And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

If you think seeing your teacher outside of school is strange, imagine waking up in his arms. Fucking jump scares if you ask me. Gerard widened his eyes, confused. "Frank?"

I didn't want to talk about it. I don't ever want to talk about it. "Yes, Gerard?"

He didn't say anything, but helped me regain my balance, leading me into an empty bedroom. Gerard's eyes scanned me quizzically. "C-can I ask w-what happened?"

I glared at him. "I'd rather you not."

Gerard collected my belongings and placed them over a stool. "O-okay. I-I need to head by the store to get some medical supplies for those bruises. S-stay by Mikey, okay sugar?"

Mikey approached me and tried to make small talk with me while Gerard was out. But, let's face it, it was fucking awkward.

"So Frank, you like any bands?" He asked, nervously.

"We Came As Romans, Bullet For My Valentine, Attila, As Blood Runs Black, Breaking Benjamin, Souxie and The Banshees, Black Flag, Smashing Pumpkins, Bring Me The Horizon, The Rolling Stones, Misfits, Motionless In White, Woe Is Me, Drowning Pool, stuff like that."

"Cool, I know most of those. Except I haven't heard Breaking Benjamin."

I faked a face of shock. "Oh my god, no way!!" I ask him to check them out when Gerard comes back.



Gerard's POV

I keep calm while applying cream to his face, but I can't help but stare. When I was in high school, I took a criminal investigation class, and I was almost positive that someone had one this to Frank( then again, high school was a while ago so I can't be sure ) and that this wasn't an accident. His lip is cut open. His arms were concealed under a hoodie, so I couldn't see if they were injured.

I felt guilty asking, but, "You got into a fight today, Frank?"

"So a tattoo means I'm automatically in a gang? Thanks..." he replied, hurt.

"No, no!" I rejected. "Tattoos are cool, they really are. I would get one."

Frank smirked. "What's stopping you?"

"My fear of needles," I whispered discreetly. Frank laughed. "That's your fear?"

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want, " I teased.

"Haven't you ever listened to the man, with a name of Mitch Adam Lucker?"

"What about him?"

"YOLO," Frank giggled. "You only live once, so go nuts!"


Frank's POV

Gerard sighed. "Frankie, I don't see it like that. I think that if you only have one life, you can't mess it up or you're fucked for like eternity," he paused, and blushed. "Aw fuck, I'm teaching you the pessimistic side of life, aw fuck me."

"Gerard?"

"Forget I said that, really. I'm being such a pessimistic son of a bitch."

What he said was quite true, that you have to make the most of your life and succeed because it's your only chance. That wasn't pessimistic, that was inspiring. "Gerard?"

"S-so you want to watch a movie or something? Like the Nightmare Before Christmas, you know, the movie with Brendon Urie singing and stuff?"

During the movie, Gerard took glances at my bruises on my cheeks. I can't imagine what he would say if he saw my stomach, which was a dark purplish color at the moment. I don't want to imagine, actually.

I want to spend my time in reality with Gerard.

Notes

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