Me and Frank sat in front of the school, passing a cigarette back and forth. Mikey didn't get out until 3:45 and I usually walk him home. My gaze was focused on the players in the field, throwing a football back and forth. I honestly don't understand how throwing a ball is appealing to them. Or anyone, for that matter. Then again, my hobbies include etching into dead trees with a mineral and emitting sound waves. Frank's and Mikey's are strumming some polymer and wire, respectively. My thoughts were broken by Frank's voice. "Can you tell me about your cancer?"
I turned my head to him, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"
He took another drag before replying. "About your cancer. Where it's at, why it's incurable, how it causes seizures." He handed the cigarette to me. "I want to hear it from you, not a doctor."
"Well," I sighed. "I don't really understand it all that much. The medical jargon Lindsey uses is completely foreign to me. But, from what I understand, there is a tumor in my temporal lobe. I don't know how, but it causes seizures." I didn't really want to talk about this, I always felt my heart sink to my stomach when I had to talk about what was killing me. "I don't know why it's incurable."
"When did you find out?"
I gulped. "Um... the-the day I met you, I had a seizure. I had been having several that week, but that time I passed out. I woke up a week later, I had fallen into a coma, and that's when I was told I had 6 months." My voice broke as I finished the last sentence, and I had to cover my mouth to with my hand to stop myself from making some unintelligible noise from crying. I felt an arm wrap around me and a pair of lips press against my cheek. "Fuck, Frankie," I muttered, "I'm gonna miss you."
"Don't say things like that," he whispered, "there's always hope."
I nodded, though I didn't believe him. It was just... just time, I guess. I ran my hand through his short hair and craned my neck a bit to kiss the top of his head.
"I wasn't kidding earlier when I said maybe when we get home," he told me as he pulled away. The bell rang just as he finished his sentence, as if on cue. I tilted my head in confusion, but realized what he meant after a few moments. I laced our fingers together as I took a drag of the cigarette. I noticed Mikey walking over to us, his pace slow (per usual), and stepped out the death stick into the ground (A/N: I know "death stick" is so overused, but I thought saying "cigarette" again would be a bit repetitive). He nodded in my general direction and we stood up to join him.
"So, I can see you two have already gotten a beating?" he asked when we caught up to him, motioning towards our bruises and my cuts. He sighed when we nodded. "Mom said we're going out to dinner tonight with Lindsey," he told us, "make sure you cover that up, okay?" We nodded once more and he turned on his heel to our house. "I'll walk ahead for you two lovebirds to make out or whatever," he said over his shoulder, waving a hand at us. I chuckled and snaked my arm around Frank. He rested his head on my arm and sighed.
"I'll miss you more," he whispered to me, barely audible above the sound of passing cars and shouting of kids.
"I doubt that," I replied, and pulled him closer to me.

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"Batman would definitely beat Superman in a fight," Mikey spat back at us.
"Seriously?" Frank said, and eyebrow raised.
"I'm staying with my choice of Spiderman," I replied.
The two were sitting on the edge of my bed, bickering over which superhero would win in a showdown. I've learned Frankie gets really aggressive when he talks about things he's passionate about, and this time was no exception. He was wildly waving his hands around as he spoke, and Mikey kept his calm demeanor during the discussion. For a second, I forgot Frank was my fiance. Rather, he felt like a lifelong best friend. My thoughts were, once again, interrupted by a knock at my bedroom door. "C'mon," my mom said, "time to go." We muttered an "ok" and got up from my bed. Frank intertwined our fingers as we walked downstairs. Mikey muttered something about us making him sick, but I knew he was happy I found someone. We clambered into the backseat of my mom's car. Frank in the middle, I on the driver's side, and Mikey on the passenger side. I stared out the window as we drove to wherever we were going, admiring the late summer sky. The sun was barely above the horizon and the moon already visible. Frank twirled my faded red hair around his finger. I need to dye it back to black this weekend. Anyways...
We eventually arrived at the restaurant. I had never seen it before, but from the outside it seemed to be fancy. Completely out of Frank and I's league, with our black skinnies and band shirts and eyeliner. My necklace, the same one with his name engraved into the tag, jingled as I crawled out of the small car. Still holding hands, me and Frank followed my parents and brother into the restaurant.

