Gerard’s POV

The ride home was almost silent. I heard Frank sniffle a few times, and I would watch him out of the corner of my eye at every red light. Once I parked the car in Frank’s driveway, I waited for him to get out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask, not sure if he will answer me.

Silence.

“Frank?”

Silence.

I watch him remove his seat belt, not wanting to make eye contact with anything but the outside world. After he gets his seatbelt off, and turns to me, but still refuses to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry,” He says quietly, and leans in. His lips brush mine, and he pushes harder against me. I kiss back and his hands trail up my side and cup my face.

“I love you,” Frank breaths and slowly pulls away.

“I love you too,” I reply and I watch him sling his messenger bag over his shoulder, and walk into his house.

I just sit there. My head rests on my hand and I watch the door of his house. I see a light turn on in the house out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and look at Frank's room on the second floor. I watch him enter his room, and he just stands there. All of a sudden, I watch his mouth open wide and he tangles his fingers in his hair as if he was screaming. He begins to throw around his sheets and blankets and I sit up in the car, worried for him.

Suddenly, my heart stops when I see him hold something.

A razor.

I quickly rip my seatbelt off and I run out of the car. I watch him while I run through the snow and he turns on music from a stereo. I can even hear it from out here.

I bang on the door, but then I realize that Linda is at work.

"Frank!" I yell, but the music still plays. I look under the mat, but there's no key.

"Fuck!" I hiss and I run to a window in the living room. I try to pry it open, but obviously it isn't going to be open in January.

I don't have a fucking choice.

I stand back and hold my fist so my elbow is in front of me. I bring it back and slam it right into the living room of Frank's house, successfully breaking the window. I feel a stinging pain in my elbows and I know I'm already bleeding.

I curse under my breath, and I climb into the house. My ears already hurt from the loud music and I just ignore the aching and run up the stairs. I run down the hallway until I get to Frank's door. I go to open it, but the knob only jingles. I feel the bile rising in my throat. I try the knob again, more aggressively this time.

I'm not fucking in the mood right now.

I stand back and kick the door as hard as I possibly can. It flies open and hits the wall in Frank's room. Frank sees me and his teary eyes go wide. I charge towards him, knocking over the radio and stopping the sound on the way.

"Ger-" I slap the razor out of his hand' allowing it to make a clang sound as it hits the window. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out another.

I'm frozen.

Frozen as he keeps eye contact with me.

Frozen as he places the blade on his upper skin on his forearm.

Frozen as he slices his skin.

Frozen as the blood begins to pour out.

That's when I move.

I grab the razor from his hand and squeeze, causing my the blade to rip the skin open on my palm in various places. I drop it to the floor and when Frank sees my hand, he goes to hold it.

I snatch it away and fall to my knees. He looks down at me with teary eyes, and I bring my lips to the wound in his skin.

I brush his arm with my lips and eventually begin kissing the actual cut. The blood smeared on my lips doesn't bother me. I also ignore his pleads for me to stop.

I stand up with my head down, and I remove my letter jacket. I then remove my shirt, leaving me with my bare chest facing Frank. I wrap my shirt tightly around the wound on his arm, and then I hold him close to me.

It seemed like hours although we were only there for a couple of minutes. The sound was almost gone and it was nearly silent.

"Gerard-" Frank starts.

"Shut up,"

"But, your elbow..."

I look at my elbow and I watch small trickles of blood fall on my shoes. I curse and reach into my pocket and I find a napkin. I used it to wipe Franks tears one day, and I just like to keep it with me.

I sigh and pale it on my bloody gash, and I keep it here, but I still keep Frank cradled to me in one of my arms.

"I broke your window," I state and Frank rips his head from my chest and stares up at me.

"What?"

"I saw you," I swallow. "In the window, and you were holding the blade. I couldn't get in the house, so I broke the window."

"I-we-I have to fix it,"

"I'll call someone, don't worry," I say and I lean down and peck his lips.

"I love you," I brush a piece of hair out of his face. "Don't forget that."

"I-I won't," he whisper and gently kisses me. I hold him in a tight embrace an kiss him back.
We end up falling to the bed, Frankie under me.

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We made love slowly under the sheets. Frank and I barely ever breaking eye contact.

I called the window repair men and they gladly came over the house and replaced the glass. Frank and I are currently in his bed, laying next to each other.

"Boys? I have dinner- FRANK?!" Frank bolts up, allowing his mother to see his bare chest.

"M-mom?" Frank squeaks.

"What the hell did you boys do?!" She yells furiously.

I stand up, and I'm glad it suggested we at least our pants on.

"Ms. Iero, we didn't do anything. We just were cuddling because it was cold. Frank got milk all over my shirt and he felt bad that I was shirtless and he wasn't. I assure you we did boning of that nature." I lie. I obviously can't tell Frank's mother that he was cutting himself, so we had sex and cuddled.

It's good I'm a fantastic liar.

Notes

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