Be The Flame In The House Of Cards

It was Gerard.

A shoveled my way through the crowd, to find him sitting on the floor, holding his head with his hands, gripping tightly to his hair. The blood in his veins seemed to drop temperatures, and he turned as pale as a porcelain doll. And then I heard something. One of the boys in the crowd started mumbling to another, causing small chuckles to circle the group. I sneered in disgust, and bent down to Gerard, trying to comfort him.

"Gerard..." I choked out. He concealed his face, sniffling lightly. I attempted to push those annoying little strands behind his ears like I usually did, but this time, he smacked my hand. Hurt, more emotionally than physically, I frowned at him. "W-what's wrong?"

He stormed back to his room, 217, with a quick pace. He didn't turn to me, and ignored my soothing words. Luckily, I had the keys. While nearing the door, I could hear him speaking.

"I've been put down for way too long, 'you'll never be good enough'! All they told me was, 'just give up, you'll never be good enough'!" He yelled.

I remember when I first opened this door, and Gerard rushed to see me. Now, it seemed as if he wanted to see anyone but me. I unlocked the door, and it creaked quietly.

Gerard was sitting on the floor, his face buried in his knees, leaning against his bedside. After a couple moments, he began to talk. "Sorry Austin, I didn't mean to. It's just that when you sang that to me, I knew we were going to be friends and I knew we somewhat understood each other. And you're probably surprised that I'm speaking right now, so let me tell you the reaso--" he looked up. "Frank."

"Hey Gerard, you can talk to me about anything," I said, carefully.

"I could, but I'd rather not."

"Promise me you'll tell me the truth," I requested. "So...are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, sugar."

"Gee, I really like it when you're happy. And when you're not..." I stopped at that.

"No, I'm fine, Frankie."

"Um, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to that music thing, I think it's like a class or something. I want your voice to shine."

He crinkled his nose. "Ew. I don't want to be by people who hate me."

"Um, okay, how about your friends and I meet together in your room and do music? It'll be a hell of a good time."

Gerard's happy-go-lucky smile returned again with a cheery attitude. He looked me straight in the eye, giggling, very close to my face. Close enough to kiss me.

Frank Iero, what are you suggesting? I thought.

Notes

new chapter c:

gerard'll be singing next chapter, yes!