Beat Me

Frank froze with shock. He didn't know what had just happened and why Bert was knocked out on the floor. He heard heavy breathing behind him, making him turn. It was Gerard, wide-eyed with a frying pan firmly gripped in him hand. Under other circumstances I would of laughed but this was no laughing matter. As soon as our eyes met he started shouting. "Who the FUCK is that and why the HELL was he trying to rape you!?" As he said these words Frank flung himself at him, breaking into a quiet sob. Gerard, after a slight moment of hesitation, started comforting the small boy currently crying into his shirt. "I'm sorry for screaming at you, okay... Are you okay?" The taller boy whispered softly, wiping the tears with his thumb. "Yes... Maybe... Not really..." Frank started to cry again, Gerard trying to hush him. "It's okay Frank... I'm here now..." He half smiled at the shorter boy and he half smiled back. "Look, I don't know who he is-" He gestured his hand over at the unconscious man at their feet. "But he obviously wanted to harm you in some way and when he wakes up things could get dangerous... I should probably phone the police..." Gerard tried to get up to retrieve his phone but Frank pulled him down. "No... It's fine..." He croaked. Although Frank had been questioning his relationship not so long ago he knew he didn't want to get the police involved. They'd, no doubt, interrogate him and then he'd REALLY have to tell him the true meaning behind all his cuts and bruise and... Oh, just the THOUGHT of it all made Frank's stomach turn! He had to think of something to tell Gerard that was a little believable...

"I opened the door and some random drunk stumbled in... It was stupid... Sorry..." Well, at least it was half true... "Mmmmm..." Gerard wasn't 100% sure Frank was telling him the truth but he didn't want to upset him even more. "I'm still calling the cops, I'm sure this dick can be charged with some form of assault..." After some wrestling with the smaller boy, Gerard successfully managed to get away from Frank and upstairs to get his cell phone. Frank followed soon after. Just as the concerned boy was about to type in the number the other jumped on top of him, tickling him. "Frank... FRAnkkkk....." Gerard squealed as Frank's fingers dug into his sides. "Get off me" He said between giggles. Frank couldn't help but burst into laughter too, which meant he lost his power over Gerard. Taking this golden opportunity, the taller boy started to tickle back, soon turning into one big laughing fit. The whole mention of phoning the police had gone out the window. "geRRRAD!!!" Frank tried to fight him off but he was much stronger than him. "Aww, is wittlefrnkie giving in?" Gerard teased. "NEVER!" Both boys tried to fight the other off, tipping the lamp off the bedside table in the process but nether of them seemed to care. Just as they were getting into some intense tickling action Frank stopped.He heard a noise from downstairs and had a vague idea who and what it was. Gerard, confused at Frank's sudden movement, let him go. The boy ran downstairs as quickly as he could, shortly followed by the other.

Right in front of both of them, Bert McCracken stood, the same frying pan that Gerard had knocked him out with earlier gripped in him hands...

Notes

Hi... Lemon here... I'm the new co-writer here! :D

I have no idea what else I should say...

Well, I hope you all like it! *throws glitter then runs under bed*

~Lemon_Gerard