Frank’s POV
I have to get Gerard up in the morning. Though he looks like an angel sleeping and I try to leave it for as long as possible, we’ll be late if he doesn’t wake up soon.
“Oh honey, you look terrible!” I say sympathetically. I somewhat regret saying it, but it’s kind of true. His eyes are accompanied by dark circles and his eyebrows are knitted together worriedly. I brush the hair out of his face and press my lips to his forehead. “Are you feeling better?”

He nods. I go to find him some clothes to wear. Luckily my aunt bought me some over-sized clothes, stating that when I get my growth spurt I will be able to wear them. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already had it. Anyways, they should fit Gerard perfectly.
When I come back into the room, Mum has put a plate of pancakes on the dresser. I put the clothes for Gerard on the bed. Gerard is sitting on the bed tentatively eating his. I realise he’s pulled the sheets and covers up for me, so I thank him. I take a couple pancakes and sit cross-legged on the floor, staring up at him. He’s quiet this morning, which is unlike him. However, I can understand why. If my parents, or just parent I guess, were like this I would be absolutely devastated.

Once we’re finished our pancakes I give Gee my bathroom and have a shower in Mum’s ensuite. I dry my hair vaguely with my towel, not caring all that much. I want to get back to Gee as fast as I can and make sure he’s still okay.
“Frank?” Mum calls from downstairs. “Did you and Gerard get your breakfast?”
“Yep,” I call back. As I'm about to go back to my room she appears on the stairs, climbing her way up. At the landing, she hugs me. I hug back, and then try to untangle myself, really needing to check on Gerard now.
“Is Gerard okay?” she asks, as if reading my mind. “His mum seemed kind of upset on the phone last night, and this morning he didn’t seem too well.”
“Yeah, his mum was just worried, that’s all.” I plan to tell her everything later, with Gerard of course, it’s just that I'm in a bit of a rush.
“Okay.” She says, raising an eyebrow and shrugging to show she’s not convinced. Either way, she trusts me and leaves to go back down stairs.

Gerard is packing his school bag in my room. I tell him that we’ll wash his clothes, so he places them by the door. I spin around and hug him from behind. Though at first he tenses, he soon relaxes and turns around to face me. He presses his lips to mine, taking my face in his hands.
“Thank you,” he whispers, lips still close to mine. He bumps his nose against mine a little. “For everything.”
I make a minute noise and fling my arms around his body to hug him hard. He has to know that everything will be okay, because it will be.

By the time we get to school, Gerard has cheered up a bit. Or until we see Mikey standing by the gates nervously. Gerard pales a little, but still walks over to Mikey.
“Hey,” Mikey says when he sees him.
“Hi.” Gerard forces out. I stand to the left of him, my hand around his arm, ready to leave if we need to.
“You alright? Mum and Dad were screaming about you last night. Did you do something bad?” Mikey’s normally inscrutable expression is genuinely troubled, so I let some of my grip on Gerard’s arm loosen a little. I know Mikey’s not going to hurt him.
“I don’t think so…Mum just…I mean…” he sighs heavily, breath shaking. “I’ll be home on Sunday afternoon, okay?”

Mikey just nods, knowing not to push any further. I'm kind of glad because Gee isn’t really in the state to discuss this right now. I think if he was forced into discussing it he would just collapse into a pool of tears. It would be what I would do as well. People are starting to file into class. The bell will be going soon for homeroom. I gently remind Gerard of this, and we start walking to class with a goodbye to Mikey. Before I follow behind Gerard, Mikey whispers to me. “Take care of him.” He nods to me then heads off in the opposite direction.

Homeroom is uneventful. Kids chatter until the teacher shushes them and takes the roll. Gerard spends the fifteen minutes sketching cartoons, with me watching. I'm mesmerised and Gerard is completely focused, so the bell shocks us both with its insistent demanding that we attend class. I help Gerard pack away his things while the room slowly drains of conversation.

Our first class is English, which is the only class we have together. I thank the heavens it’s a double because it’s one less period I would be spending away from Gerard. I contemplate skipping it and leaving with Gerard so that he can calm down a bit more, but I rule that idea out. We would get caught, I'm a complete rookie.

