I Don't Love You

I was released from the hospital three days later. While I was in there I found out that Cobalt had been tried. He was found guilty and given a life sentence with no parole. I also found out that a day after Cobalt got to prison, there was a riot and he was killed in it. I guess that was one less person I didn’t have to worry about coming after me. Cobalt was dead. It made me smile every time I thought about it. I was leaning against my head board reading a comic book; I shut the book and lied down to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of my door crashing against my red painted wall. I peeked through my half closed yes to see Frank strut into the room. When I say strut, I mean strut. I tried to sit up but I winced in pain. My ribs and shoulder still hurt me. Frank saw my wince and came forward to help me up. I nodded my thanks at him when I was back at my position on my head board. He, Pete, and Patrick usually visit me every day after school. I love their company. But I missed going to school. I had no reason to fear going to school anymore now that Cobalt is dead.

I watched Frank sit down next to me and pull me ins o that I could lay my head on his chest. He softly stroked my hair. Ever since I got out of that hospital, our relationship has gotten better. We are virtually inseparable. Lord knows what will happen when I go back to school on Monday.

“When do you come back to school Gee?” Frank mumbled against my fading red hair, I needed to redye it; I might dye it back to black. I chuckled and looked up to see Frank pouting at me. I softly kissed his lips.

“I can go back on Monday; after I go to the doctor of course to make sure everything is healing properly. Then I can go back, that is also the day I start my therapy sessions with Patrick.” I said back to him. I felt him not against my head.

“Alright,” he sighed. He sat up making my head fall down. “Did you know that Pete and Patrick formed a band?” He asked me. I shook my head and forced Frank to lie back down so I could continue using him as my human pillow. “Yeah they did. They formed it with two other people named Joe Trohman and his boyfriend Andy Hurley.”

“What is it called?” I was curious, I knew Pete could play bass and Patrick could sing, but I never thought that they would go as far as to make a band.

“They call it Fall Out Boy, I think it has a nice ring to it.” I couldn’t help but agreeing with Frank. Fall Out Boy did have a nice ring to it.

‘It does—“ I was about o say something else when my parents came in. They looked scared and nervous. I’ve seen that look before, they were either going to kick me out or tell me bad news. I knew it was too good to last.

“Gerard?” Mrs. Way asked nervously.

“Yes?” I responded.

“We need to talk to you,” Mr. Way responded. He looked over to Frank, as if he wanted him to leave. I put my hand on his arm so he would stay.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say to Frank.” I growled at them. I didn’t want Frank to leave.

“Oh um alright.” Mrs. Way replied. They came in and sat on my black couch looking at me.

“Listen Gerard, over the past month, you have become like a son to us. And after what happened to you a couple weeks ago with Cobalt we realized something—“ I cut her off there.

“I know what you’re trying to say.” I said. I saw her look at me confused.

“You do?”

“Yeah, you can’t deal with me and all of my problems. You want me gone. You don’t want me around your son. And I get that, trust me I do. I’ll pack my bags and be out here in less than a day.” I didn’t want to, I had honestly found a home here. But it was never what I wanted; it was always what would make my foster family look good. They adopted a child, oh they must be saints. Oh wait! That child has a fuck load of problems! Then that family would get pity, I didn’t want to put that on the Way’s. they were good people that didn’t deserve that.

Mr. Way looked at me with horror. “No, no, no! That is not what we meant. We were just asking if you wanted to be adopted.”

I stared at him with my mouth wide opened, I looked over to Frank and noticed he had the same look on his face. We stared at each other in shock; I grabbed his hand and felt him squeeze back.

“W-what?” I whispered.

Mrs. Way grabbed my free hand and softly squeezed it.

”Do you want to get adopted into our family?”

Notes

I think there might be one last chapter before this story comes to an end :)


Should i write a sequel?

I just realized i haven't taken a shower yet, I've been watching teh FIFA world cup all day