you are another me

My eyes shoot open, it was dark so im assuming its not the morning yet.
I attempt to bring Frank closer to me but when my hand feels nothing but the sheets i have a minor heart attack.

Sitting up and waiting for my eyes to adjust. My room is empty.

Jesus christ, where has he gone? When did he leave?

Like, if he left when it was still light out then i shouldn't be worried but what if he left not too long ago? What if 'they' are outside? What if i'm too late and 'they' got Frank?

My mind is everywhere, jumping to scenarios. Wanting to just scream but at the same time wanting to just get up and look for the love of my life. All im doing is sitting on my matress doing nothing but freaking out when i could be outside looking for him.

So i follow my heart. Literally.

Jumping off the bed with nothing but a long sleeved shirt and boxer shorts, running to my front door and pushing it open. Though it doesn't open as i expected. I check the lock to make sure its unlocked and it is. I bite my lip in confusing trying to comprehend on whats going on with my door.

I push harder. So hard that my arms let out. I fall to the ground staring at the wooden piece of shit that won't open. I walk back upstairs to grab a flashlight that's hanging on one of the key hooks. I click the knob up for it to turn on. Once the beam of light is glowing up the room, i run back downstairs to my porch. Sliding back to the ground and pointing the flashlight at the bottom of the door to see if theres anything blocking it.

The thing is though. Ive always been terrified to look under things or out things in case i see something that i won't like or possibly something that will cause several heart attacks. As in looking out a window at night wishing for there not to be someone looking straight at you or under beds hoping some demon won't grab your shoulders and drag you under. In this case, under the door is something id rather not do but instead i just have to, in order to find out whats happening on the other side.

Im sweating like a pig by the time i get to see underneath the door.

What i see is something i cant unsee.
a little further away from my yard -on the hill- is figures standing. About two or three with unfocused faces. I blink a few times to try to focus but their faces remain blurry.

They turn to face me, from where their eyes are supposed to be, stare right at me. I grit my teeth. Knowing, hoping. This is all my imagination considering how fucked up i am.

But what really catches my eye is the body on the lawn.

Plaid shirt, black jeans, is all i can see from here. But im sure all of you get the hint.

I drop the flashlight. At this moment i dont know whats real or not. Heck, Frank could be just in the other room or at home. But what im seeing is that he's on the lawn. If you were in my situation you'd understand.

I get up as fast as i can. running into the door to make it at least budge.

When it doesnt do what i want, i punch it. Feeling the pain rise up in my right hand from where the past stitches were,

Then, i mentally slap myself in the face. I run to the back door. To my luck it opens.
My lips curl up into a crooked smile.
I run out. Letting the door slam into the hinges behind me.

I run towards the gate. Climbing it without thinking. I fall on the cement from the not thought out fall. Like i care.

When i reach my front yard. The people are gone but the body still lingers in the front of my house.

I cross my heart hoping that his heart is still beating as i walk closer to him.

Im standing above his body and sigh. His face is almost as pale as mine. Yet somehow manages to stay beautiful. I kneel down to get a closer look. His hair is damp and stuck to his face, my hand naturally moves the hair out of his face and behind his ear.

I dont even check if he's still alive or not but i do lay down beside him, wrapping my arms around his spread out small frame and bringing him closer.

Before i let my eyes close, i sit up enough to kiss his pale face. His skin is cold on my lips and i pull him closer to my body heat.

Then my eyes finally flutter close.

"I love you, Frank" I mutter before drifting off with the darkness.



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The sun beams interrupt my sleep and i go to ruffle Frank's hair bt of course, He not where he was last night. He's gone.

Tears well up in my eyes and i try to swipe them away but they're going down my face too quickly for me to even react. I roll over, my back facing the sun and i silently cry into the ground. Whatever that was, a dream or me finding out i have schizophrenia. Id do anything to see his face again.

then i hear crumpling of leaves and i hesitantly look towards the sound and my eyes light up, tears still falling.

Frank is walking towards me with a plate of whatever.

His smile fades into a frown and he places the plate down and runs to me.

"Oh Gerard, What's wrong?!" Frank goes on his knees and puts a hand on my shoulder

"I thought you were gone forever" I whisper

Frank's eyebrows furrow together, then it looks like he figured something out.

"Shit, I woke up right beside you and well .. i dont really know how i got there. Must've been sleep walking. Anyway .. I wanted to make breakfast for you before you woke up. I-I left a note but i guess it flew away?"

I stare at him for a moment then he starts talking again.

"By the way, i think your front door is broken because it wont open?"

I dont even pay attention to what he's saying, all i do is stare at those perfect lips/

I smile. Quickly using all my body strength to tackle Frank to the ground.

My legs are between his and i just lay flat on top of him, trying my hardest not to crush his body.

"Gerard?" He asks, a smile spreading across his face

"Can i kiss you?" I look into his eyes and his smile grows bigger

"Is that even a question?" He laughs and i continue to stare

"Of course you can" Frank purrs pulling the collar of my shirt down

I close my eyes as our lips collide.

On spur of moment, laughter interrupts my throat and Frank squeals into the kiss.

We break the kiss smiling goofy at each other
It doesnt take long until we're both giggling messes.

"What are we even laughing about?" Frank asks out of breath

"I have no idea, i guess all of it was just built up inside of us for so long" I pull on Frank's shirt bringing him closer for another kiss. He complies right away.

"I love your lips wow" Frank says

"Yeah? Well i love you" I say right back, snuggling into his chest.

"Dude this should be the opposite. I should be the one on your chest"

"Why? is this bothering you because-" I start

"No! i was just saying ..i dont know" Frank yells hugging me

I laugh at his outburst, planting little kisses on my neck.

-
"Im hungry" I yawn

Frank attempts to get up, but i pull him back down. “Don’t leave. Let’s just stay here for a little while.”

“You just said you were hungry!” Frank throws his hands up in the air

"No i didnt" I denie pulling him closer

"I have food just over there" Frank sighs pointing to the plate on the ground

I shake my head pouting

“I want you to stay here for just a little longer.”

“I can’t stay here forever.”

“Yes you can,” I say, kissing the back of Frank’s neck.

“Gerard, do you really love me as much as you say you do?”

“That’s a stupid question. Of course I do.”

“Then alright,” Frank says, “Let’s stay here a little while.”

Notes

Oh, well.