Truth Be Told

*Gerard’s P.O.V.*

I’m glad Frank decided to stay, he makes me feel better. Frank had fallen asleep next to me on the bed. This gave me time to perfect a drawing of him. I had drawn him a thousand times from only memory. They were never that great but, now he could draw the beautiful face in front of him. He looked so peaceful and innocent in his sleep unlike when he was awake. When he was awake he always looked so scared. This moment was perfect, I could draw Frank the way I wanted to not missing any details. Drawing all of his visible tattoos and studying every curve and shadow on Frank’s face. It was possibly the only time he could do this without being creepy.

“It’s creepy to draw him, whether you think it is or not.” Ray stated. God I hate that fucking bastard I prefer Bob to him anyday. At least Bob didn’t piss him off as bad.

“What the fuck do you want Ray? Don’t you have someones ass to go kiss?” I threw back at him.

“Sorry son I don’t like ass, I’m more of a boob person but, I see you have a thing for Frank’s ass hmm?” Ray stated eyes challenging my own.

“GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. RAY.” I screamed in his face. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. He had ruined my moment. I was peaceful and happy and there was Ray to fucking ruin it.

“Gerard what's wrong?” Frank wrote concern showing in his eyes.

“Nothing, it was just Ray being fucking Ray, you can go back to sleep if you’d like.” I stated, Ray had already left so now he just had to worry about Frank. Frank nodded before placing his head back on the pillow and his eyes slowly shutting. I looked back at my drawing, before deciding to draw another one of him. About half way through my drawing I heard sniffling and looked to see Frank crying in his sleep. This practically broke my heart, he looked just like Mikey when he was just a child. Frank was curled up into a small ball sobs racking his small body as tears ran from his closed eyes.

I was unsure what to do for Frank. I decided to lie down next to Frank and stroke his hair and rub his back, hoping to calm him. “I’m sorry” he mumbled in between sobs. I didn’t know what he was dreaming about but, all I knew was I wanted him not to feel so sad. I hugged the small, sleeping, crying boy tight whispering “It’s okay” To him until he finally calmed and fell into a deep sleep. Soon I followed suit.

Notes

Hi guys sorry I haven't posted in a while and that this is so short. I have been sick because I have a really bad immune system and then my mom had surgery so I haven't had the time. I'm really sorry I will try to be better.