Gerard's POV.

The week had been a blur of tears, depression and just.. Numbness. I wasn't coping, at all.

I knew I was going to be leaving Zack, but I loved him.. I still wanted to be his friend and now he was dead.. I didn't know what to do.

I looked in the mirror and sighed. The black suit fitted me perfectly, but I didn't want to wear it. I didn't want to face Zack's funeral, because it would be the final goodbye, and I wasn't ready.

I dabbed my eyes with my sleeve and sniffed, walking down the stairs a moment after I heard a knock at the door. I'd told Frank not to come. I'd told him to stay in school but there was no persuading the guy.

Since Zack had died.. I'd been so distant, and I knew Frank was worrying.

"Frank.." I sighed.

"You can't do this alone." Frankie whispered. "If anyone asks, I'm just a friend giving you some emotional support."

What could I say to that? 'no go away'? I just couldn't do that to Frank.. Not with his adorable little face and he looked so beautiful in a suit.

Maybe having Frank there would help.

***

After a silent drive to the funeral; I climbed out and gave Frank's hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and walking into the church, sitting the opposite side to Zack's mum. She hated me more than anything, and I didn't blame her.

I handled the service pretty well. I sobbed a few times during the little letter I had written, but I managed to hold it in.

When we got to the burial bit I looked around and realised I'd lost Frank. Oh god, where had he gone? I glanced around for a moment before sighing. Julie, Zack's mum had managed to get hold and talk to him. Shit.

I moved a little closer, trying my best to hear what they were saying, which was easy, considering they had their backs to me.

"So You're called Frank." Julie said gently. "And how did you know Zack..?"

Oh, shit.

"I um.. Knew him through Gerard.." Frank replied gently.

"Ah, Zack mentioned you a couple of times.." Julie said quietly before suddenly moving and slapping the palm of her hand against Frank's cheek. "It's YOUR fault my son is DEAD!" She screamed at him.

I wasn't gonna stand for that. "Leave Frank out of this!" I hissed, pulling him away from her.

"You disgust me." She spat. "Cheating on my son, your FIANCÉ! With him.. Your student! You just wait.. You'll fucking pay for this." She hissed.

"Show some fucking respect." I hissed. "What kind of person causes an argument at their own son's funeral?"

Julie stared at me. "What kind of person brings their toy boy to their ex fiancé's funeral?!"

"Well unlike you, Julie, he's a decent human being and wanted to support me through today." I muttered, ignoring the looks we were getting.

"Support you? He's a fucking kid, you watch, within a fee weeks he'll get bored and find someone else to fuck!"

I went to argue back; though Frank pulled out of my grip and began to walk away, rather quickly!

"Goodbye Julie." I muttered before running after Frank.

Frank's POV.

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I walked. This really was my fault. Zack and Gerard had been arguing because of me. Zack was dead because of me.

I knew Gerard was behind me, but how could I stop now? I needed to go home. Gerard would blame me for his death. That was why he'd been so distant with me. He didn't want me any more.

I walked into my house and took a deep breath, though a gentle sob soon escaped my lips.

"Frankie?" I heard my mum call.

How was I going to explain this? She thought I'd been at school.

"I.. I.." I began, though a second later, I heard Gerard coming through the front door.

"Gerard?" My mum frowned a little. "What's going on and why are you both dressed in suits?"

"W-We were just.." I began, though I didn't know what to say.

"We were at a funeral." I heard Gerard say calmly.

"What? Who's funeral? Frank why didn't you tell me where you were going?" She asked, now sounding worried.

"It was.. A friend of mine. I just wanted Frank there for support.."

"So why is Frank crying?" She asked, frowning.

I knew I was sobbing but did they really have to talk like I wasn't there?

"I just get emotional." I whispered, swallowing harshly. "But I'm fine.. We'll be upstairs if you need us." I whispered before walking up to my room, knowing Gerard would follow.

"Frankie I'm so sorry about Julie.."

"Gee." I sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed. "It's fine.. It's my fault anyway, right? You were arguing because of me. He drove off to get away from the argument. He died because he couldn't see through his tears and crashed." I sniffed.

"No no no, none of this is your fault." Gerard whispered as he knelt on the floor in front of me and cupped my cheeks. "You can't he'll who you fall for."

I knew he was right about that, but Julie had managed to make me feel guilty.

***

We spoke for quite a while and ended up cuddled in my bed. The day had been awful, and I wasn't even sure if Gerard wanted ms anymore. Even if he was holding me against his chest now, how did I know he wasn't just amusing me?

I frowned at that thought and closed my eyes over, praying my dreams were nicer than the day I'd had.