Worse Than Nicotine

~Gerard's POV~
My body ached as I tried to push myself, only to have lean all my weight on the guy helping me. He smelt of cigarettes. I really liked the smell, and maybe something smelt of coffee. The best smell out there to me. I slapped myself, mentally of course and thought about how I was acting. I never acted like this before. It made me feel so weak, so fragile, and so defenseless. It made me feel sick about myself. I wanted to throw up.

A grunt passed my lips when I felt myself being picked up, my arm slinging around his shoulders to help, but it didn't do much good anyways. I can tell he looked tired, so I pushed myself to speak up.
"Pu..Put me down.. I can walk the rest of the way.." I managed to somehow get out. All I got was a huff and then we somehow ended up on the porch of a house almost quickly.

One of his hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a key ring and unlocked the door. He made his way through the house, careful to not hit anything with my feet and what not. His house looked normal, slightly dark but everything seemed to be decorated nicely, with almost a touch of a women around the house.

It seemed to be forever till I felt him place me down on a sink, only to disappear and reappear with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and bandages. He was doing so much for someone he didn't know. It made me want to smile, and I did.

"Take off your shirt." He said in a calm voice.

"Wait. What?" I said stupidly.

"Take off your god damn shirt so I can clean your wounds." He growled.

I did as told and removed my shirt, only to be rewarded with a pain in my stomach as I raised my hands above my head.

"Wow.." He said. "They had you pretty good, huh?"

I just blinked, confused by what he meant until he began to wipe all the cuts. The stinging sensations made my hands ball into fist with slight wincing. It really stung me. They were fresh and open, so of course it was going to sting, idiot! I screamed at myself mentally.

Through the entire process, he made comments on how bad the bruises they gave me looked. I even looked down myself to see them beginning to turn a deep purple.

A sigh left me as I felt him finally placing the bandages on me, my eyes closing for a split second as he finished up. "You can put you shirt back on now.." He said in almost a whisper as he left the bathroom without another word. I on the other hand, got up and put the frantic back on, following behind him quietly, just watching.

I noticed we walked outside and he somehow had a guitar in his hands, resting on his lap when he sat down on a chair. Not until now I seen his face; shoulder length hair, golden hazel eyes, a peircing on his lip and nose. He was breathtaking. It just made me want to stare forever, until his voice broke my concentration.

"So.. Who are you? How old are you? Where are you from and do you go to school?" He asked softly as he began to play, a beautiful melody filling the air around us. I couldn't think straight, my hand going to my greasy red hair and pulling some behind my ear. I suddenly became nervous for no reason.

"M.. My name is Gerard. I'm 17 and I just moved back from California. And yes.. I do go to school.." I said with a soft stutter in the beginning. It was weird telling a stranger this. "What about you? Who are you and how old are you?" I said simply asking the same questions he asked me.

"Names Frank. 17 as you, junior in highschool." He responded, turning to face me.

My heart jumped to my stomach for sure. I couldn't just stare at him like I would do any other people, I could even feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I nodded immediately and put on a small smile for the male. "Ni.. Nice to meet you, Frank."

Notes

My second chapter! Hopefully its long enough and all. I'll also be trying to update when I can. I'm also glad that it already has a little over 50 views. I hope you enjoy this one. ^~^
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