I stood by Gerard's locker with my headphones in, Misfits blasting out loud enough for everyone to hear. In my pocket was a crumpled up piece of paper with a note. I had read the words over and over since I found it but I refused to believe they were true.

Mikey had text me before I left this morning telling me that Gerard was ill and he wouldn't be coming into school, so I knew I wouldn't see him but I still waited for him to turn up. I guess I just needed a little bit of reassurance that he was okay.

"Frank!" Yelled Mikey as he ran up to me, his face red. "How long have you been stood here?"
"About 20 minutes." I muttered as I pulled out my headphones.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he studied my face. I shook my head, my hand tightening around the paper in my pocket. "Frank, you can't lie to me."
"Tim had to go back to the care home, at least until they sort everything out with John." I explained, giving one of the many reasons I felt down.
"Is that it?" He asked, gaining a nod in reply. "Fine, come round? I think James is coming for dinner."
"Sure." I whispered as I tugged my bag back onto my shoulder.

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"Hi Mrs Way." I greeted as I walked through the front door, hot on Mikey's heels.
"Frank, call me Donna." She scolded as she took my coat and carried it into the kitchen. "James should be here in about an hour so occupy yourselves."
"Thanks Donna." I replied as I followed Mikey up the stairs.
"He's in bed, so keep quite if you wanna go see him." Mikey explained as we came to a stop outside the door.
"Thanks." I muttered as I pushed the door open.

My eyes landed on Gerard's bed, straining to see him in the dark room. I heard the rustle of covers as he rolled over, his arm hanging over the side of the bed. "Gee?" I whispered as I stepped closer.
"Mhhmmblelsmmm." He murmured as I stopped in front of him.
"Gee, baby, I'm here." I muttered as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I took in his pale skin, the sheen of sweat coating everything as he moved, his eyes flickering under the light from the hallway. Another stream of incomprehensible words left his mouth before he rolled onto his front, burying his face in the pillows beneath him. I gingerly reached out my hand and stroked the hair away from Gerard's face, wincing as I saw the dark bruises under his eyes.

"Oh baby." I whispered, kicking off my shoes and laying down next to him. I slid my arms around Gerard's waist and lay flush against his back. With my forehead against Gerard's chest, I finally managed to calm down, the note in my pocket momentarily forgotten. Sweat stuck Gerard's shirt to his back, his breathing heavy as he rolled over again, his head on my chest.

"Love you." He muttered, one arm slung lazily over my stomach.
"I love you too." I whispered, my lips pressed briefly to his forehead. "Now sleep Gee."
"Can't." Gerard replied.
"Why not baby? You won't get better."
"'Cuz I have someone hot in my bed." He slurred. I felt a blush creep over my cheeks and attempted to hide it before replying.
"Gee, sleep or I leave." I ordered, tightening my grip around his shoulders. He sighed loudly before curling up smaller and closing his eyes, his breathing steadying as he fell asleep.

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A bright light and a loud bang startled me, sitting up as I felt around for Gerard. The bed was still warm so he couldn't have been gone that long, and footsteps echoed along the corridor. I climbed to my feet and followed the sounds, stopping with my hand on the bathroom door. "Gerard?" I called.
"Go away Frank." He snapped, coughing brutally.
"Gee, I wanna help." I whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to face Mikey.
"Mom said dinner's ready, but it doesn't look like he'll be wanting any." I shook my head as I sank to the floor, waiting patiently for Gerard to finish throwing up. Mikey stayed stood next to me, his arms folded over his chest.
"What?" I asked.
"Mom wants you to come down." He said. I sighed and climbed to my feet, glancing over my shoulder at Gerard before following Mikey down the stairs.

I smiled at James before wrapping my arms around him, pulling back after nodding at his unspoken question before pulling back and sitting down. I accepted the plate offered to me and swirled my fork through the mashed potatoes, putting some in my mouth as Mikey looked at me, confusion etched into his features.

A glass of orange juice was placed in front of me, a hand on my shoulder startling me. "Frank, what's wrong?" Asked James.
"Don't feel too good." I whispered, the gentle crinkle of the paper in my pocket making my heart ache.
"Want to talk about it?" He asked. I hesitated before shaking my head, chewing on my bottom lip. "Frank." James said, his eyebrow raised.

