Save Me From My Self-Destruction

I woke up curled around a pillow alone on Mikey’s bed. I yawned and sat up. Mikey and Gerard weren’t there. I checked the little clock on Mikey’s bedside table it was 10am. I untangled myself from the covers and pillows and stretched out over the bed. I yawned and got up. i shuffled downstairs sleepily, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
I went to Gerard’s room in the basement. He was awake, the light was on and there was quiet music on. I knocked on the door. “Yeah?” came Gerard’s voice.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Oh- Frank? Yeah, um, yeah.” He moved around inside for a few moments before opening the door.
“Um- am I interrupting?” I asked, shuffling my feet.
“No.” Gerard led me inside. I sat on his bed and Gerard sat next to me.
“Are you sure I’m not interrupting…uh.” I nodded towards his crotch. He blushed and shook his head.
“What- no.” he sounded like he was lying. I swallowed and nodded. I laid back and sighed. Gerard watched me, frowning. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I feel sick.” I mumbled.
“Are you gonna be sick?” Gerard asked, sitting me up.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, groaning. Gerard rubbed my back gently. He picked me up and took me upstairs.
Gerard took me into the bathroom and sat me on the floor in front of the toilet. I smiled feebly up at him “I’m okay.” I mumbled.
“No you’re not.” Gerard kneeled next to me “Frank, you’ve lost your colour.”
I started to feel very faint and hot, so hot I was sweating. “G-Gee…” I started. Gerard put one arm around my hips and felt my forehead. He panicked a little, sitting me against the bath and running upstairs. I felt way too weak to move, I wanted to run after him but I couldn’t.
He came back with a glass of water, a cold towel and Mikey. Mikey was panicking too “Mum’s not here! I don’t know what to do!” he squeaked. I was struggling not to faint by the time Gerard put the towel on my forehead. I was panting and shaking as I leaned over to the toilet. I whined and Mikey pushed me towards it. I pulled myself up, barely getting up before I was sick. I coughed and gagged, while Gerard held my hair and Mikey rubbed my back. I coughed up everything I could, spit and all. I spat one last time, before sitting back on my heels.
Gerard got me a towel to wipe my mouth on. I did so and curled up. Mikey patted my back and Gerard stroked my hair softly. Gerard picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, Mikey following.
Gerard placed me in his bed and covered me with his blanket. Mikey sat beside me and stroked my hair gently. I started to drift off, but Gerard woke me up “Frank? What was that?”
“I don’t know….” I mumbled. Gerard sat next to Mikey.
“Do you think he’s getting sick again?” Mikey asked.
“I don’t know.” Gerard shrugged.
“I’m bulimic.” I mumbled quietly.
“What?” both Way’s said simultaneously, looking at me.
“I’m buli-“
“I heard you.” Gerard said.
“I ate before I came over…’nd I couldn’t keep it down anymore.” I admitted.
Mikey frowned and pulled me into his lap carefully “We’ll try and fix you, Frank.”
I smiled, “Thanks.”
“I’ll get you some water.” Gerard excused himself, winking at Mikey, making the younger blush.
Gerard left, leaving me half asleep in Mikey’s lap.
“So….Frank.” Mikey stroked through my hair. I hummed in acknowledgement. “Still never kissed anyone?”
I shook my head “Never.”
“Woah…. Do you wanna know what it’s like?” He asked. I blushed. Shit is he asking me to kiss him?
“Yeah.” I confessed quietly.
“And you don’t know anyone who’s willing to kiss you?”
I shook my head, no.
“Are you sure?” He asked
I nodded. No one wanted to kiss me. Mikey sighed and petted my hair, twirling it in his fingers. He must have felt the cut on the back of my head, because he rubbed it gently and frowned. “How did you get that cut?” he asked.
“My Dad hit me, and threw me against the wall and I hit my head.” I told him. “I passed out.”
“Oh, fuck, Frankie.” He mumbled. “You poor thing.”
Gerard came back in “Frankie, I have your water.” He sat back down with us and handed me my water. I took it and sat up in Mikey’s lap. I sipped it slowly.
“Does it hurt?” Mikey asked. I nodded.
“Does what hurt?” Gerard asked.
“Frank’s dad hit him and threw him against a wall, which cut the back of his head.” Mikey told him. I bit my lip and put the glass on the bedside table. “Also, Frank’s never kissed anyone.” Mikey blurted out. I blushed, ashamed.
“Aw, he’s innocent isn’t he?” Gerard cooed, rubbing my cheek. “I wanna soil it.”
“Shit.” Mikey giggled. I flushed deep red and Gerard patted my head.
“Don’t fuck with me, Way.” I warned. “I don’t know anyone who wants to kiss me.”
“I know someone who might.” Gerard smirked at Mikey, making him blush.
“Am I missing something?” I asked, scared.
“No.” Gerard grinned.
“NO!” Mikey squeaked at the same time as Gerard.
“I will find out.” I promised.

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