Take Me Away (Frerard)

"Mikey!" I shout as I chase him out of the hospital, "Please, listen to me."

"No!" he shouts back over his shoulder, "You don't understand!"

"Maybe I could try to understand if you told me something!" I counter but he ignores my please and continues making his way to his car. I rush up and grab onto the driver's side door before he opens it.

"What do you want Frank?" he grunts.

"I want to try to understand." I say and he glares at me.

"Understand what?" he yells, and I jump a little, "Understand that I'm in love with you and then I see you go and kiss my brother. Not just my brother, but my mentally ill brother whose locked up in a mental institution!"

"Mikey...I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, I'm not done!" he interrupts, "Gerard can't love you back the way I can. He'll only hurt you in the end."

"You don't know that." I whisper, shaking my head.

"I do know that I love you more than anyone ever could. Just give me a chance." he pleads.

"You're my best friend Mikey. Dating you and loving you would be like incest." I joke and Mikey sends me a small sad smile.

"You'll get over me Mikes." I promise and he shakes his head.

"I will never get over you Frankie, I'll wait forever for you. Someday you'll open your eyes and realize that I'm the right choice." he says, probably more to reassure himself than me.

"I'm sorry Mikey, but there's something I've got to do." I say.

"I figured. Go to him, yeah? That lucky bastard." he mumbles the last part and I laugh lightly.

"Thank you Mikey." I reply and he shrugs.

"Remember, incest's a game the whole family can play." he winks and I choke on my own spit.

"Mikey! You sick twisted bastard!" I giggle, "Actually, I like this side of you for a change."

"You do? Well, there's more where that came from." he smirks suggestively and I groan, "Just stick around Frankie and all my weird perviness is all yours!"

"If I stick around any longer I think I'll throw up." I joke and turn away from him.

"I love you Frank...I just want to make sure that you always know that." he says and I close my eyes.

"I know Mikey...I know."

*

Gerard sits on the edge of his bed, gripping his hair. Tears are spilling over his cheeks as he rocks back and forth trying to calm himself. I stand in the doorway, failing to get his attention. I move forward more, Jamia standing behind me incase he decides to lash out in anger.

"Gerard, look at me." I command but he just stays in the same position.

"Frank, maybe you should just come back another time," Jamia suggests and I shoot her a glare.

"I can't wait for this. Just let me go in and talk to him." I demand and she shakes her head.

"What if he lashes out?" she asks.

"Wait outside of the door. If he lashes out you'll know." I say and she finally gives in.

I step fully into the room and hear Jamia close to door behind me, from the other side.

"Gee, listen to me?" I ask and he grips his hair tighter.

"What do you want Frank?" he scowls at me.

"I just want to talk to you." I assure.

"About?" Gerard huffs.

"You, me...us?" I reply quietly.

I watch as he runs his hands through his hair once again and then he finally lays his eyes on me.

"There's an 'us'?" he asks softly.

"Of course there is." I answer and take a seat next to him on the bed.

"How can there be when I'm stuck in here?" he asks.

"Well, I'm going to get you out of here, no matter what." I promise.

"How?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll think of a way." I respond, "Just give me time."

"Okay." he agrees and then we sit in silence.

*

"Mikey, open the fucking door!" I shout as I pound my fist against the hard wood, "Dude, I saw you in there! You just poked your head out the window!"

"What do you want?" he shouts back from inside.

"Mikes, I can't go home! Please, let me in!" I plead and I hear him sigh before the click of an unlocked doors takes over.

I push open the door and reveal Mikey standing before me with his arms crossed.

"Thanks, man." I say gratefully and Mikey coughs.

"Why are you here?" he asks.

"I just thought I could stay for one more night? I swear I'll leave tomorrow, I just needed a pl-"

"Shut up." he snaps, "Of course you can stay here. You're always welcome here."

"Th-thanks." I smile and he smiles back.

"Do you want something to eat? I was just making dinner." he changes the subject and I shrug.

"Whatcha makin' cook?" I ask and he laughs.

"My specialty. A creamy, cheesy, delectable bowl of Mac & Cheese!" he laughs and I join in.

"Sounds like a gourmet meal for two!" I add and he shakes his head in laughter.

"Pass me some bowls?" he asks and I comply, reaching up into the cabinet on my tiptoes, and pulling out two small bowls.

"Here you go!" I say and push them towards him.

"Thanks, go grab a seat at the table." he says and I make my way to the small wooden table.

Mikey pushes a bowl in front of me and takes a seat across from me.

"Compliments from the chef." he jokes and I take a bite, savoring the creamy flavour.

"Oh!" I moan into my full mouth and Mikey raises an eyebrow.

I take my fork and bang in on the table groaning and moaning.

"Are you having a seizure? Are you choking?" he tries to guess and I shake my head vigorously, "Then what?"

I swallow my food, "I was having an orgasm in my mouth, for your information."

"Dude, that's fucking nasty." he groans into his palm and I giggle.

"Don't like it? You caused it chef." I joke and Mikey practically chokes.

"Me? It's not my fault I'm gifted in the kitchen!" he chuckles and I smile.

"Spice things up in the kitchen, huh?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

"Man, when did you get to be such a pervert?" he snickers and I shrug.

"I was born this way." I answer and he just smiles.

*

When we finish dinner, Mikey takes my plate.

"Thank you, again, for everything." I say quietly and he nods.

"I'll put the dishes in the sink, why don't you get the couch set up for bed?" he suggests and I agree.

I make my way to the closet upstairs in between Mikey's room and the bathroom. As I walk up the stairs I
begin to feel nauseous and light headed. I run the rest of the way to the bathroom.

I heave over the toilet and throw up all the contents in my stomach. When I'm done, I flush the toilet and wash my mouth out.

"Frankie? Are you alright up there?" Mikey calls up to me.

"Fine! Just needed to take a piss." I lie.

"I thought you were like, throwing shit up." he calls.

"Naw, I was just coughing, don't worry about me!" I shout back and he doesn't respond.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with me?

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