You're So Dark

"Wake up, sleepyhead! If you don't wake up now, you're not going to be able to sleep tonight, and that'll screw up your biorythm," Elena said while opening the window of Gerard's room. He groaned and shifted in his bed, scrunching his nose when the scent of the air in his room reached his nostrils. She saw that and chuckled. "I know it stinks down here, good thing you have a window."

"How is that a good thing?" He said in a hoarse voice, peeling the little crust he got around his eyes from sleeping. It was obvious the stink wasn't pleasant, but he could've handled it easily, if the bargain was that he'd lose the window. He really didn't like the window. He didn't like the stink, either, but that was all organic - all him, at least he hoped so.

"Don't you think this place would smell godawful if there wasn't a window which you could open and drive out the smell?" She quirked an eyebrow at him before sitting on his couch.

"But it's organic! All natural!" He rebelled, making her chuckle.

"Oh Gerard, honey, nobody likes stink. Not even the people who like you, won't like your stink," she taught him, earning another eye-roll from his side. "Mikey's home, by the way," she said with a smile.

"Oh, did he get my notes from Pat?" Gerard asked.

"Yes, I think so at least, I saw him carrying some papers," she smiled. "I haven't seen you in almost two months, and I must say he's grown quite a bit."

"I think he lost weight," Gerard admitted, weighing his thoughts inside his head. "Fuck, maybe he's grown, too, I can't tell."

"Ah, I can always ask him. You tidy yourself up, and I'll get you some soup, okay?" She said before she stood up, earning a nod from Gerard. "And no swearing, don't make it a habit, you know your mother. She's going to flip out if she hears it from you," she threw him before closing the door behind her. Gerard rolled his eyes at her comment, realizing how wrong she was if she thought it wasn't a habit of his already. She probably knew that, she wasn't stupid, but Gerard kind of was so he wouldn't have been surprised if he was just really ignorant of some things, as life and gravity and shit.

He sighed loudly, and got out of bed, trying to remember everything that happened during his eventful visit to school while stumbling clumsily towards the bathroom. He almost fell when he remembered how Mr. Iero brought him home in his arms, which immediately sent blush into his cheeks and made him lightheaded. It wasn't the most usual thing that could've happened to him, so he was kind of flustered [A/N: I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THAT WORD LATELY] about all this - Mr. Iero was way too kind to him and he was always one of those people who overly romanticized people's kind actions, so he was in seventh heaven by the time he brushed his teeth and replayed the entire scenario from this morning.

A slight knock woke him up from his trance and he yelled a 'come in' when he heard Mikey's voice, "Where are you, idiot?"

"Bathroom, be out in a second," Gerard said and wiped his mouth with the towel. He dragged himself towards his bed carefully, Mikey sitting by his desk and biting his teeth.

"I brought you soup, it's chicken noodles so it should be fine," he said. He took the bowl which Gerard didn't even notice was there from the desk and brought it to him to the bed. He cautiously took it and dug in, even though he hadn't realized he was this hungry before he started eating. He suddenly stopped when Mikey started humming a familiar tune.

Gerard glared at him and said, "Do you really have to be that obvious?"

"Hey, I know Hot For Teacher is a song totally inappropriate for your situation, but I had to," he smiled angelically, making Gerard roll his eyes and focus his attention back to the soup.

"You don't have to bring Van Halen into this," he mumbled. Mikey just sighed with a smirk, eyeing Gerard carefully. "What?" He looked at him again.

Mikey raised his hands, followed by the same movement by his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything."

"How much did she tell you?" Gerard sighed when he was over with the soup and he saw Mikey triumphally smile.

"All of it." He said with a smirk, and Gerard groaned silently. I'll kill you, grandma, I swear to fuck, he thought, still glaring at Mikey. "But it's cute! Gerard, he carried you home in his arms!"

Gerard blushed enormously, but he managed to hide his smile and keep his poker face while he was talking. "Did Pete ask you to be his boyfriend?"

Mikey's face visibly turned startled, then he blushed, then he bit his lip. "No..."

"Make sure that happens soon so I can have an excuse to deport you to him whenever you start pissing me off," Gerard said harshly, not minding his words, really.

Mikey was used to it, so it didn't hurt or anything, but Gerard still felt a tingle of guilt when Mikey spoke to him before leaving his room. "I don't think he's going to."

*

"But you carried him! That's so fucking cute!" Ray squealed.

Frank just sat there on the couch, drinking his coffee and staring into the wall. He liked the wall. It was green. But everything felt colorless these days, unless the time when he actually had the chance to speak to Gerard. The only problem was that he didn't actually speak to him, because he was unconscious 70% of the time. Of course, his arms around Frank's neck weren't a bad thing to have, but y'know, Frank was the one who fell in love with the kid's mind, not his arms.

Did he just say he was in love? No. Fucking. Way.

