What's life like bleeding on the floor

Gerard's POV

As soon as we arrive at franks house(he had to give me directions, but i got confused, so we got lost a couple of times) he steps out of the car and raises his hand in a 'wait here' gesture.

he walks to the front of the house and pursts his ear against the door. After a few seconds, he slowly opens it and cautiously steps inside. I hear a sound like smashing glass, and am about to get out of the car, when he runs out the door, slamming it behind him.

he rushes to the car and before hes even in all the way, he says "Nope, cant stay at mine, gogogo!" I slam my foot down on the gas. "Old park, where we used to hang out." He said breathily. "Kay." I reply, a bit confused.

I drive the familiar route to the park, stepping out of the car as soon as were there. I walk around to the other side of the car to help frank out.

He opens the door before me though, and step out only to fall over onto the cement of the sidewalk. "Frank?! " i exclaim, kneeling and picking him up off the ground. I stand him up, and when i look at him, hes crying and his nose is bloody. He falls into my chest and i wrap my arms around his small figure.

my worry increases as he begins to sob, shaking violently. "I- he- ........" I lead him over to the rusty swing set. I sit down on one of the old seats, and sit him down so yes on my lap, facing me.

he continues to sob, so i press his face to my chest and run my fingers through his hair. His cries fade and he pulls away to look at me.

"Frankie...." i trail off. His eyes are puffy, from crying, one of them has a bruise forming around it. There is a deep crimson gash on his forehead, and his nose is bloody and looks broken. His eyeliner is running down his cheeks, his shirt and mine soaked in his tears. "Baby.... come on, let's get you cleaned up."

i help him to the public restroom thats near the park. There i wipe of the blood and eyeliner and find a first aid kit on the wall. It contains bandaids, so i put an extra large sized one over the cut on his forehead.

we step out of the restroom and find ourselves once again sitting on the swings. This time with us each on our own seat, rather than sharing one.

i hear the all-too-familiar sound from when we were children. "Ice cream!!!" Frank squeals. I laugh and stand up taking his hand and we walk towards the brightly coloured van that the noise is coming from.

"get anything you want baby." I say, softly kissing him on the top of the head. "thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He screams, jumping up and down. He bear hugs me before running up to the vehicle to order.

I walk up behed him only to overhear the dreaded sound of Josh's voice. "Aren't you allitle old for ice cream trucks?" He says harshly. That makes me mad. "Hey, what are you doing here?!" I ask. "Weekend job, shitstick." I hear another voice that I don't recognize. "Leave them alone, anyone who wants ice cream is welcome to get it."

Someone else, looking about my dads age walks up to the window and shakes my hand. "Hello what would you like? Sorry about him, he's just annoyed cause his mom made him get a job." He says in a matter-of-fact tone. "Umm, I'd like a chocolate chunk in a waffle cone?" Frank says from beside me. "Sure thing kid." I hand him a five, and he hands me back the bill. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"keep it." He says with a smile. He turns and prepares the icecream and then hands it to frank.

he squeals in delight and i cant help but think how adorable he is.

we walk back to the swings. Well, i walk, frank skips. "mmm" he says, and holds out the cold treat to me, offering some. I lick the brown scoop on top and he giggles.

"what?" "This is just like when we were little!" He exclaims happily. "Yeah, i feel so nastalgic." He giggles again " your so giggly!" I say. He looks at me sassily and says "so?" "So, its sort of adorable!" "Sort of?" He says sarcastically. "More than sort of." And i lean over and peck him on the cheek. He giggles, AGAIN.

I then pull him on to my lap, so that hes facing me. I press my lips to his, swiping my tongue over his bottom lip. He opens his ,mouth, granting permission. I lick over his teeth and pull away, giggling myself. He shoots me a questioning look. "You taste like chocolate." I say in response.

We then both lagh so hard that we fall out of the swing set.

Notes

Aww! Fluffy frerard!

Sorry guys, I wanted to do that contest thing, but I couldn't wait to update!!!!!!!! Sorry!!!
but @frankenstein was the closest (ANDONLYONETOEVENGUESS!!!!) so i put him/her in the story anyways.

PS @frankenstine, you are the icecream guy that sticks up for frank!!! (>_<)sorry if your a girl, but I don't know your gender, so im gonna make you a guy!! At least you sell icecream!!! If you are a guy, than this should work out lol.