Sex and violence.

Frank and Gerard have been driving for almost a half hour as snow began to fall, l landing on the windshield. Frank kept his eyes on the road and the other boy kept his eyes out the window, his hand still in Frank's.

"How long are we driving for?" Gerard asked, tearing his gaze off the window.

"Whenever you want to stop." Frank responded, rubbing his thumb over Gerard's hand.

"What about that place over there." Gerard pointed to a lit up building up the road.

"Whatever you want princess." Frank said as he turned his blinker on and drove through the parking lot.


"Need help?" Frank asked as Gerard tried getting out of the truck, his legs still really sore from treatment.

"No, I got it." Gerard said as he tried jumping out of the truck, only to slip on the wet snow on the ground. Landing in Frank's arms as he almost fell backwards.

"You sure?" Frank smirked, Gerard just blushed from the embarrassment as they walked into the bar-restaurant.

Once inside Gerard once again started to feel uncomfortable as the place was crowded with people and loud music, his hand gripping on tighter to Frank's. He noticed, turning his head to Gerard. Looking at his face as the colored neon lights colored his face.

"You alright?" He asked, squeezing his hand back.

"Yeah.. let's just sit down." Gerard whispered, tugging on Frank's hand as he lead them to a table in the back away from the bar.

"So.." Frank said as the two boys across from each other.

"So.." Gerard repeated as he re adjusted his hat.

"It's 2014 now." Frank said, trying to make eye contact with Gerard but failed as his green eyes laid on his lap.

"Yeah." Gerard said bluntly.

"I think I'm gonna call dad," Frank said, standing up from the table. "You coming?" He asked. Gerard shook his head.

Frank shrugged before walking out of the restaurant.
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"Hey Dad-"

"Where the hell are you? It's four in the morning where are you? Where's Gerard? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, dad he's fine. We're just up north a little bit for a new year's party. We're fine."

"When do you think you'll be home?"

"Um.. late tomorrow or Monday I guess."

"Frank, Gerard has to be back at the hospital Monday and you have school!"

"Yeah, I know! It's just crazy, it's snowing pretty bad."

"Then be safe! I don't want either of you getting hurt. Now, can I talk to Gerard?"

"He's inside.."

"Oh.. that's fine I guess. Call me when you both are together, got it?" Frank's dad warned Frank in his best "father" voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Love you." Frank said, hanging up the phone. Shoving his hands back in his pockets as the cold bit his skin, pulling one hand back out as he took hold of his cigarette box, taking one out and lighting it.

He took a long drag before watching the smoke float in the air, mixing with the snow.
After finishing up, he carried on back inside, meeting up with Gerard at the table. His head hung over his body.

"Hey." Frank said, sitting back down in his original spot.

Gerard lifted his tear stained face, Frank frowning at the sight.

"Don't be sad." He said, brushing his hand on his face, Gerard just ducked his face away. "Gerard?" Frank said, his voice a little more worried.

"Stop." Gerard said, his voice cracked with tears.

"Gerard.." Frank whispered, his hand trying to meet with Gerard's but he only pulled it away.

"N-no." He muttered. Frank's heart began to sink lower.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Gerard.. you're not fine.. just please talk to me." Frank whispered, trying to meet up with his eyes, trying to grab his hands. Anything to feel like he loves him.

"Just why?" Gerard said before breaking out in sobs.

"Why, what?" Frank asked, his body shaking in sync with Gerard's.

"Why are you with me.. I'm just.. I'm just going to die."

Frank's body stopped, not being able to do anything while the words rang in his ears.

"Gerard.."

"It's true! It's not stomach cancer.. it's... it's leukemia.."

"So.. so the radiation didn't help.." Frank whispered.

"It didn't do shit!" Gerard burst out into tears.

"It's.. it's okay Gerard.. you're not gonna die okay. I promise.."

"Don't say things you can't keep.." Gerard said, looking up to Frank while his eyes stayed bloodshot.

"You are not going to die! No one's going to let you, we all love you." Frank tried smiling, tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

Gerard stayed silent.

"This means you're not going to lose your hair again.. right?"

"No, I won't."

"How about when you hair grows back we can dye it a cool color, yeah?" Frank suggested, trying to smile.

Gerard smiled too, "alright."

Notes

I'm still sick, right after my birthday, geez. But I've been updating a lot. Yeah.

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