Dead! - Frerard

I didn’t even mean to say I hated poor Gerard. I probably hurt him, he’s very sensitive, and sometimes he’s over sensitive without knowing. I thought too much about this that night, after Gerard had fallen asleep. What I’d give for Gerard to be alive, or me a ghost. I’d give fucking loads.
I didn’t sleep at all because my stitches were itchy and all I could think was “Oh, shit. School…”
Gerard woke me up at 5am. I had no clue why until I looked outside. It was snowing. It was cold and December may I add, but 5 in the morning is early, fuck. “Snowball fights, Frank! And, and snow angels and snowmen and….snow.” Gerard said, spinning me round and flying round in circles.
“It’s another problem for me, Gerard.” I mumbled. He stopped swirling round me.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll just get bombed with snowballs and ice blocks at school. I’ll end up sitting in the corner at lunch and get ice water thrown at me. It isn’t fun.” Gerard’s face dropped. He moved closer to me and hugged me.
“Wanna skip school today?” He murmured. I nodded and smiled. We stumbled back over to my bed, avoiding comics and paper and fell over each other. Gerard pinned me down and pressed his mouth on mine. He pushed me further into the sheets, as far as I would go, and forced his crotch against mine. “Mmm- ngh…” I whimpered. Gerard pulled his tongue out my mouth for a moment. “Gerard?”
“Yeah?” Gerard whispered.
“How long will you be here for?” I asked.
“As long as I need or want to stay here.”
“No like, do ghosts like……die again or…?”
“No. There’s only one way you can get rid of a ghost, burn it.” I frowned. Burn it? How if you can’t see it? Wait, that was stupid.
“Oh….okay.” I said. Gee frowned and pulled me into him. The room felt cold and dull, but warming in a way. No pun intended. “I love you, Gee.”
“Aw, love you too. I love snow too and I know a way we can both play.”

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