"Dude, are you there?" He heard Ray's voice which sounded like it was in the distance, and it was getting closer and it got real close just as a loud kick awoke him from his daydream.

He rubbed his shoulder yelping and glared at Ray. "Thanks for that, man."

"You could use a shave," Ray noticed, making Frank sigh and nod in agreement. He really did feel disgusting, he was almost glad Gerard couldn't see him properly this way. Maybe he could, oh god, Frank he wasn't blind if he was sick. Sigh. Even if he could, was that even a big deal? Even if Gerard fucking liked him, would that even matter? Of course not, because it was fucking illegal.

"Yeah, I think could use a rope and a chair, too," Frank sighed. Ray rolled his eyes and kicked him with a pillow. "I'm being serious, this is totally fucked up."

"'Fucked up' doesn't necessarily mean 'bad'. I mean, look at your Juliet," Ray grinned and it was Frank's turn to roll his eyes. He really couldn't handle this right now. It was plain- "Bye now, I'm off to Ryan's."

"Weren't you supposed to be jamming on Monday or something?" Frank tiredly noticed, already trying to find the right nap position on the couch.

"I got the afternoon off, and since Bob's out of town and you're being all emo, he's grounded, so he can't leave the house and his boyfriend is going to visit your boyfriend, so-"

"Wait, what?" Frank furrowed his brow.

"I'm already fucked up from all the gay, yeah. The Brendon boy, Ryan's boyfriend, he can't come over at Ryan's because he promised your boyfriend's brother he'd come over at their place," Ray said, looking kind of confused himself. Well, this was a new information for Frank, too, he didn't know Ryan and Brendon were dating. Usually, the school couples were plain obvious so even he, as a teacher could tell who was with who and who hated who. Anyway, the part that felt like someone kicked him in the balls was the 'his boyfriend' - meaning, Gerard being Frank's boyfriend - part.

"Okay okay okay, just get out, and turn off the lights in the hallway. And Gerard is not my boyfriend," Frank sighed before curling up on his side. Ray just rolled his eyes and left the room.

Frank dreamed about something weird, he didn't exactly know, but there was a lot of water, and something about Turkey and Grace Kelly, plus this weird metal thing that represented blues? music, and it was all covered in ice and he had no fucking idea what the hell was going on in that dream when someone shook his shoulders.

"Iero! Wake up fucktard! This is important!" It was Ray. Of course it was Ray, nobody else who had the keys to his apartment had a huge fro. Well, nobody but the fro guy even had the keys to the apartment, so it was surely Ray.

"What the hell? And stop shaking me, asshole, I'm awake," he groaned and shifted, rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust his brain to work properly.

"I'm back from Ryan's," Ray announced, earning a tired eye-roll from Frank.

"I figured that one out," he yawned.

"But I found something out," he grinned excitedly.

"I bet it's interesting," Frank said without a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

*

"Good thing you're finally awake," Brendon's voice said, Gerard still inside his post-sleep dizziness to care.

"Get the fuck out, I'm tiiiiiiired," he said before he collapsed onto the pillow again. His head was throbbing, his throat was sore and his nose was clogged and he just wanted to die at the spot. Great, Gerard, just fucking great.

"Nuh-uh, mister. Guess where Ry is," Brendon said with a grin. Gerard looked at him, in his eyes everything but will for life.

"Home?" Gerard sighed. "Couldn't you just go pester him? And where's Pat, even?"

"Grounded," Brendon sighed. "His mom wasn't pleased when she saw me returning that Volvo, she told him there were 'no hangouts this weekend'."

Gerard groaned. If he had to spend the whole weekend in bed, it would be much better if he had Bren and Pat fighting over stupid things. At least the snorting would unclog his nose.

"He's at home, yes, but guess who magically got a day off today," Brendon smirked. Gerard quirked an eyebrow.

"Jesus?" Gerard said without interest, coughing his soul out while Brendon was rolling his eyes and sighing.

"Ray," Brendon finally said. "He should probably call when they-" He was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. He had some sort of 'exactly' face and then he answered the phone, frowning at someone who wouldn't let him say a word. Probably Ryan, he was like the only person who could talk more than Brendon. "Okay. Yes, I'll tell him. Okay. No, don't- Yeah. That's fine. I'll come over tomorrow, if Gerard feels better I'll wrap him up in a blanket like a burrito and bring him with me. Calm down, breathe, if this is what you reacted, I want to see his reaction holy fuck. Yeah, call you later babe, bye," he finally hung up and looked at Gerard with a giant smirk on his face. "News time."

"Oh," Gerard sat upright.

Notes

frank and gerard made contact welp i'mma die
coffee at 1:am ftw, yolo and other short motivational shits people like me and dan howell try to use ironically but in fact are just hopeless hipsters
uhm so
this is my tumblr:
me: why am i obsessed with a guy who calls himself 'frnkiero' ? my best friend: because you call yourself 'doctor milo'

i'mma go fly into the sunset now
sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh30