all better."
Gerard glanced up to see Frank staring at him intently.
"Gerard," Frank whispered. Gerard stared at him in shock. Frank had never called him Gerard--always Gee or Gee-bear, even Geetard once or twice--because he couldn't fully pronounce both r's. Around the age of twelve, Frank had gotten over his small speach impedament but the doctor said Frank would probably never say his name because he couldn't when he was eight.
"F-Frank?" Gerard stuttered.
"Gerard," he whispered again and put his hand on Gerard's cheek. Gerard stared at Frank as he brought there faes together and he wondered what in the world the younger boy was doing.
Frank paused just before their lips touched.
"I'm still in here," Frank whispered and crashed their lips together. Gerard started kissing back almost immediatly.
After a few minutes, Frank pulled back and gigled, "what are you doing, Gee?"
Gerard blushed. "I-Nothing.. I just..." he stammered and eventually settled on nothing.
"Okay," Frank replied and jumped off the counter to go play with his toys.
7/23/13