Bullets
The light behind your eyes.
"What happened?" Gerard stood up from his spot at the table, slowly examining the scene. "F-Frank? A-are you O-Ok?"
"N--No G-Gerard. I'm going to d-die." I let out a large cry, letting it all out like a three year old. Gerard ran over, Mikey still glued to his seat at the kitchen, watching us in confusion.
"Who did this?" Gerard hollered, clasping the rock.
"I-it's ok, Frank. I'll find the person who did this, and they will be sorry!"
"I already know," I whispered, moving into just a slight sob. "Ray. Ray Toro. He's been my best friend for years, but ever since you started being nice to me..." Gerard gave me a look of anger, telling me to shut up about our relationship from before while we were in front of Mikey. In return, I frowned, rolling my eyes. He growled a little bit, something I was use to. "Whatever. I'll find Ray and I will make that son of a bitch wish he was never born!"
"Gerard... Don't worry about it. I can handle it."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I mean, come on. This man licks crayons, and I mean jeez! Have you seen his hair?"
"Well, I guess you're right... I guess we should go back to our food now..." Gerard's voice had a trace of worry and awkwardness.
"Y-yeah..."
After we finished our food, Mikey left, leaving me and Gerard to clean up the glass.
"Do you remember what I said about telling people about our relationship?" Gerard growled, anger slightly filling his cold, dark, brown eyes.
"How the fuck else was I suppose to tell you?" My voiced sounded a little more harsh than I had intended. Anger suddenly flooded Gerard's eyes. Gritting his teeth, Gerard leaned forward, grabbing my shoulder, pinning me to the wall.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He hissed. He raised his hand, in the act of making harsh contact to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting a hard slap across the face with his cold hand. He must've slowed his hand down before making contact with my face, because all I felt were warm, soft fingertips, tracing my cheek.
"It's ok," He whispered. "Just try not to do it again."
I fluttered my eyes open in shock, seeing that Gerard's eyes had now been staring into mine, originating to its normal delicate, soft brown color. With one hand already softly browsing my face, the other one was more towards my waist.
I hung my arms on Gerard's neck, observing all the details on his brightened face.
As some may find it weird for two guys to be kneeling face to face against the wall, exploring the top half of each other's warm bodies, I found it very comforting. After all the beatings, after all the harsh words shared, after everything, there was a light.
A bright one.
"N--No G-Gerard. I'm going to d-die." I let out a large cry, letting it all out like a three year old. Gerard ran over, Mikey still glued to his seat at the kitchen, watching us in confusion.
"Who did this?" Gerard hollered, clasping the rock.
"I-it's ok, Frank. I'll find the person who did this, and they will be sorry!"
"I already know," I whispered, moving into just a slight sob. "Ray. Ray Toro. He's been my best friend for years, but ever since you started being nice to me..." Gerard gave me a look of anger, telling me to shut up about our relationship from before while we were in front of Mikey. In return, I frowned, rolling my eyes. He growled a little bit, something I was use to. "Whatever. I'll find Ray and I will make that son of a bitch wish he was never born!"
"Gerard... Don't worry about it. I can handle it."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I mean, come on. This man licks crayons, and I mean jeez! Have you seen his hair?"
"Well, I guess you're right... I guess we should go back to our food now..." Gerard's voice had a trace of worry and awkwardness.
"Y-yeah..."
After we finished our food, Mikey left, leaving me and Gerard to clean up the glass.
"Do you remember what I said about telling people about our relationship?" Gerard growled, anger slightly filling his cold, dark, brown eyes.
"How the fuck else was I suppose to tell you?" My voiced sounded a little more harsh than I had intended. Anger suddenly flooded Gerard's eyes. Gritting his teeth, Gerard leaned forward, grabbing my shoulder, pinning me to the wall.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He hissed. He raised his hand, in the act of making harsh contact to my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting a hard slap across the face with his cold hand. He must've slowed his hand down before making contact with my face, because all I felt were warm, soft fingertips, tracing my cheek.
"It's ok," He whispered. "Just try not to do it again."
I fluttered my eyes open in shock, seeing that Gerard's eyes had now been staring into mine, originating to its normal delicate, soft brown color. With one hand already softly browsing my face, the other one was more towards my waist.
I hung my arms on Gerard's neck, observing all the details on his brightened face.
As some may find it weird for two guys to be kneeling face to face against the wall, exploring the top half of each other's warm bodies, I found it very comforting. After all the beatings, after all the harsh words shared, after everything, there was a light.
A bright one.
@Decay Solstice
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