I'm Okay. Trust Me

Frank's POV

I woke up before Gerard did. I panicked for I moment, realizing it was Monday, but then relaxed when I remembered we had the day off from school.
I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Gerard. He's been through enough. He was screamed and cursed at my by my drunk mother, he brought me to his house, he dealt with my breakdown, and he calmed me down after my nightmare last night. I shivered at the thought of my dream. But anyway, the least I could do was let him sleep.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom. Gerard's parents must already be at work and Mikey's probably still asleep because the house was quiet.
I shut the bathroom door and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. I had terrible bed head and there were dark circles under my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and held my head my hands for a few moments. Suddenly, someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing me to jump.

“Frankie?” it was Gerard.
“Yeah?” I replied sleepily.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Mhm”
He immediately pushed the door open. He had on black and white striped pajama bottoms and a black shirt. His hair was even messier than mine. I smiled. He's so adorably sexy when he's just woken up.
He pulled me into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pulled him closer and hung my arms around his neck and lay my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gently.
“Yeah” I said into his chest. “Are you?”
He pulled back to look at me, but kept his arms locked around my waist. “Frankie, don't worry about me, okay?”
I frowned. “Gerard, I-”
But he cut me off. He placed his lips softly on mine. A warm, tingly sensation ran through me. His lips were so soft and sweet. I could kiss him forever.

“Oh shit.. I'm sorry”
We jerked away from each other to see Mikey standing in the doorway to the bathroom, looking down awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck. My cheeks heated.
“Thanks Mikey...” Gerard mumbled.
I giggled a little.
Mikey still stood in the doorway, looking confused and awkward as ever.
Gerard cleared his throat loudly to indicate to Mikey that he should go.
“Oh um.. Yeah, I'll uh... I'll go now” Mikey stuttered.
I giggled again.

After Mikey left, Gerard looked down at me.
“He can be a little slow sometimes” Gerard said, sighing.
I laughed out loud this time. Gerard smiled.
“Your laugh is adorable” Gerard said softly.
“You're adorable” I mumbled into his chest.
“What was that?” Gerard asked. I knew he was smirking even though I had my face buried in his chest.
“Oh shush..” I murmured, my cheeks turning a bright red.


Gerard's POV

“So we have the day off” I said to Frankie. “What do you wanna do?”
We were sitting at the kitchen table, picking at our cereal, still in our pajamas.
“I dunno” replied Frank. “Let's go out”
“Do you wanna go get coffee?” I asked.
Frankie nodded enthusiastically. I smiled.

After I got dressed, I waited for Frankie who was changing in the bathroom. I had picked out my tightest pair of black jeans, a Misfits shirt, and my converse sneakers.
I bit my lip when Frank descended the stairs. He was wearing a pair of my gray skinny jeans and my blue and black striped jacket. There was something about him in my clothes that was such a turn on. He looked at me and smirked lopsidedly.
“What?” I asked, snapping out of my daze.
“You look good” he said softly, but so very sexy at the same time. I blushed and bit the inside of my cheek.
“So do you” I replied. He looked up at me and bit his lip. I stared at his lips and my breathing hitched. But all he did was gesture towards the front door and say “Shall we go?”

We walked down the street and into town to the Starbucks. The weather was dreary. Dark clouds threatened rain.
Once at Starbucks, I ordered a latte and Frankie ordered an iced mocha.
After we finished our drinks, I took a deep breath and calmly asked Frank “What was your dream about last night?”
He bit his lip and didn't answer for a long time. Finally, he replied, looking down at the table “Why?”
“Because this is the second time you've woken up screaming and crying, Frank” I stated flatly.
He didn't say anything, he just kept his eyes locked on the table.
“How often do you have these nightmares?” The assertiveness in my voice surprised me.
After a moment, his eyes shot up from the table and stared into mine. I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Look Gerard” Frank said quietly, but his tone was dead serious. “You already know about my alcoholic mother. You don't need to know about what's going on in my head” he took a deep breath and added "I'm okay. Trust me"
My stomach dropped. I didn't trust that he was okay. There's a reason for why he's having nightmares. I have to find out what it is. But whatever it is, Frank doesn't want me knowing.

After that, we didn't stay at Starbucks much longer. We walked back to my house in silence.

Notes

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