Lock the door

I was sick of it. Frustrated at Frank’s social ineptness and at Ray’s anger and life in general. There was going to be more yelling soon, and I didn’t want that. Frank looked close to crying and both Mikey and me were nervous. I had to stop it from escalating. I looked at Mikey. Mikey looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
you sure you really, you know, think this is the right time?
I nodded.
I think so. Probably?
He rolled his eyes and I winced.
I find it hard to trust your judgement, but whatever.
I rolled my eyes.
Its not like you’re not gonna have fun with Ray.
His eyebrows shot up and he blushed a bit before flipping me off. It was a definite I-will-kill-you-later But I just shrugged.
You know its true.
He flipped me off again. Ray looked at us worriedly for a bit, but was distracted from turning back to Frank by Mikey dragging him out of the room. Bob followed after them, but more hesitantly. He really cared for Frank. I felt selfish for a second, but then I didn’t care. I liked being selfish.

“Gerard… Gee?”
I swear my neck cracked, I whipped my head round so fast. He was sitting with his knees up to his chin, agile fingers picking at his toes. His eyes were a little red from emotion and his face was just so delicate and vulnerable, oh god I felt like such a pervert. The way his hair curled enticingly over his eye, I wanted to stroke it, to feel him flush against my chest.

I hesitantly reached forward, brushing the hair out of his eyes. Secretly reveling in the soft touch of his skin.
“How are, how are you feeling Frank?”
He leaned into my hand a bit, seeming to come undone at the edges.
“I’m tired. So tired.”
His voice was rough. I didn’t say anything about the tears I felt drip from his lashes as he nuzzled my hand.
“You were pretty brave, Frankie. I did warn you they were gonna yell.”
“It’s okay. You were right, I kind of was an asshole, but I can’t change that and I don’t know what they expect me to do except apologize.”
I moved my arm from his face to his shoulder and pulled him closer.
“You could start by telling them what it is she’s actually done to you, how about that?”
“But Gee-” There it was again, that adorable nickname “-I’m scared.”
“shhh. It’s okay. They really care about you. I can see it and I only just met them today.”
He put his head on my shoulder and just sighed. He smelled, good. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was like salty sunshine mixed with the sweet smell of alcohol. A little weird, but good. I edged in so I was closer, but this only resulted on his bony elbow digging into my stomach. I tried to scoot sideways but his elbow only dug in further.
“Fuck.” I muttered. He looked up at me, a small frown of confusion on his perfect, messed up face. You can’t blame me for not being able to hold back. He was fucking gorgeous. The cool of his lip-ring surprised me, but I found it kind of hot. I was kissing Frank. His lips were moist and salty. That was probably the blood, but shit, I don’t care.

I pulled away, licking my lips nervously. He looked like a deer caught in the headlamps, frozen in shock. I pushed him off my chest and clumsily tried to stand up.
“I- Uhm, I know its a little soon, I mean, I only met you today- but, um, I really kind of like you.”
I stuttered, he was probably weirded out. He seemed to wake up from a dream and gazed at me dazedly.
“Shit Gerard.”
“What?”
He grabbed my jacket and attempted to kiss me. The first one landed on my eyelid, but he tried again and hit the corner of my mouth. My arms hit the bed behind him and I bit his lower lip, gently. My cheeks flushed as his fingers curled in his hair and he melted against me. I slid my tongue into his mouth, heat and fucking Frank making me dizzy. But then he peeled off of me and leaned back against the bed panting.
“Shit Frank! I’m so sorry, are you hurt?”
He nodded, just a little. But then he glanced around nervously and leaned closer, as if to tell a secret.
“Um. IthinkI’mgayandIlikeyou.”
He said it with such hesitant, sweet sincerity that I burst out laughing.
“You say that after we make out?”
“Oh shut up. This is a first for me. And I wasn’t expecting it after all that just happened.”
He glared at me, but the atmosphere had become serious again.
“I really am sorry Frank. I should’ve, I don’t know but I just wish I could’ve gotten there sooner.”
“You’re an idiot.” His voice was soft but angry. “Ray was right, I should’ve said something. That could’ve helped my mom more than whatever-the-fuck I was doing.”
I reached out and snagged his small hipbones, trying to hug him without jarring his various bruises.
“Oh Frank..” My voice caught. I was tearing up. so damn uncool gerard, so damn uncool.
He just snuggled closer though. I put my chin on top of his head, squeezing him reassuringly.
“Its not your fault, and this is totally inappropriate since I only met you yesterday, but I promise to protect you, okay?”
“We were totally just making out. It’s not more inappropriate than that.”
“Oh shut up.” I hissed into his hair. He tilted his head up, looking up at me happily.
“Thanks, Gee.” he whispered back. I held him for just a little while longer before pulling back. He smiled, light dancing in his mischievous eyes.
“Can we go back to that make-out session?”
I was sorely tempted to say yes, but I didn’t want to accidently hurt him. I sighed.
“Not until you heal.”
He frowned up at me, his tongue spinning his lip-ring. Responsibility sucked. I sighed again and helped him sit up.
“Come on, you still need to properly talk to the others. Not just give them a glimpse and shut them out.”
He rolled his eyes comically and mirrored my dramatic sigh.
“Fiiine.”
I smiled and grabbed hold of his hand. I was glad he was in a better mood.
“See? It’s not going to be quite so much a disaster as five minutes ago.”
“Fuck you and your bi-polar weirdness.”
Laughing I kissed the top of his nose. I felt like I’d known him forever. We’d been kids just yesterday, but I felt like a lifetime had passed since then. I was kind of a weird feeling.

Notes

So I just realized how cliche this was. Even through you people who read it and liked it don't seem to mind it, I'm going to try and make it a little less cliche-y if I can.
I kind of like this chapter (probably because I actually proof-read it and didn't write it at 1am but, hey, whats a girl to do?) so I'm going to try to put more quality into my work and spend a little more time reviewing from now on. There will be more frerard-iness in the next chapter too. I know its a little late in the story even through only one day passed.