Not Good Enough

Gerard's POV


Gerard answered the door to find Frank standing on his doorstep, slightly out of breath and school bag slung over his shoulder.

"Frank? What are you doing here?"

"I'll tell you later but can I stay here tonight?"

Gerard glanced around nervously, making sure neither Mikey nor his parents were up. "Yeah sure, just don't tell my mom."

"Thank you so much."

Gerard led Frank up to his room. "Did something happen or?" He was really worried. He hoped it wasn't anything too bad.

Frank sighed, setting his backpack by the door. "Just...my parents found my-"

"...your what?" What had Frank's parents found that made him leave the house?

"They uh...they found my..." Frank was obviously having a hard time saying whatever it was, so Gerard sat patiently and waited for him to finish. "They found my razors."

"Oh, Frank..." Gerard frowned, suddenly feeling a mix of different emotions. He was annoyed at Frank's parents for finding them, and for doing whatever they'd done to drive him out if the house but also...he was sad that Frank was hurting himself like that. A hug seemed like a good idea, but would Frank be okay with that? He looked over at Frank, who seemed to be on the verge of tears, and decided he might as well try. "Frank, it's going to be okay." He wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back soothingly. "You can stay here as long as you need to."

"T-thank you..." It was obvious that Frank was trying very hard not to cry.

"It's okay, Frank. Cry if it helps you."

Frank's grip on Gerard tightened at those words and he started to sob into his shoulder. Gerard just held him close, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His hair smelled so nice and Gerard ended up just resting his head against Frank's, eyelids starting to droop. He was just so tired...

"Gerard?"

Okay, he was awake again. "Hm?"

"Do you...do you like me?"

Gerard could feel his face heating up and was glad Frank couldn't see him. "What do you mean?"

"...never mind."

That was perfectly fine with Gerard. Depending on what Frank had meant, he wasn't sure if it was a question he was prepared to answer.

"Gerard?" Frank spoke up again.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think the meaning of life is?"

"Uh..." Well, shit. Frank was just asking all the tough questions tonight.

"Never mind, sorry."

"Don't apologize, Frank, it's just a question, but to be honest I have no clue. Sometimes I think that's why we invented religion, you know? So that we'd have some sort of goal to work towards. But me, I'm not going to heaven any time soon so...yeah, I don't know. Maybe it's...maybe it's love. That would be nice wouldn't it?"

He felt Frank nod slightly before pulling away from Gerard and wiping some stray tears off his face. He looked absolutely miserable, and Gerard could feel his heart breaking. Frank was a great guy and he didn't deserve any of this.

"Want to get some sleep?"

Frank nodded, laying down on one side of Gerard's bed. "Yeah...sleep sounds nice."

"Frank, I promise things will be okay. I'd do anything for you, you don't have to worry." He lay down on his side of the bed, pulling the covers up over them.

"...you mean that?" Frank was very close to him, and Gerard could see something in his eyes that made him smile; hope.

"Of course I do." Yeah, he was pretty in love with Frank. Oops.

Notes

Wow sorry that took so long. I don't often have access to a computer and for some reason I can't get the mobile site to work so yeah. Sorry. Anyways, enjoy!