It Started With An Alright Scene

Gerard's Pov
He threw the pills out the car window. "Really, Frank. I think you're overreacting." I got out out the car and retrieved the small orange pill bottle. I put them in my coat pocket and hopped back in the car. "Gerard....Please just don't take them until we get them checked out, yeah?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, Mother." He giggled a bit and he started the car. I missed this. Just riding in his car with him. It smelled of vanilla and mint. It was absolutely mesmerizing and I loved every bit of it. I smiled at him and he returned it. He pressed a button on his radio and Float on by Modest Mouse filled the car. Frank and I sang along to it all the way back to his house. When we arrived, he decided that we should leave my bags in his car so that I could take them home later. We walked up to the front door and I smiled. He pulled out the right key and started jiggling it in the lock. While waiting for him I looked around. His grass was getting really tall. It was turning yellow from the fall. I smiled at the big Weeping Willow tree. It hung over the lawn as if it was protecting it from the harsh sky. The weeping willow was turning a pastel color too. Frank would need to do some yard work soon. "Ah, he we are!" I looked over at Frank and saw that he got the door opened. I smiled and he held the door open for me. I walked in and he followed, shutting the door behind him. Absolutely nothing had changed since I'd been here. The coffee mug was even still sitting where I had left it. "Sorry, it's kind of a mess. I didn't really think to clean when they told me I could come pick you up. I kinda just.... left." I gave him a small half smile. "It's perfect, Frankie." He smiled at me and I walked over to him. I snaked my arms around his neck and leaned in. He met me half way. Our lips connected and moved in sync perfectly. I smiled and pulled him toward his bedroom.
(I'M GOING TO LET YOUR IMAGINATIONS GO WHERE THEY MAY.... NOT A SMUT WRITER, SORRY)
I opened my eyes and was greeted with sunlight. I smiled and roll over. The sight of Frankie made me smile. He was curled up into a blanket. I slipped out of the covers, careful not to wake Frank. I slip my boxers on and grab a pair of Frank's pajama pants. I shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the coffee maker. I pored two mugs and began making some toast and bacon. For me, of course. Frank doesn't eat meat. I make him some pancakes. I put it all on a tray and carry it to Frank's room. I set them down on his dresser and walk to Frank's side of the bed. I softly kiss him on the lips. He smiled and his eyes fluttered open. "I missed that." He said quietly. "Missed what?" I asked him. His eyes met mine. "Waking up to your face in the morning." I smiled at him. "Me too, Frankie." I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the tray of food and coffee. I brought them to him and set it down on his bed. We ate and talked about the previous nights actions.
I was washing the dishes from breakfast when I heard a knock at the door. "I got it, Gee!" I continued to wash the dishes until I heard Frank say "Um, Gerard? Can you come here please?" It sounded so weird when he called me by my full name. I turned the corner and saw Frank standing by the door. "Yes?" He looked kind of worried. "Gerard, your parents are here." I furrowed my eyebrows and he opened the door. Sure enough, there they were. My mother wearing a white sweater and jeans and my father wearing a suit and tie. "Hello, Gerard. Can I please ask why the HELL you are here after I told you to end this?" I realized I was still only wearing Frank's pajama pants and slowly backed out of the room. I ran into Frank's room and changed into my clothes. I came back into the living room and saw them all sitting on Frank's couch. When he saw me, Frank stood and rushed over. I took his hand in mine and smiled. "It's okay" I whispered to him and he nodded. We went and sat on the small loveseat in the corner of the room. "Gerard, would you like to answer my question?" I was hesitant before answering her. "I'm here because... I still love him. I can't simply just "break it off". He's my everything, mom. When i'm not with him, and lose myself." I could see the anger in her stone cold eyes. "Gerard, may I speak with you alone?" I shook my head. "Whatever it is, you can say it to both of us." She looked uninterested. "Alright, well do you remember when I told you that if you don't break up with him, then I will do it for you?" I nodded my head not liking where this was going. "Well, Gerard. We are getting a restraining order against Frank. You wont be able to see or contact him until you are old enough to be in a relationship with someone his age." I felt the all of the blood leave my face. I still had a couple of months before I turned 18. I barely lasted a few weeks. What makes them think I'll be able to last that long. I gripped the pills in my pocket. This could all end now... If I wanted it to. And right now, I kind of did.

Notes

I don't really like this chapter... eh. did you guys like it?