"Frank." I heard the voice say my name. It sounded familiar, but I wasn't wanting to respond. "Iero!"
I shot up out of my bed. Gerard was in one of the darkest corner of my room. "What the hell Gerard?How-"
"Don't worry about it." He smirked as he crept out of the shadow.
"Why are you here?"
"I decided to pop into your dream for awhile."
"Dream?" I asked.
"Um yeah, you're dreaming, Frank." He smirked again. I tried to wake up but I couldn't. "How bout no." He started. "As long as I'm here, in your dream," he paused and got intensely close to my face and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, "you can't wake up." He locked his gaze into my eyes. I felt like I was frozen, underneath his spell. You could have even said I was sorta scared.
"Well, I guess I've been holding you for too long. And because we've covered the basics of what's gunna happen when I come back, I guess you can wake up."

I shot up from my bed. I was breathing heavily, feeling the release of Gerard's stare. I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to catch my breath. I got up to get water. As I was walking, I passed a mirror. I cringed at my reflection. I felt my face stay paralyzed and kept walking. The clock on the oven said that it was too early for me to be awake. I went back to bed, hopeful in not being able to dream.

I started at my ceiling until my eyes felt heavy. I was out before I could even try to open my eyes again. Hopefully, I could sleep until my mother gets back from work.

•Monday•
I was anxious to see Gerard. It was just a dream. Of course it was. Thank god nothing happened... I don't know if I would be able to strain myself if it did. But you know, it's not like he cares for me anyway.
"Frank!" I heard his crisp voice, deep and a little sexy. "Wait up!" He yelled again.
"Hey Gerard." I said softly.
"Are you okay?" He quickly turned my head towards his, checking for more bruises.
"My mom kicked him out. He's not coming back." I ressured him. He looked at me confused.
"Then why do you sound sad?"
"I didn't get a lot of sleep over the weekend, that's all."
"Dreaming, I bet."
"Most of it was my ribs. But yeah I dreamt a lot too."
"I bet." He smirked and I was confused.

It it was the first time we talked all day. I just wanted my bed. Everyone knows that I love my bed and I'd rather be there than be here with peasants. My day was filled with teacher yelling, people picking on me and the constant reminder of my dream. Why did I let it bother me so much? It was just a dream. Everything was going to be better when I slept. Or so I thought.

Notes

Short. But updated.
im sorry it took me all day to write it.
I had tons of people at my house today.
My mom got me two new mcr shirts and I call one my Gee Tee.
anyway.
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