Only Hope For Me

I woke up about an hour or two after I fell asleep with Frank in my arms, or me in Frank's arms. I really really fucking liked him. All those times I told myself I would never fall in love.

Then I remembered Mikey and how mad he is at me and started to feel guilty. That's when Frank woke up.

"Hey Gee." He said sleepily, grogginess in his voice. I smiled, but it wavered for a second. He was alert after I did that.

"Talk to me." He said simply. He wanted me to say everything to him, like I had known him for years.

"Why are you this nice to me, and stayed with me, after we only really knew each other for a day?" I asked.

He smiled, sympathetically and winced. "Uhm, I was in your position when I was a freshman."

I widened my eyes and looked at him. I had wondered why he was participating in therapy.

"I'll explain. So, I had these best friends, their names were Ryan and Pete. They were literally everything to me because they were my best friends. Me and Ryan were best friends, more so than Pete and I felt like I could tell everything to him. I told him I was gay, and he literally stopped talking to me and told me to get out of his house. He told Pete that I told them to Fuck off and never speak to him so he ditched me too. Ryan told me in the hallway that I should kill myself. So I tried to. I was going to hang myself. But then I wasn't going to. I was kidnapped by my crazy aunt who tried to sell me to some mexican Mafia people, who in her mind where there when they really weren't. She was schizophrenic. So then I tried to kill myself, but my mom found me and told me she loved me and my dad started acting different towards me and I got better." He smiled sadly.

I could get better, I realized. "But, Bob would ditch me if he found out I was gay." I whispered.

"No I wouldn't, I always knew you were too fabulous to be straight." Bob laughed in the corner.

I jumped. I forgot the fucking guy was in here. "Oh, hello Bob." I said.

"I would never ditch you, and I knew that you were gay when you were clinging to Frankie here for dear life, BY THE WAY is he going to be hanging out with us now? Cause I can totally teach him how to play Left 4 Dead 2!" He said excitedly.

"Ey Bitch, I'm a pro at L4D2." Frank scoffed and laughed and pulled him closer. Frank made me feel better for some reason. I totally liked him and he was adorable and I couldn't tell him because we were in for the makings of a beautiful friendship.

"Can I ship you two together? Cause I ship it." Bob smirked.

Frank blushed and I found myself blushing as well. "Bob, please." I pleaded for him to stop embarrassing me.

"Gerard? We need to talk about how you are going to recover from this?" The nurse politely walked in followed by a doctor.

"I promise I wasn't trying to kill myself. I was just really really guilty for almost killing myself. My parents wouldn't have their first born and Mikey wouldn't have a brother!" I exclaimed, before Frank whispered for me to calm down.

"Mr. Iero is it? Yes, well, it seems Gerard is telling the truth, could we count on you and Mr. Bryar to help him through this? Because if he gets shipped into the hospital again for self inflicted wounds, he will have to be put in a mental hospital for depression." The doctor explained. I tensed.

"Yes! Of course we will." Frank and Bob said simultaneously.

"Alright. Gerard this is your last chance. Please, let them help you." The doctor smiled sympathetically at me before walking out the door.

The nurse cleared her throat.

"You'll be discharged tomorrow morning. You boys can stay in here. Visiting hours don't apply to you." She smiled warmly at me and Frank before disappearing out of the room.

"What if I fuck up again?" I whispered frantically.

"You won't just go to sleep." Frank whispered soothingly.

"But," I tried to complain, eyes growing tired.

"Sleep motherfucker." Frank giggled and kissed my temple.

"Yes motherfucker." I giggled sleepily before falling into one of the most comfortable sleeps I had had in my entire existence.

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