I looked up at Gerard, my breathing finally slowing as the tears came to a stop. His eyes were closed as he hummed a melody, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I loosened my hands, my knuckles cracking audibly as I moved them. I shifted positions slightly, Gerard's eyes snapping open, a smile crossing his face as he looked at me. I managed to untangle myself and climb to my feet, my eyes darting around the dark play park. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Getting on for eleven." Gerard responded as he stretched out his back.
"Why did you chase me?" I asked. "No-one chases me. I'm not worth it."
"Because I know what it feels like to be so completely alone. I know what it feels like to have no-one there and I know how it tears a person apart. I chased you because you needed someone and right at that moment in time, I was the only one there for you." He explained, his face showing a degree of seriousness I had never see before. "I couldn't leave you like that."
"Thank you." I muttered as he climbed to his feet and reached his hand out, taking mine and tugging me towards the brightly lit street.

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I climbed the stairs towards my bedroom, grateful that James and John had chosen to leave me alone, to let me drown in my thoughts instead of quizzing why I came home so late with red ringed eyes and my hand wrapped tightly around Gerard's.

When we had said goodbye, I watched after him with longing weighing heavily on my chest, my eyes following him down the street until I could see him no more. Even now, thirty minutes later, all I could think about was the way he held me and let me cry, how he didn't question why I didn't expand, how he just stayed there for me, a silent beacon of hope in the otherwise dark world that was my life.

I shivered as I stripped down and climbed into bed, setting an alarm for the morning and closing my eyes, sobs fighting to break free as I tried to fall asleep.

"Leave him the fuck alone!" I yelled, my eyes on the figure on the floor, my gaze occasionally darting the the person who was walking slowly closer. I slid closer to the figure on the floor, tugging his limp body onto my lap, wrapping my arms around him.
"He will be mine." The standing figure sneered. "He will be like the others. He will leave you like the others."
"No! You're not taking him!" I shouted, my eyes filling with tears. "You can't have him."

The figure laughed as he reached out his hand, brushing it against the tears streaming down my face. "Looks like you care about him. Even better." He sneered.
"NO!" I yelled. "You cannot have him!" The shadow stepped closer, his face filled with glee as he grabbed the boy's wrist and tugged him towards him, my hands sticky with blood, his blood.

I screamed as the figure descended upon his hapless victim, laughing manically as I fought to get closer, to prevent the limp person being harmed. "You won't succeed." Laughed the shadow.

"Gerard will die." Laughed the figure as my world went black.

I lay still, staring at my ceiling, my heart thumping rhythmically against my chest. My phone told me I only had thirty minutes till I needed to get ready for school, leaving me with thirty minutes of nothing to do. My eyes wandered to my guitar, my fingers itching to pick it up and play. I refused, knowing full well if I got into playing now, I would refuse to put it down which would result in me skipping school.

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I stood in front of my locker, my head against the cold metal as I prepared myself for the long day ahead. A sigh escaped my lips as the bell rang in the distance. I slung my bag back over my shoulder and wandered down the halls, my eyes searching out Gerard because we shared the same homeroom. His words from yesterday rang in my ears and I sighed, realizing that I would have to search for Mr Belzicky's homeroom on my own. "Frank!" A voice yelled from behind me, my heart rate speeding up as someone laid there hand on my shoulder.
"Fuck Gerard, don't do that." I squeaked as I turned around to face him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I couldn't leave you to face your first day alone now could I?" He asked, a smile spreading across his face as he led me into a classroom.

We sat at the back, Gerard's head on the desk in front of him, my eyes roaming the back of the heads of everyone else in the classroom. I didn't recognize anyone and the teacher didn't seem to bothered about the smoking or the foul language, not that I cared either, but it felt strange that he just sat there, his head in his hands. "Gerard, what you got first?" I asked, my voice almost silent in the noise of the classroom.
"Art." He grumbled, his forehead still glued to the table in front of him. "Shit." He muttered before he climbed to his feet, grabbed his bag and ran from the room. I climbed to my feet and followed him, the jacket from the back of his chair clasped in my fingers.

"Gerard?" I called as I walked into the bathroom. "What's wrong?"
"Go away!" He shouted back, his words rushed.
"Why, what's wrong?" I asked again, turning the lock on the main door.
"Just, uh... leave me alone?" He pleaded, more as a question than a statement.
"Gerard, tell me what's wrong." I ordered, the strength in my voice shocking me.
"Just... unwanted reactions to certain things." He said, his voice showing confusion.
"What reactions and what things?" I pushed.
"You and uh, you're not getting the reaction." He whispered.
"Why not?" I asked as I slid to the floor my back against the wall.
"Because it's not supposed to be like this. I'm not meant to..." He explained, his voice getting so low towards the end that I couldn't hear what he was saying.
"You're not meant to what Gee?" I asked. He didn't answer, his back sliding down the wall behind me. "Gerard?"
"Fall for you. I'm not meant to fall for you." He sighed, worry in his voice.

I sat still, my heart thumping as his words echoed in my head. He was falling for me. Gerard, the person I dreamed about, was falling for me.

"Frank?" He asked, his toes pressed against the toes of my sneakers. "Frank, what's wrong?" I looked up at him, my eyes filling with tears.
"Why not?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
"It's been two days since I met you Frank. Two days." He explained, crouching down so he was at my level. "I can't fall for you yet, not without hurting you."
"But Gerard..." I whispered.
"No Frank. There is so much about me that you don't know and I can't let myself fall for you without telling you so it gives you a chance to accept it or not." I looked up at him, my eyes glazed over, my gaze darting from his eyes to the floor.
"I don't care what's wrong with you, if there is even anything wrong. I am such a huge fuck up that I don't care. I just...Please?" I pleaded, looking directly into his eyes. "Please don't say you're not meant to because you are. I know you are Gerard. We are meant to fall for each other, I just know it. Don't ever say that because I don't want to be alone and if you're not there then I am alone."
"Frank..." He muttered, his voice hoarse. Gerard reached his hand out, his thumb stroking my cheek as he leant his forehead against mine. "I said I wasn't meant to, not that I would stop it."

I looked up, my eyes filled with hope. I reached my arms out, leaning one over his shoulders, the other tangled in his hair as I crashed my lips to his, relaxing back in his embrace, sliding further down the wall until he was practically lying on me. I pulled back to take a deep breath, my eyes looking anywhere but at Gerard. Our breathing was heavy, matched perfectly in pace, my heart thumping against my chest as I wrapped my arms around Gerard.

"I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to." Gerard whispered.

Notes

So, two updates in one day (might actually be three, not too sure).

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