Make way for Way

I wrap my bare arms around Frank, him using me as a body pillow. To be honest, I enjoy it. Boys aren't supposed to like that, right? I must be the most girly boy on the planet, then.

I gazed down at the sleepy, unconscious boy in my arms- he looked adorable. A small drabble of spit hung off his lip, dangling above my chest. I took the courtesy to lean my hand over, careful not to awake him, and bring my finger up to his lip to slowly wipe it off. His dark mahogany hair was messy, and even though you couldn't see them, his bright eyes were still sparkling under his eyelids. He let out a little noise, me shifting to comfort him. A drop of liquid appeared on the corner of his eyelashes, and I heard a small whimper coming from his mouth.

"Frank? What's wrong?" I cupped his cheek, trying to shake him conscious. "Frank?"

I gradually became worried at his unresponsiveness, but his eyes were trying to open and his body was trembling. "Frank? Baby?"

His hazel eyes flickered open, meeting his in an instant. As if it was an impulse, he tugged me closer to him, his heavy breath trickling down my neck. He was now sobbing, shaking, and entirely scared. "Are you okay?" I asked, worried for his safety. He took a few moments to catch his unsteady breath before he spoke.

"Oh my God, Gee? You-you're okay... I'm sorry for waking you, I kind of had a nightmare."

Oh, no. Fuck, it may sound silly, but I hated those. And my Frank was shaking, telling me he had one a few instants ago. "What happened?" I was bothered; not by him, but by the fact that he was quivering in my arms, and there wasn't much I could do about it.

"Tell me what happened."

"L-let's go outside, first," he responded, noticing the dimming overshadow of the evening sky out the window. I flipped up the covers, kissing Franks neck before helping him out of bed. "Frank? Here-" I consoled, handing him his clothing. I watched him sway his curved hips, his fingers undoing the disordered clothes. He truly was gorgeous. I glanced away, bending over to pick up mine.

Once we were ready, I led him to the front door downstairs. He grasped the doorknob, opening the entryway and closing it behind us.

The dusk sky was now a murky black, and you could barely see us in the open air. I heard his small gasps, somehow outdoing the faint noises of the crickets in the grass. The streets were empty, cars were lined up and down the street. It was a pretty neighborhood- houses that looked years old, benches with a pond nearby down the road. But I stopped marveling at the scenery to turn my gaze at Frank, who was distantly staring off to the front of us. I tapped his shoulder, getting his attention quickly. "Oh... Sorry," He apologized.

"Don't be. What's wrong? What happened?"

He cleared his throat, trying to be discreet as he could. "If you really want me to tell you... Okay," he went on. "I just- You were dead, Gerard. You committed suicide. You overdosed on pills and left me."

My first reaction was to play that song in my head, it had been stuck there. "And if your heart stops beating," I thought to myself.

Not the time, Gerard.

I took the time to think what he said over, although I couldn't think clearly. Did he just say that I was dead? No.

"Frank... I would never leave you. Do you know how much I'd have to hurt to get to the point where I would ever leave such an amazing person? Frank, listen to me!" I shook him, remembering that after the body and mind endures so much pain, it eventually shuts down. Another pair of tears flowed down his flushed cheeks, his eyes turning bright red. "You are a beautiful person, don't you ever think I would do something so incredibly..." I couldn't finish. Selfish wasn't the word for it. Neither was cowardly.

Without another word, I took his hand, bringing him the half-mile to the small pond.



I stared at the floating lily pads on the water, the drops of water barely making sounds as the crickets chirped once again. Trudging across the muddy grass to the bench, I shifted my body so Frank had room to sit.

"Would you ever leave me? I'm not stupid, Gerard. Don't lie to me," he spoke, his voice stuttering on every other word.

I did nothing else but grab the side of his chest, resting my head on his shoulder as I stared off into space, the beautiful sky and pond catching my eyes. My nose moved a little as I breathed the fresh air in and out. The truth was- I didn't know if I would ever leave him. Not in the way of cheating on him, but in the way of- you know, putting myself six feet under in a casket.

All except for Frank, my life was terrible. I won't go into much detail.

"Frank, listen to me," I grabbed his face, forcing him to look into my dark eyes. "If I ever leave you, commit suicide- you can stomp on my grave because I can promise you that I would never do anything like that on purpose. I wouldn't be that stupid to do that to you and break your heart. You would deserve better."

"...Okay."

And we kissed under the stars.

Notes

Sorry for the sad chapter :( But, not to spoil anything, it works out for them. Don't worry, Gee's not going anywhere any time soon.

So... what do you think so far? It appears I have some people who are fangirling over this :D Thanks so much! :)