The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walked down Main Street. I haven't talked to Frank since this past Saturday, but he's being released tomorrow. Lindsey called this morning to tell me how he's doing. He apparently admitted to previously self-harming, so now he has to see a psychologist weekly and has to take anti-depressants. I'm happy he'll be getting help, and hopefully telling someone about his mom. I looked up from my boots to see a store, a sign above it reading "ELLA'S MUSIC SUPPLY". I pushed through the glass door, making a bell above it ring. I've only been here once before, with Frank. when we went out to QT to get cigarettes and passed by it. He dragged me into the store, speaking frantically about a guitar they had. We had no money at that time, but I've been saving up for the past month or so to get it for him. I looked around the dimly lit room for a few seconds before spotting the same guitar hung up on the wall. Thank god. I smiled courteously at the only employee there and shuffled over to where the guitar was. I hesitantly took it off the rack, holding it in my hands. Yeah, Frank will definitely love this. Let's just hope I don't ruin it trying to learn for his birthday. I turned back to the cashier, who was staring at me, and held up the instrument. She nodded, her curly brown hair bouncing up and down. "Just bring it here, I'll get you straps and the case," she told me in what sounded like a slight British accent. I carefully walked over to the counter and put it down, then reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. She pulled out a few straps and put them on the counter. "5 dollars each," she said simply, then turned back around to get a case. I picked through a few, but ultimately decided on a one with a pattern of the flag. "That'll be... 179 even," she muttered as she put the guitar into the case carefully.
I nodded and picked out two 100$ bills. I'll admit, I stole one from mom's wallet. I handed them to her and she stuffed them into the register, taking out a twenty and a one afterwards. She handed them to me and I just rolled it up and put it in my pocket.
"So, how long have you played guitar?" she asked, trying to strike up a conversation as I swung the case over my shoulder.
"Oh, I don't," I replied. "But my boyfriend does. His birthday is coming soon, so I'm getting this for him."
"Ah. Wish him a happy birthday for me!"
I chuckled. "Thanks, I will... uh--"
"Ella," she replied, answering my unspoken question. "The name's Ella."
I smiled. "Gerard. And my boyfriend is Frank."
"Tell Frank his local guitar vendor wishes him a happy birthday."
"I will," I said, and started walking over to the door. "Sure you'll be seeing a lot of us!" I called over my shoulder as I stepped back outside.

And into the pouring rain.

I groaned and put up the hood of my jacket to cover my head. When I turned around to walk back home, I saw Ella laugh at me, her hand covering her mouth but her eyes giving all of the expression.

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The wait was unbearable. I couldn't even go into the vicinity of the hospital, apparently, so I had to sit at home waiting for him. I was already exhausted from school. Jack went easy on me when Frank was around, but a whole week without my boyfriend around has made his beatings as brutal as possible without sending me to the hospital. A bruise was forming on my cheekbone, I was sure. I told Mikey that Frank had been in the hospital, but not the reason why. I didn't feel like explaining. He was upstairs, telling me that he knew if he stayed in the living room he would have to watch me and Frank make out, which would be "totally gross".

I heard a car pull up to the house and nearly jumped out of my seat. But I stayed calm and in my seat. I mindlessly started tapping my fingers on the arm of the chair waiting for him.

After a few minutes, the door swung open, and light flooding in from outside blinded me for a second. I blinked rapidly until I could make out Lindsey in the doorway, turned around and muttering to someone else behind her. She walked in with the same, black-clad person in tow.

Frank.

He looked up from the door and immediately a smile broke out on his face. He let go of Lindsey's arm and ran over to me, yelling my name, like a little kid. I stood up to hug him, but nearly fell back into the chair from the amount of force in his hug. He nearly crushed me, but I didn't really care. "Welcome back, babe," I murmured. Instead of replying, he stood on his tiptoes and kissed me.
"I missed you," he whispered, smiling slightly. I leaned forward to kiss him again, but then Lindsey spoke.
"Okay, okay, I don't need to see my patients making out!" she joked, pushing us apart. I pouted, making her laugh. She turned to Frank. "So, you have the address of Dr. Desposito?" she asked. He nodded. "Okay. Please don't forget to take your pills." She ruffled up his hair and yelled a goodbye over her shoulder as she hurried out of the house.

I turned back to Frank, feeling my lips tug up into a smile. I was kinda just resisting the urge to mark up his neck right now, to be honest. Fuck hormones. I mean, shouldn't I be crying and jumping for joy right now? Well, I am absolutely ecstatic he's back. He turned to me, smiling, and that silenced all my thoughts. I subconsciously reached out and took his hand in mine, making him giggle like a little kid. "I missed you too," I replied, tugging him forward so our bodies were touching. I used my free hand to brush hair out of his face and expose his brown-hazel eyes. "I love you."
He smiled wider, if that was even possible. "I love you more," he said. "I am so lucky to have you."
I laughed.
"No, really. You're an amazing boyfriend. And fuck, you're handsome." I could feel a blush creeping up. "Aww, Gee's blushing!"
In response, I leaned down and tucked one arm under his knees, the other in the small of his back, and picked him up bridal style.
"Gerard!" he yelled as I carried him upstairs, "Put me down!" I simply shook my head no. He pounded at my chest, but I wouldn't let him go. I closed my bedroom door behind me with my foot and dropped him onto the bed. Before he could get up, I plopped down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. He squirmed around for a few seconds before giving up, probably realizing his attempts were futile.
"You're the amazing one here," I whispered. I was greeted with soft snoring. "Are you asleep?"
More snoring.
"I guess so."

In reality, I was the lucky one here. I had an absolutely amazing and hot boyfriend, who's possibly the sweetest person ever. I'm so happy to have him here cuddled up to me.

And with those thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.

Notes

if anyone knows who Ella is supposed to be c'mere you're my new friend
i don't really like this chapter ughhh
thank you for 58 subscribers and 14.5k+ views! also i'm the first fic on the popular page! i'm really self-conscious about my writing, even now, so that's amazing to me
oh! another thing! so the teacher/student frerard is a thing that's going to be happening. basically it's just that gerard is the typical outcast, frank is the new teacher that everyone finds hot, and mikey is the popular kid who kinda forgets he has a brother. yeah. i just don't have an idea for the name. tbh i was going to name it "Falling In Love With A Teacher Is The Least Fun A Teenage Boy Can Have Without Taking His Clothes Off" but that's kinda long soooo
i'm also considering Mcrlove412's idea for the fic
if any of you help me with a title i'll credit youuuu <3


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