Mine?Yours.Always?Forever.

Frank’s POV
We continued walking to my house and I couldn't help but to steal a few glances at Gerard. He was actually beautiful and it devastated me that he could never be mine, he was probably straight. His little upturned pixie nose, his messy ass fire engine red hair, those pink lips and those eyes that I swear I could get lost in. They were mostly green but with a few specks of golden brown here and there. Everything about him was just absolutely flawless. Sometimes I caught him staring at me but he blushed and quickly looked away, I wish he hadn't.
After what seemed like forever and 2 years, we finally got to my house. I dragged him down to my basement bedroom where my walls were plastered with U2, The Used, Black Flag, The Misfits, Blink 182, Nirvana and Slipknot posters. He seemed impressed. I told him to take off his shirt so I could clean him up and assess his injuries. It wasn't actually that bad but he had yellowing hand and foot shaped bruises along his stomach and chest. That really worries me.I wish I could have protected him all those times he got bullied for no reason, but I'm here now and I will take care of him. I hate to say this but really he has no one, his brother and parents all ignore him. I will change that, I will love him like he deserves to be loved. I told him to turn around and I saw something I’ve only ever seen on myself, Cuts. Scars. Scabs. EVERYWHERE.
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Gerard’s POV
He told me to turn around and I complied, forgetting about all the scars and cuts. I turned to face him slowly and his beautiful features were molded into a look of shock-horror. He reached his hand out to me, “G-g-gerard” he stuttered. But it was too late; I was already out the door. I ran until my legs ached, which in my condition wasn't very far. I only got to the end of his road; I sank down onto my knees and started sobbing for a little while. Why do I screw everything up? Maybe Brendon and Ryan are right, I am just an emo fag. He could’ve loved me. He could’ve been my friend. But no, I had to mess it up like always. Maybe I should just end it today, as soon as I get home. Frank, my first and only friend and I’m leaving him on the day I met him. ‘Wow Gerard, stop being such a bloody coward, if he’s your friend he’ll accept you, right?’ I don’t know how long I sat there sobbing but at one point I just couldn't anymore, I wanted to die right then.
A little while later I thought I faintly heard Frank calling my name I stand up and see him. There’s a look in his eyes that I can’t quite place, but I’ll ignore it for now. “Why’d you run away?” he said. It took me a long time to reply, “Because I was, and still am, scared of what you’d think of me if you knew”. He went on to tell me that he’d try his best to always look after and protect me. Wow, I’ve only known him for a day. Maybe he likes me, or he’s just overly friendly. He took me back to his house and laid me down in his bed, but I didn’t want to sleep alone. Maybe he would sleep with me? “Frankie?” I ask nervously. “Yeeeaaahhh Gee?” he replies with a smile. “Can you um like cuddle me to sleep please? It’s okay if you don’t-“I was interrupted by him crawling into his bed and kissing my forehead “Of course I’ll sleep with you” he said. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and I put one arm around his neck, and one hand balled the fabric of his shirt into my fist, to make sure he didn't leave me. He was just so warm. He just made me feel so safe. But, he can never be mine, so I’ll just enjoy tonight while he’s still my friend.
“Goodnight Gee.”, he said sleepily, kissing my forehead again, that familiar look in his eyes.
“Goodnight Frankie”, I replied with a shit eating smile on my face.
And I fell asleep in his arms. Feeling loved. Feeling cared about.

Notes

Sorrryyy it's super shit but yh don't hate mee? btw thoughts are italic xx

Neina x.