Do You Wanna Hold My Hand?
I Just Wanted You To Know.
Chapter Twenty: I Just Wanted You To Know.
As Gerard walked home, he found Bert standing on the corner of a street, cigarette in one hand, mobile in the other.
"Heya Getard!" He mocked the long haired boy. Gerard didn't even acknowledge him but before he could cross the road Bert had grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him close.
"Answer me bitch!" Bert demanded.
"No." Gerard simply replied before throwing his fist into Bert's face. He fell to the floor, confused and dazed whilst Gerard stood over him laughing.
"You fucking ruined my life and you actually expect me to talk to you?" Gerard spat before kicking Bert's head. Bert simple groaned in response.
"You bastard." Gerard muttered, kicking Bert one last time before walking the rest of the way home.
"Hey Gerard! How's Frank?" Mikey beamed up from the sofa, hyper as per usual. Gerard slumped down next to him, fighting the tears back.
"Woah wait, what's up?" Mikey was shocked, he'd never seen his brother cry before so the tear trickling down Gerard's face was one of the scariest things he'd ever seen.
"I ... I messed up Mikey. And now Frank hates me." Gerard stuttered, staring blankly ahead, his eyes filled with emptiness. Mikey hugged his brother, telling him things would be okay soon.
"You and Frank are like ... Well ... I dunno. Ying and yang I suppose. You'll always be together cos your perfect for each others. He adores you, and that tear right there is proof that you love him more then anything else in this world!" Mikey pointed at the tear rolling down Gerard's cheek and smiled.
"Thanks mike, but I don't think it's that simple." Gerard ruffled the younger boys hair before standing up and shuffling off to his room. He slumped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling before finally drifting off into restless sleep.
"I'm sorry Frankie." He muttered.
Frank wandered around the house for hours doing menial tasks, trying to remove Gerard from his mind. Unsuccessfully. In the end he gave up and turned the tv on, hoping he could drown out his thoughts with pointless television, again unsuccessful. He ran his hands through his hair before punching the arm of the sofa.
"Why?!" He screamed, burying his face in the soft material of the sofa and screaming. He contemplated everything that had happened although the very memory of the video of Bert and Gerard he had been shown thoroughly repulsed him, he finally came to a conclusion. Although Gerard had ripped his life apart, he also was his life. Frank's world seemed to orbit around Gerard's. The idea of living without Gerard terrified Frank, but so did the idea of Gerard hurting him again for sex and drugs. Even though he'd only been gone a few hours, Frank missed Gerard, the way the house came alive when he walked in, his very touch brought everything to life and his scent filling the empty rooms. He sighed. If he let Gerard back into his life he knew there was a chance he'd be hurt again but if he didn't, his life wouldn't be complete. Frank groaned, running his hands through his hair once again. Why did life have to be so confusing?
"Hey honey!" Frank's mum shouted from the hallway downstairs. Frank shouted down a "Hey I'm sleeping!" before rolling over in his bed, covering his whole body with his duvet. For a few hours Frank had been able to remove Gerard and everything else from his mind and sleep relatively peacefully, it had given him some time to clear his head and realise what he should do.
"What time is it mum?" Frank asked his mother sleepily.
"It's 11:30 darling, why?" Frank's mum asked cheerfully.
"Oh ... PM I'm gunna presume?" Frank muttered, grabbing a glass of milk from the fridge whilst his mother unpacked some plastic shopping bags.
"Yes silly, I didn't wake you up did I?" She asked, still unpacking.
"Nawh, not really. I'm gunna go back to sleep, do you mind if I go over to Gerard's tomorrow?" Frank asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course I don't! You know you can go see him whenever you want honey." Frank's mum smiled sweetly at her mischievous looking son. Frank muttered a sarcastic "yey." before jogging through into the living room to remove the video Bert had placed in his TV. He didn't know what to do with it when he got to his room so decided to throw it in the bottom of his wardrobe, somewhere only he would go.
"Night mum!" He shouted down the stairs before snuggling up in his duvet and closing his eyes.
"Night Mike." Gerard smiled, ruffling his younger brothers hair before removing his Avengers DVD from the TV and shuffling into his room. He tried to sleep but couldn't so decided to make a trip to the basement to his piano. It had been a few months since he'd visited it, his mother didn't like to clean the basement very often so he had to take extra care not to walk into any spiders webs on the way down the creaky wooden stair case.
"Hello there." He smiled, lifting off a large black cover to reveal a large electric piano, black of course. Gerard spent the next 7 hours writing a song, he called it "The World Is Ugly." and based it on Frank. Eventually he fell asleep on his piano, surrounded by sheets of music and lyrics, and fell into blissful memories of his time with Frank.
