Franks POV

Hell yeah, I was hungry.

but i cant. Im already ugly enough as it is and i sure dont need the extra weight.

My thoughts are interruted by gerards voice."Frankie, i dont care if you dont want to, you have to eat something." "Fine."

Gerards pov

We slowly made our way down to the lunch room, squeezing through the crowded halls, me mostly dragging frank. Why did he have ti be so stubborn? It kills me to see him do this to himself.

I told frank to go find a spot, and i would be right back with our food.

I spotted him at an empty table in the corner, so i sat down across from him and handed him the tray. "Eat.Now." i ordered.

He tentavely took a small bite, but was doubled over almost as soon as the fork was out of his mouth, spewing chunks of food. I rushed over to his side, wrapping my arms around him.

"Lets go get you cleaned up." I said, already helping frank towards the bathroom as he nodded weakly. The same bathroom that I found Frankie, and- no, I can't think about that right now.

i grabbed some tissues and wiped off the small amount of liquid dribbling down his chin. "When was the last time you ate frankie?" I ask, fearing the answer. "Um, maybe...about...two weeks?" "Oh my god, frankie!" I hugged him close, pulling his head against my chest. "But, i t-threw it up." "What was that hun?" Wait, I just called him hun? Fuck. I didn't mean to say that. "I-" he took in a shuddery breath." I ... made myself throw it up."

he was crying now. I continued holding him against my chest."sshh, its gonna be alright." I couldnt bear to see him in this much pain, i just couldnt.

I lifted his chin up so he was looking at me. Then i did something unexpected, for both of us. I kissed him.

Notes

(^o^)
i did it.
shit just got interesting.