It was still quite fancy on the inside. Not a five-star, celebrity-exclusive kind of fancy, but still kind of fancy. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and instrumentals played from the stereos hidden away in the faux foliage. Kind of like... a slightly high-class Olive Garden. Why would Lindsey invite us here, of all places? She seemed like someone who would had a business meeting in a Costco bathroom. I mean that in the sweetest way possible. It's just... she didn't seem like the type to eat here. I guess she wanted to impress my parents or something. My mom walked up to an attendant near the door, asking him about a girl named Lindsey coming in. He nodded and pointed towards a table in the back. We went to where he had pointed to find Lindsey sitting at a table. She wore the same clothes as usual, a schoolgirl-like getup. A vest over a button up, a tie, skirt, boots, and fishnets. Her black hair was in the same pigtails as always, and I could see the matchsticks she always stuck into the hairties sticking out. She looked up from her phone and her red-painted lips tugged up into a smile. "Donna, Donald, hi," she said, "please, sit." She motioned towards the five other chairs situated around the rectangular table. Mikey sat next to her, my parents sat at the opposite ends, and me and Frankie sat next to eachother, across from Mikes and Lindsey. "So," she started, "I just wanted to have a nice dinner with you all. Maybe discuss Gerard's condition if necessary." The last sentence sounded like more of a question than a statement.
"Thank you, Lindsey," my dad said.
"It's my pleasure." I had never heard he speak formally, it was kind of weird. I squeezed Frank's hand and saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

Me and him stayed silent most of the time, as I usually was when I was out with family. I was comfortable around Lindsey, but not around my parents. Occasionally, Frankie leaned over to kiss my cheek, and my parents would give us a dirty look, accompanied by Mikey intently staring at them until they were uncomfortable. My parents were talking to Lindsey about international news or something when I felt a hand on my thigh. I turned to Frankie and he simply winked at me.

Is he gonna do what I think he i--

Fuck. He is. He rubbed his hand against the crotch of my jeans, eliciting an extremely quiet whimper from me. He smirked and pressed harder. I slumped over in my seat and ran a hand through my hair. I could already feel heat gathering in my face as he continued, pressing a bit harder everytime I had to purse my lips to silence myself. I wriggled around in my seat. "Gerard, are you okay?" Lindsey asked, her voice filled with concern.

Well, no. I kind of have a boner because Frank likes to watch me suffer.

But I couldn't say that.

"I, uh... mm--" I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think of a lie. "I don't feel well," I muttered and practically sprinted in the direction the sign in the corner said was the bathroom. I slammed the door of a stall and locked it. After a minute, I heard the door swing open again, and a familiar voice filled the room.
"Gee Bear?"
I groaned. "The fuck, Frank?" I said as I opened the door, Instead of an answer, I was pulled into a kiss.
"I'm sorry," he whispered when he pulled away. "It's-- that was extremely inappropriate." He sighed. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. Just... hormones mixed with having a fiance equals.. that."
I leaned forward and kiss him again. "When we get home, okay?" I felt him smile into the kiss and pull me closer, running through my hair and tugging on it lightly. He pulled away after a minute, already panting a bit.
"Frank Iero-Way," he mumbled, "I like it."

Notes

i quite like this chapter??
idk
i was reading i am legend earlier (as apart of my homework for honors science) and it inspired me????
in other news: i bought the ap press commemorative issue with andy biersack on it (though i dont listen to bvb)
im so upset they didn't have the patrick or brendon one at hot topic
first world problems
still related to hot topic: i was in the store for 45 minutes and the entire time they were playing mcr
i nearly died when i walked in and heard vampires will never hurt you
the cashier was even lipsyncing teenagers
unrelated: i went to walmart and there was an employee standing by the door (they're the ones that check your receipt to make sure you're not shoplifting) and she was so cuTE
#PANSEXUALPROBLEMS: EVERYONE THAT'S EVEN MILDLY ATTRACTIVE SUDDENLY MAKES YOU A FLUSTERED IDIOT
more unrelated stuff: LOOKING FOR ALASKA IS BEING MADE INTO A MOVIE AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S MY FAVORITE BOOK

if anyone understands why i chose the wording "it was just time" at the beginning, ily

xo