Frank
Gerard’s arms were still around me when I woke up a few hours later. I decided to stay and cuddle, letting him sleep. I snuggled in deeper, kissing the palm of his hand. This is so perfect. Why can’t my life be like this all the time? Ah, yes. That was the question, that horrible question that would never be answered. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Gerard
Frank was just waking up, so I decided to keep my eyes closed, hoping he wouldn’t go anywhere. He kissed my hand, and I allowed him to get closer to me. When I was sure he had fallen back under the spell of sleep, I sat up, going to the bathroom to clean myself up. Jesus, I look like shit. I finger combed my hair and washed off the excess makeup. Frowning at myself, I walked back into the room, throwing on my jeans.
“Hey.” I turned to the mumbler, sitting on the bed as he sat up.
“Hi sleepy head, feel better?” He nodded and leaned against me, his hand sliding onto my thigh. I kissed the top of his head, taking that chance to breath in the beautiful scent he owned. Hair dye, coffee, cigarettes, and something else, had some tobaccoish scent, but different. His drug addiction. I concluded. I sighed, if only he didn’t have that drug introduced to him. Yeah, his adorable laugh, the drugish smell… Not heroine, that scent wasn’t strong enough. Crack maybe? No. Wasn’t coke or marijuana… I thought a little harder, trying up all the drugs you could easily get to… Pot. That had to be it. Weed wasn’t it, I knew what weed smelled like. It had to be pot. I wanted to ask, but didn’t want to offend him.
“Hey Frankie,” I waited for him to look at me. Maybe I shouldn’t ask. “Just curious, it wont change anything, but, uh,” I stopped, not knowing how to ask. I took a breath. “I know you don’t just smoke regular tobacco, I was wondering what else you do.” He flinched and I automaticly regretted it. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer, I completely get i-” He quickly kissed me on the lips, shutting me up.
“I don’t mind. It’s nothing too bad. Pot.” It came out so easily. Almost as if the subject was not about his drug addiction. He laughed his adorable pot laugh at my shocked face. “What? It’s not like I’m doing shit like heroin or anything like that.” He ruffled my hair, laughing as my face started to recover.
“Well, what about you? I know you don’t just smoke regular tobacco.” Shit, I did have a really bad addiction problem. I took a deep breath, letting it all out at once.
“Xanax, for depression. Cocaine and weed. Then just regular Marlboro.” Frank stared at me, wide-eyed and open mouthed, copying my expression from only moments before. I hesitated before taking his hand- Mikey was the only one who knew, and he only knew about the weed. “Then I’m a little bit of a drinker, but only when at parties.” He shook his head, leaning into me and breathing deeply.
“Wow, I was NOT expecting that.” He just kinda stayed there, murmuring to himself, and I just let him. Then I sucked in another breath, rolling up my sleeves to reveal scars. He screamed lightly.
“Gee! What the fuck!” I felt tears well up in my eyes. No, no way in fucking hell I’m crying.
“Look, I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore,” A tear escaped my eye, falling down my right cheek and landing in his hair. I softly kissed the top of his head, and he turned around, connecting our lips.
I didn’t pull away, I didn’t lean into the kiss, I just kinda stood there, letting his soft lips press on mine. He leaned away as soon as he found that I wasn’t going to kiss him back.
“What’s wrong?” A frown appeared on his face. “D-did I do some-thi-thing wr-wrong?” I just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. “Gerard.” I heard his cries, him pleading for me to answer, but I did nothing. All I could do, was nothing. Just stand there and watch.
“Gerard!” He yelled at me, then tears fell more rapidly down his face. “Gee, please. Answer me.” He squeezed my hands and stood up, my blank gaze still staring at the door, even after it was slammed in my face.
Frank had left me, slammed my own door in my face, and all i could do was stand there, words unspoken.

Notes

Sorry it's short and shit, but heh, it gets a little dramatic now......
Dont' hate me!