To the End

"What the fuck do you mean you can't go home?!" Frank harshly asked Gerard.
"My dad knows when I'm drunk, he'll be super pissed... Please Frankie..." Gerard pleaded desperately "I can't go home, I just can't..." He tilted his head and pulled up his midnight black hair, showing Frank a large scar that stretched half way around his neck. "He'll do something bad... Please..."
Frank sighed "You can't come in, though, my mom would kill me."
"Why? A-and... I can sleep in here or something, in your driveway? I'll text Mikey now..." He said before going silent as he attempted to write a text through his blurred vision. After a few moments, Gerard let out a sigh of defeat and gave the phone to Frank. Frank quickly tapped out a text to Mikey about how Gerard wasn't coming home tonight, to which Mike simply replied "Okay."
Frank drove Gerard to his house and parked in the alley behind his house, knowing his mom left through the front door. He glanced back and saw Gerard passed out on the seats, snoring quietly. Goddammit, Gerard... he said as he bit his bottom lip gently and got out of the car, walking to the back and picking up Gerard with a grunt. Frank's small legs ached as he struggled to carry Gerard into the house, though with his mom still gone, he knew he wasn't in any hurry. He walked slowly with Gerard in his arms, though he made it up to his room in under a half an hour, which genuinely surprised him. He laid Gerard down on his bed and pulled the covers over Gerard, before locking the door and laying down on the floor, staring at the ceiling as Gerard's soft snores lulled him to sleep.
Frank was tired, though he had no real reason. He slept for a long time, long enough to miss his mother coming home, and deep enough to sleep through her screaming that dinner was ready.
When he groggily opened his eyes, Gerard's chin was resting on the top of his head and his face was buried in Gerard's chest. Gerard's heart pounded against Frank's cheek. Gerard had his arms wrapped around Frank, and Frank's arms were holding Gerard close. Frank blushed slightly and moved his head gently to look up at Gerard, who was still sleeping soundly. The two were under the covers and Frank felt himself scoot closer to Gerard, letting his chest brush Gerard's stomach. Gerard's hand moved up Frank's body and rested on his cheek.
Frank moved his hand up, grabbing Gerard's wrist as his thumb gently felt his scars. He eyed the scar on poor Gerard's neck and wondered what kind of sick person could do something like this. He thought about what would have to be done to make a scar as big as Gerard's, but his mind started to wander to gruesome images which made Frank feel slightly nauseous. Frank kissed Gerard's scars gently, making Gerard's sleeping mouth curve slightly at the corners to form a small smile. Frank then allowed himself to stretch his neck up and press his lips against Gerard's.
Gerard's eyes snapped open and he let out a small yelp of surprise, though he quickly melted into the kiss and grabbed the back of Frank's head, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. Frank blushed wildly before puling away after a few minutes, avoiding eye contact with Gerard. He instead looked at the clock in his room, which read 2:30 a.m.
"Uh... I-I'm sorry..." Frank said quietly.
"Don't be." Gerard said before he propped up Frank's head to look him in the eyes before kissing him lightly again. Frank pulled away, and looked at him sadly.
"I can still smell the alcohol, Gee... Just... Wait until you're fully sober, then we'll see how you feel about me..." Frank sighed as Gerard let go of him and sat up.
"Fine. Can I at least smoke? I'll give you a cigarette too, if you want."
"Okay," Frank said as he walked to the window and pushed it open, gesturing for Gerard to hand him a cigarette. "Just smoke here, though. I don't want my mom to smell it or anything, though she should be heading to work in a couple of hours." Gerard held up the cigarette, swatting Frank's hand away when he reached for it.
"Nope. Open up~" He told Frank, holding the cigarette near Frank's mouth. Frank rolled his eyes and opened his mouth just enough for Gerard to slip it in.
"Can you light it for me?" Frank asked Gerard, watching him open his lighter and let the small flame flicker in the morning breeze as he tried to light his own cigarette. He grinned and once his was lit, he pushed the lighter into his back pocket. He then put his hand on the back of Frank's head, making sure he wouldn't jerk away, and leaned forward, gently touching the heads of each cigarette together, letting the small inferno that was burning on the end of his cigarette travel to Frank's as well. Frank breathed in shakily and coughed lightly before letting all the smoke escape his mouth.
"I dunno why," Gerard said after some time "But this has always been something I've sort of romanticized."
"Smoking?" Frank said, looking over at him. His dark locks blew lightly in the wind, covering some of his face at times, though he never seemed to move his head. Gerard looked amazing to Frank, and he wished this whole night that Gerard could have been sober, that he really wanted to do everything he did.
"Yeah. Just... destroying myself in general I guess. Like cutting, I know, is pretty romanticized to everyone that cuts, right?"
"I guess so, it does sometimes seem so... beautiful. It feels wrong to think that, but you just can't help it at times."
"I mean, I drink to the point that I'm barely living sometimes, but doing everything like this... It just takes your mind off of everything shitty in the world, so I guess it's sorta worth it, right?"
Frank nodded silently and looked down as he breathed in another huff of smoke. "Yeah. This world is shit."

Notes

Sorry it's short and that I haven't updated in awhile, I've been really busy :/