I'll Keep You Safe Tonight

*Frank's POV*


I slowly wake up to someone shaking my shoulders gently.
“Frankie, get up we have school.” I hear a mesmerizing voice say.
I groan and roll over stuffing my face into the pillow and say ‘Five more minutes,’ but seeing as my face is stuffed in a pillow it sounds more like ‘Fife bro limits.’
Gerard chuckles and rolls me over, “If you wake up and get dressed I’ll make you coffee.”
“How do you know I like coffee?” I ask not opening my eyes.
“Uh um…” Gerard trails off at a loss for words.
“I’m kidding I love coffee.” and with that I finally stand up and rustle around in my duffel that contains my clothes. “Um Gerard?” I ask kind of uncomfortable as I stand in the middle of his room, “Where can I change?”
“Oh the bathroom’s right there,” Gee says pointing to a door across the room.
“Thanks Gee,” I say and kiss him on the cheek as I pass by him, and as a reward I hear him let out a surprised gasp. I shut and lock the bathroom door, I mean I may trust Gerard but honestly I’m not even close to ready for any of the um…stuff. I blush at the thought and get dressed then head upstairs. As soon as I’m upstairs I see Gerard leaning against a counter drinking a cup of coffee with a far off look on his face.
“I see the coffee’s done.” I say and try to hop up on the counter, but fail and land on my butt on the linoleum. Gee busts out laughing and I glare at him, “Ha ha very funny.”
“Sorry Frankie,” Gee says and picks me up, placing me on the counter, “You’re adorable when you’re angry.”
I blush as Gerard hands me a coffee cup and mumble a thanks, drinking in the bittersweet liquid. After I finish my coffee and Gee helps me off the counter, we head out the door, but not before telling Mikey and Ray to hurry their asses up or their going to be left here.
Soon after Mikey and Ray finally come out of the house, although Mikey’s glasses are askew and Ray’s fro is more messed up than usual. I shoot Gerard a glance and he just sighs shaking his head with a small smile on his face. It’s not to hard to figure out what Ray and Mikey were doing. The drive to school is filled with laughter because I chucked a pencil at Ray and his fro swallowed, it was even funnier because he freaked out and both him and Mikey tried to get it out and kind of just ended getting tangled up.
Once we arrive at school we all head to homeroom and then split up for our classes. Sadly I don’t have that many classes with Gerard, Mikey, or Ray. They’re all a lot smarter than me I guess. I mean I’m a Junior and I’m taking pre-cal and the rest of them are all in calculus or whatever. I sigh and tap my pencil against the edge of the desk as the third spitball hits me in the back of the head, this is going to be a long day.
I shove my books in my locker and go to slam it shut but the motion is stopped by a hand.
“Leave me alone Jared.” I mumble and sigh.
“Aw Frankie is that any way to talk to a friend, I’m hurt.”
I flinch at him using the name Frankie, only Gerard can call me that, “You’re not my friend.”
Jared scoffs and slaps me across the face, “Shut up you little shit!” and then he promptly shoves me into my locker slamming it shut. Real original.
I sink down and sit on the floor of my locker. I honestly hate how short I am I mean the only thing it’s good for is when you’re shoved into a locker you can sit on the floor rather than having to fucking stand the next seven hours. I look down at my shoes and kick the side of the locker, I hate Jared so fucking much! Well I guess it’s more of a ‘I hate myself’ attitude rather than I hate Jared. I mean I’m the reason Jared even picks on me. Gerard probably happy to be rid of me. In fact I bet he’s making out with Jared right now.
Tears are streaming down my face as I roll up my sleeves with one hand and dig in my coat pocket for a razor with the other. I make, I don’t know how many cuts on both my arms before rolling down my sleeves. I bury my head in my hands and sob quietly. God I’m such a fuck up. I can’t even please my mate. Why the hell am I even alive.
“Frank!” I hear a voice call out from near my locker. Gerard!
“Frankie!” the voice calls out again and I pound on my locker, after about the fifth pound it opens and I’m pulled into a hug.
“Gee…” I manage to choke out, “I-I thought you l-left me!”
Gerard hugs me tighter and rocks me back and forth, shushing me as I cry, when suddenly he stiffens.
“Frankie, why do you smell like blood?”

Notes

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