As Gerard walked home, he found Bert standing on the corner of a street, cigarette in one hand, mobile in the other.
"Heya Getard!" He mocked the long haired boy. Gerard didn't even acknowledge him but before he could cross the road Bert had grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him close.
"Answer me bitch!" Bert demanded.
"No." Gerard simply replied before throwing his fist into Bert's face. He fell to the floor, confused and dazed whilst Gerard stood over him laughing.
"You fucking ruined my life and you actually expect me to talk to you?" Gerard spat before kicking Bert's head. Bert simple groaned in response.
"You bastard." Gerard muttered, kicking Bert one last time before walking the rest of the way home.
"Hey Gerard! How's Frank?" Mikey beamed up from the sofa, hyper as per usual. Gerard slumped down next to him, fighting the tears back.
"Woah wait, what's up?" Mikey was shocked, he'd never seen his brother cry before so the tear trickling down Gerard's face was one of the scariest things he'd ever seen.
"I ... I messed up Mikey. And now Frank hates me." Gerard stuttered, staring blankly ahead, his eyes filled with emptiness. Mikey hugged his brother, telling him things would be okay soon.
"You and Frank are like ... Well ... I dunno. Ying and yang I suppose. You'll always be together cos your perfect for each others. He adores you, and that tear right there is proof that you love him more then anything else in this world!" Mikey pointed at the tear rolling down Gerard's cheek and smiled.
"Thanks mike, but I don't think it's that simple." Gerard ruffled the younger boys hair before standing up and shuffling off to his room. He slumped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling before finally drifting off into restless sleep.
"I'm sorry Frankie." He muttered.
Frank wandered around the house for hours doing menial tasks, trying to remove Gerard from his mind. Unsuccessfully. In the end he gave up and turned the tv on, hoping he could drown out his thoughts with pointless television, again unsuccessful. He ran his hands through his hair before punching the arm of the sofa.
"Why?!" He screamed, burying his face in the soft material of the sofa and screaming. He contemplated everything that had happened although the very memory of the video of Bert and Gerard he had been shown thoroughly repulsed him, he finally came to a conclusion. Although Gerard had ripped his life apart, he also was his life. Frank's world seemed to orbit around Gerard's. The idea of living without Gerard terrified Frank, but so did the idea of Gerard hurting him again for sex and drugs. Even though he'd only been gone a few hours, Frank missed Gerard, the way the house came alive when he walked in, his very touch brought everything to life and his scent filling the empty rooms. He sighed. If he let Gerard back into his life he knew there was a chance he'd be hurt again but if he didn't, his life wouldn't be complete. Frank groaned, running his hands through his hair once again. Why did life have to be so confusing?
"Hey honey!" Frank's mum shouted from the hallway downstairs. Frank shouted down a "Hey I'm sleeping!" before rolling over in his bed, covering his whole body with his duvet. For a few hours Frank had been able to remove Gerard and everything else from his mind and sleep relatively peacefully, it had given him some time to clear his head and realise what he should do.
"What time is it mum?" Frank asked his mother sleepily.
"It's 11:30 darling, why?" Frank's mum asked cheerfully.
"Oh ... PM I'm gunna presume?" Frank muttered, grabbing a glass of milk from the fridge whilst his mother unpacked some plastic shopping bags.
"Yes silly, I didn't wake you up did I?" She asked, still unpacking.
"Nawh, not really. I'm gunna go back to sleep, do you mind if I go over to Gerard's tomorrow?" Frank asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course I don't! You know you can go see him whenever you want honey." Frank's mum smiled sweetly at her mischievous looking son. Frank muttered a sarcastic "yey." before jogging through into the living room to remove the video Bert had placed in his TV. He didn't know what to do with it when he got to his room so decided to throw it in the bottom of his wardrobe, somewhere only he would go.
"Night mum!" He shouted down the stairs before snuggling up in his duvet and closing his eyes.
"Night Mike." Gerard smiled, ruffling his younger brothers hair before removing his Avengers DVD from the TV and shuffling into his room. He tried to sleep but couldn't so decided to make a trip to the basement to his piano. It had been a few months since he'd visited it, his mother didn't like to clean the basement very often so he had to take extra care not to walk into any spiders webs on the way down the creaky wooden stair case.
"Hello there." He smiled, lifting off a large black cover to reveal a large electric piano, black of course. Gerard spent the next 7 hours writing a song, he called it "The World Is Ugly." and based it on Frank. Eventually he fell asleep on his piano, surrounded by sheets of music and lyrics, and fell into blissful memories of his time with Frank.
7/27/13