GERARD'S P.O.V.

As I followed Frank up the dark staircase to the door of my house, I could not stop thinking of the look Patrick gave me. I knew I had to tell him eventually. That I'm dying. But not now. All I could do for now was assure him I love him, right?

I quickly pulled him into a hug, gripping him tightly. "I love you, Frankie," I whispered to him. "Don't ever forget that."
"I love you too, Gee."
I pulled away from the hug to look into the blurb my not-yet-adjusted-to-the-dark eyes made out of his face. "No, Frank. I love you more than you can even imagine. Even if one day I'm gone, remember that, okay?" He was replying when I pulled him into a passionate kiss. I slipped my tongue into his mouth without any warning and ran my hands through his dark hair. He wrapped his frail around my neck, pulling me closer and destroying any space between our bodies, and I brought my hands to his sides.
Suddenly, the door swung open. The body standing in the door had a quite familiar voice.

My mom.

"What are you guys doing?!" she screeched. I immediately pulled away from Frankie and stuck my hands in my pockets. But it was no use, she had seen just what we were doing. "Gerard Arthur Way!" she yelled, grabbing my wrist, and pulled me inside, Frankie following. I tried to shake my hand from her grip, which only made her squeeze my wrist tighter. She slammed the door and turned to me. "Gerard, Frank," she started, her voice more calm but probably just so she wouldn't alarm Mikey or my dad, "please explain this."
"There's nothing to explain," Frank snapped.
"I just-- I just saw my son making out with his friend. Of COURSE there's something to explain!"
"Mom, uh..." I was so afraid of this day, when I came out to my parents. They were raised by homophobic assholes, I didn't know what else to expect. "Mom, me and Frank are dating."
"... what?" I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see my mom's reaction once I replied to her question.
"I'm gay."
I didn't realize what had happened until I fell to the floor, my cheek stinging. I hissed in pain. She always had a strong slap. "Mrs. Way, please stop. He shouldn't be beaten because of his sexuality." I opened my eyes to see my mom was poised to hit Frank too.
"Mom, don't, p-please," I groaned. She brought her hand down to her side and brought her gaze to mine.
"You're sick," she hissed before stomping away to her room. As soon as she was out of sight, Frank kneeled down next to me.
"Gee, babe, are you okay?"
"She just slapped me," I croaked, "I'm fine." He helped me up and brought me into a hug. Without realizing it, I began to tear up. Tears prickling my vision soon became sobbing. Frank rubbed small circles on my back as I cried into his shoulder.

"She's s-such a g... great-t mom, F-Frankie," I whispered, "I w-was r-r-really hop-oping that... she would be o-okay with it..."
"I love you, Gerard," he replied. "I always will, okay? Even if your parents aren't as accepting." Instead of replying, I nodded. I heard footsteps behind me and flinched, thinking it was mom, but Frank's hold on me did not falter. Mikey's smooth voice reassured me I was fine.
"What happened, Gee?"
"M-mom f... found out," I stuttered.
"What...?"
"His mom found out we're dating," Frankie replied. "She, um... she-she-she got mad, at hit him."
"Oh my god," he gasped. Frank suddenly let me go, but his arms were quickly replaced by Mikey's.
"Gerard, I'm so sorry."
"Tha-thanks, Mikes."
"I'll talk to her in the morning, alright?" I nodded and pulled away.
"F-Frankie, wanna go to bed now?" He smiled wide and nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me to the staircase. "Night, little bro!" I called to Mikey. He laughed and threw a pillow at me, narrowly missing me as I ran upstairs.

"Frank, I'm so sorry about that," I whispered to him as we flopped down on my bed. He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my chest.
"It's fine, Gerard, really," he replied, his words slurred. He's probably tired. "Homophobia is gay."

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I woke up the next morning to yelling and screaming coming from downstairs. Frank was facing the other way now, one arm under his pillow and another hanging off the bed, so I didn't have to worry about waking him. Still, I slowly tip toed out of my bedroom. I couldn't tell who the voices belonged to until I had arrived downstairs.
"What possessed you to HIT HIM?" Mikey yelled.
"It's sick!" Mom yelled back.
"A man is born to be with another woman!" Dad agreed.
"THAT DOESN'T JUSTIFY HITTING HIM, MOM."
I walked into their view and cleared my throat, nervous, yet eager to join in on their debate. "So, you think it's wrong because I'm some sort of... of mutation? That's not true love," I hissed. "A real parent would love their child no matter what, even if they're what you would call an 'abberation'?" I put air quotes around the last word. They didn't reply.
"I'm happy with him. I've only known him for a short while, but I love him with all my heart and if you can't accept it it's your fucking fault."
Mom scoffed. "You're DYING. What's the point of being happy anymore?!"
I heard a small voice come from the staircase. "Gerard...?" I whipped my head around to see Frank. Dad pointed at him.
"You. I bet you're the one who corrupted my son."
"Dad, I was as straight as a circle before I even met him. I've known I was since the 3rd grade," I rebutted before walking over to Frank. "Please go back upstairs, Frankie."
"No. I want to defend you. And myself." He pushed past me and approached my parents, getting right up in their face. "You wanna know what's sick? Not accepting your son for who he is." He took a step back before turning to my mom and continuing. "Bitch." He ran upstairs and I followed. I found him in my room, putting on a jacket though it was summer.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"I need to talk a walk, Gerard."
"I love you," I whispered as he walked past me and ran down the staircase. He didn't reply. I tried to follow him out, but he slammed the door in my face. I turned back to my parents. "Thanks," I sarcastically spat as I slammed the front door, setting off to find Frank.

Notes

i got so sad writing this :c