Promise Me Till The End You'll Stay By Me?
Please Not Yet...
Franks P.O.V
I blasted my music, not wanting to listen to anything. What Gerard almost did last week scared me to death. He's my best friend. He's like my brother. That's the problem I guess... I love him I honestly do. But not like a brother. I want us to be more than brothers. I want is to be lovers. I want to be his boyfriend, and he mine. We all can't have what we want, yeah, yeah I know I've heard it all before, heck! I've even said it before! And that sucks!! I want him, he doesn't want me. I continued my way to the Way's house because Mikey and I have a project to do for English... Yay! Not. I suck at languages. God I wish I didn't have to do this project. Mikey will force me to do something. Most people just say 'don't do or touch anything I'll do all the work and we can just throw your name on it you little maggot.' which was nice because it meant I could sleep! I know Mikey. He is Gerard's younger brother and we're good friends. Which means. I have to do some work or I get no credit for doing it and fail, then I'll be grounded for life and never see Gerard expect for school. I walk ever so slowly to Mikey's house hoping none of the meatheads also known as 'the jocks' or 'the populars'. God I hate them. I want them all to disappear.
Shortly I was at the before stated house of the one and only Gerard Way, only I was here for his brother. I knocked out of politeness before just walking in, I knew they considered me family in this house by now.
“Mikey?” I called, my voice echoing through the house. When there was no response I began to look around, searching through each of the rooms and calling his name. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but as I was searching a soft sound caught my attention.
The noise was coming from Gerard’s room, something that almost sounded like a hiccup. I tiptoed softly to his room, making sure my footsteps were silent. I slowly peeked my head around the door, stifling the sharp gasp that threatened to reveal my presence at what I saw.
Gerard was sitting on the floor, legs splayed out in front of him. There were tear tracks down his face, and his sniffling hiccups filled the room. My eyes traveled away from the empty expression in his eyes down to his hand, in which there was a nearly half gone bottle of vodka. Suddenly I understood what was going on, my theory confirmed by the open pill bottle beside him. I felt my eyes water and I covered my mouth with my hand, quickly stepping around the corner, not caring if he saw me.
“Gerard!” I gasped, my own tears beginning to trail down my face. I rushed to his side, quickly checking the pill bottle and breathing an enormous sigh of relief to find it still full of pills. I quickly turned to him, his head now partially lolled towards me. He squinted at me, as though he were trying to distinguish the features of my face.
“Frankie?” he croaked hoarsely, his head tilting in confusion. I quickly stroked his face a little, the reaction I usually had when I tried to let someone know I was there.
“Yes Gee, it’s me, Gee what are you doing?” I asked, keeping all anger out of my voice but not managing to mask the hurt.
Gerard cringed but replied “ ‘M making it better…” I felt my eyes water more and took a deep breath, willing myself not to cry.
“This won’t make anything better Gee.” I whispered, my hand going to pry the bottle from his fingers. He gripped it tighter, his grip remarkably strong for his obvious half-drunken state.
“No!” he moaned, trying to keep his hold on it. “Stop it Frankie… I have to… to make it better… fix… everything…” he slurred slightly, whining pitifully as I yanked the bottle from his hands.
“No Gerard. You can’t do this.” I stated firmly, pushing the pills and vodka far out of his reach. His arms stretched out towards them but fell limp when he realized they were too far away.
“Why Frankie?” he began to cry, little wails leaving him. “Why won’t you let me? I’m d-doing it to h-help you… no one n-needs me…”
I felt my heart break at his words and I pulled him into a hug, holding him close to me. “Don’t ever say that Gerard. Lots of people need you, myself included. I need my best friend.” Tears fell down my cheeks as I thought If only you knew how much… but I said nothing of it, we only had a brotherly love, at least to Gerard anyways.
He latched onto my shirt, crawling onto my lap and burying his face in my chest. His tears were pouring down his face and soaking my shirt, but I didn’t care. I just wanted my friend to stay alive. I rubbed his back soothingly, stroking his hair in a way that I hoped was comforting. After a while I lifted his chin gently. I looked into his eyes, and said what I needed to.
“To the end, right?”
He nodded, going to rebury his face a second later. I didn’t protest, just holding and rocking and comforting him.
We stayed like that for a long while, him crying and me soothing. Eventually his crying had subsided into sniffling, and I just remained where I was to keep him calm.
Mikey came home about an hour later, calling for me and finding me in Gerard’s room, my arms still around him with his fragile frame still curled up to me. By now he was quiet, just the occasional sniffle. Mikey raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak but I hushed him with one warning glance. I turned to Gerard, brushing some hair from his face.
“Gee, are you gonna be okay down here?” I asked softly, looking down at his face. He nodded slightly.
“Yes Frankie…” he rasped. I gave him a gentle smile, and another gentle hug.
“I have to go work with Mikey now, but just tell us if you need anything.” I murmured, brushing some more hair from his face before gently picking him up and placing him on his bed. I then grabbed the vodka and pills, bringing them with me as I went to go work on the project with Mikey.