I sighed and pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket, straightening it before placing it on the table. "Who wrote it?" Asked Donna, her eyes on the paper.
"Dunno." I shrugged my shoulders.
"What does it mean?" She asked as she read the words.
"Obviously it means someone wants to do something to Gerard." I whispered as I fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt. "I gotta go see Gee." I whispered as I pushed my chair back from the table.

I pushed open his door, my eyes dropping as I saw Gerard stood in front of the mirror. "Did I...?" I began. Gerard nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth. "I am so sorry." I muttered as I ran my fingers down the scratches coating his back.
"Don't be." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. "It shows how much you love me." I smirked as he rested his chin against my head, my arms tight around his waist.

I tiptoed and pressed my lips to Gerard's, my fingers tangling in his hair as our tongues met. I pushed him backwards until the back of his knees met his bed, his arms flailing as he fell backwards. "I wanna be with you forever." Gerard growled as I curled up against his chest.
"I'm your forever anyway." I whispered.
"Marry me." Gerard said, his voice strong. I hesitated momentarily before nodding. I slid my body up Gerard's, leaning down and pressing my lips to his. Gerard slid his hands down my body, stopping on my ass. My breath caught in my throat as I slid my hands down his torso, my hands sliding into the top of his pants.

He flinched as my cold hands brushed his flesh. I carefully began stroking him, sliding my lips down his neck as I began to suck and nip at his skin. Gerard slid his hands into my pants and held me closer, moaning as I bit his neck. "Frankie..." He moaned. "My mom..."
"I'll be quite." I whispered as I tugged at the button, pulling his pants over his thighs.

A grin crossed my lips when I saw he was going commando, his erection springing free as soon as I had his pants down. He gasped as I wrapped my lips around him, my hands pinning him to the bed. I swirled my tongue around the tip, licking off the precum as Gerard forced my pants down, not even worrying about the zipper. In one move, he flipped us over and thrust into me.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. Gerard grinned as he placed his hand over my mouth, reminding me to be quiet. I grinned and licked his hand, wrapping my hands around his neck as I brought his lips down to meet mine. As I thrust my hips to meet his, I had an idea.

I wrapped my legs around Gerard's waist and flipped us so I was on top, Gerard's hands on my waist as he tried to hit my spot again. I started stroking myself in time with my thrusts. I felt waves rush over my stomach as I cam all over my hand, Gerard coming soon after.

I lay down next to him, my arm flung lazily over his chest. I snuggled into Gerard's neck as my breathing evened out. "I love you." I whispered as I pressed my lips to his neck.
"I love you too." Gerard replied as he tugged me closer, his lips skimming every inch of skin he could reach.

A cool breeze skimmed over my legs, the curtains blowing to the side with the wind. My t-shirt was stuck to my back with sweat, my lips brushing over Gerard's chest. "Never leave." I whispered.
"I won't." He replied.

"What the hell is this?" Donna yelled, the bang of the door against the wall causing us both to jump, scrambling to tug the blankets over us. "What the hell are you doing in my son's bed?"
"Mom..." Gerard whispered, his cheeks red.
"No!" She yelled. "Get dressed and get out!" I nodded as I pulled my pants on, using the blanket to cover myself as I fought with the zipper.

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James sat opposite me, his eyes on the TV as the opening credits to some crime show rolled up. "Were you being careful?" He asked, not looking at me.
"Yeah." I replied, my cheeks going red.
"Promise?" James asked me.
"Yeah, we used condoms..." I whispered.
"That's not what I meant Frank. He didn't..." James paused. "Force you?"
"No. We tried before but I wasn't ready so he said we could wait."
"Good." James muttered. "Just so long as you're careful." I nodded even though James couldn't see me.

"Is it meant to hurt?" I asked, chewing the inside of my lip.
"It does the first few times. It just takes a while to get used to it but when you know what it feels like, it's amazing. It turns into bliss and it just feels normal." James explained, turning to face me. "You know, you could have come to me if you needed to ask anything..."
"I know... I was scared. I thought you would hate me for doing it so young and that you would rant at me."
"Frank, you are almost an adult. You can make your own choices in life. If you really love Gerard, then it explains why you chose him. Just be careful." James said, his eyes on me.
"Thank you." I whispered as I looked at the TV, accepting James' offer of a hug and relaxed into his arms, my eyes heavy.

Notes

So, this chapter is dedicated to @killallyourfriends_ because you are such an amazing friend an are there for me with everything.

So, let me know what you think....

Also know that I have the last chapter completely written so it's just finding the time to write everything that leads up to it..


love you all.