I blasted my music, not wanting to listen to anything. What Gerard almost did last week scared me to death. He's my best friend. He's like my brother. That's the problem I guess... I love him I honestly do. But not like a brother. I want us to be more than brothers. I want is to be lovers. I want to be his boyfriend, and he mine. We all can't have what we want, yeah, yeah I know I've heard it all before, heck! I've even said it before! And that sucks!! I want him, he doesn't want me. I continued my way to the Way's house because Mikey and I have a project to do for English... Yay! Not. I suck at languages. God I wish I didn't have to do this project. Mikey will force me to do something. Most people just say 'don't do or touch anything I'll do all the work and we can just throw your name on it you little maggot.' which was nice because it meant I could sleep! I know Mikey. He is Gerard's younger brother and we're good friends. Which means. I have to do some work or I get no credit for doing it and fail, then I'll be grounded for life and never see Gerard expect for school. I walk ever so slowly to Mikey's house hoping none of the meatheads also known as 'the jocks' or 'the populars'. God I hate them. I want them all to disappear.
Shortly I was at the before stated house of the one and only Gerard Way, only I was here for his brother. I knocked out of politeness before just walking in, I knew they considered me family in this house by now.
“Mikey?” I called, my voice echoing through the house. When there was no response I began to look around, searching through each of the rooms and calling his name. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but as I was searching a soft sound caught my attention.
The noise was coming from Gerard’s room, something that almost sounded like a hiccup. I tiptoed softly to his room, making sure my footsteps were silent. I slowly peeked my head around the door, stifling the sharp gasp that threatened to reveal my presence at what I saw.
Gerard was sitting on the floor, legs splayed out in front of him. There were tear tracks down his face, and his sniffling hiccups filled the room. My eyes traveled away from the empty expression in his eyes down to his hand, in which there was a nearly half gone bottle of vodka. Suddenly I understood what was going on, my theory confirmed by the open pill bottle beside him. I felt my eyes water and I covered my mouth with my hand, quickly stepping around the corner, not caring if he saw me.
“Gerard!” I gasped, my own tears beginning to trail down my face. I rushed to his side, quickly checking the pill bottle and breathing an enormous sigh of relief to find it still full of pills. I quickly turned to him, his head now partially lolled towards me. He squinted at me, as though he were trying to distinguish the features of my face.
“Frankie?” he croaked hoarsely, his head tilting in confusion. I quickly stroked his face a little, the reaction I usually had when I tried to let someone know I was there.
“Yes Gee, it’s me, Gee what are you doing?” I asked, keeping all anger out of my voice but not managing to mask the hurt.
Gerard cringed but replied “ ‘M making it better…” I felt my eyes water more and took a deep breath, willing myself not to cry.
“This won’t make anything better Gee.” I whispered, my hand going to pry the bottle from his fingers. He gripped it tighter, his grip remarkably strong for his obvious half-drunken state.
“No!” he moaned, trying to keep his hold on it. “Stop it Frankie… I have to… to make it better… fix… everything…” he slurred slightly, whining pitifully as I yanked the bottle from his hands.
“No Gerard. You can’t do this.” I stated firmly, pushing the pills and vodka far out of his reach. His arms stretched out towards them but fell limp when he realized they were too far away.
“Why Frankie?” he began to cry, little wails leaving him. “Why won’t you let me? I’m d-doing it to h-help you… no one n-needs me…”
I felt my heart break at his words and I pulled him into a hug, holding him close to me. “Don’t ever say that Gerard. Lots of people need you, myself included. I need my best friend.” Tears fell down my cheeks as I thought If only you knew how much… but I said nothing of it, we only had a brotherly love, at least to Gerard anyways.
He latched onto my shirt, crawling onto my lap and burying his face in my chest. His tears were pouring down his face and soaking my shirt, but I didn’t care. I just wanted my friend to stay alive. I rubbed his back soothingly, stroking his hair in a way that I hoped was comforting. After a while I lifted his chin gently. I looked into his eyes, and said what I needed to.
“To the end, right?”
He nodded, going to rebury his face a second later. I didn’t protest, just holding and rocking and comforting him.
We stayed like that for a long while, him crying and me soothing. Eventually his crying had subsided into sniffling, and I just remained where I was to keep him calm.
Mikey came home about an hour later, calling for me and finding me in Gerard’s room, my arms still around him with his fragile frame still curled up to me. By now he was quiet, just the occasional sniffle. Mikey raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak but I hushed him with one warning glance. I turned to Gerard, brushing some hair from his face.
“Gee, are you gonna be okay down here?” I asked softly, looking down at his face. He nodded slightly.
“Yes Frankie…” he rasped. I gave him a gentle smile, and another gentle hug.
“I have to go work with Mikey now, but just tell us if you need anything.” I murmured, brushing some more hair from his face before gently picking him up and placing him on his bed. I then grabbed the vodka and pills, bringing them with me as I went to go work on the project with Mikey.
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12/4/14