We are mainly quiet pretty much the whole class, but as the morning goes on Gerard brightens sufficiently. Every time he smiles my heart fills with…I don’t know how to describe it but I'm really happy. When he’s smiley I'm smiley. Check it off the list, another cliché.

As soon as the class ends, I am stricken by worry.
“You going to be alright until lunch?” I ask Gee.
“Yeah, Frankie, I’ll be fine.” He smiles at me so I relax a little. I blush, embarrassed that I thought he wouldn’t be okay. But what Mikey said rings in my head. I have to protect him at all costs. He kisses my heated cheek tenderly; I blush harder.

A group of guys pass, shouting rude slur words at us. Gerard spins around, raven hair swirling dramatically.
“Fuck off,” he spits, growling slightly. I wrap my hand around his bicep; I’ve seen him knock someone out after they hassled him, and I don’t want that happening again. They back off but walk away cockily.
I hate kids like that. I've met too many of the bi-phobic kind who have told me that my sexuality doesn't even exist. Fucking idiots.
“See you at break, Frankie!” he smiles with a completely different tone. I’m comforted by the fact that he is being defensive again, and give him a little wave. We turn away, our classes in separate directions.

I meet Gerard outside his art classroom after the final bell rings. My last period class was history, which is pretty much a less than two minute walk from the art and technology block. Besides, it takes the art kids ages to clean up all their supplies.

Gerard meets me, waving his hand excitedly. There’s paint still under his nails and staining his hands red and blue. He laces his fingers in between mine, clasping them together and holding them up in front of our chests. A big goofy grin is plastered all over his mouth. He puts his face close to mine so that our noses are touching, shutting his eyes blissfully. I let out a giggle at how drastically his behaviour has changed.
“I missed you,” he sighs happily.
“I can tell!” I say cheekily. “I missed you too.”
We pull away and I let go of his other hand so I'm just holding one. Most of the students have cleared out of the classrooms, other art students ogling us as they pass.
“Shall we go?” Gerard asks me.
“Sure.” I smile back.

The grey footpath is cracked under our feet, and me being the clumsy person I am I trip over my own shoes at least eight times. Gerard flings his arm out in front of me to stop me from falling each time, and in the end just slips his arm around my waist and holds me upright. I blush furiously when he does that; my cheeks are practically on fire. Gerard keeps his arm there the whole time, even when the fractured concrete slowly levels out onto the smoother black pavement of our street.

At the door I fumble for my keys in the pocket of my jeans. Eventually I find them and unlock the front door with a small click. Mum’s left a note on the kitchen table, explaining that she’ll be out until late at a meeting.
“Um, we’ve got the house to ourselves. What do you want to d-do?” Damn that stutter. Admittedly I am a bit nervous, I mean Gerard’s popular so obviously he would’ve already, um….I don’t really know if….Already I can feel my cheeks heating up. He looks at me suspiciously, a grin playing on his lips.
“A bit nervous, Frankie?” he says boldly.
Fuck me, I mutter under my breath. I am so dead. He totally noticed.
“If that’s what you want to do…” he drawls, trying to look bored but failing due to the idiotically smug smirk still tugging the corners of his mouth.
“I mean, not fuck me like that! I didn’t mean for it to mean that, for you to take it like that! I just meant…I don’t know! It’s an expression!” I squeak, my words becoming jumbled and disjointed and rushed as I try to explain the mistake.
“Frankie! Its fine!” he interrupts me, laughing. His attractive hazel eyes sparkle, obviously enjoying watching me make a fool of myself. I shut my mouth, and try to ask again.
“Sorry. W-what do you want to do?”
Gerard shrugs. “Do you want to go out or something?”
“Yeah, that would be c-cool.”

I grab my phone from my school bag, just in case. The mall is an easy ten minute walk from my house, all flat. Once out of the doorway Gee slips his hand in my back pocket, making me tense up. My back pocket is not all that loose, meaning his palm is flat on my bum. My breathing becomes a little shallower, the reality dawning on me. Gerard Way’s actual hand is on my actual ass.I chance a look up at him, though he seems casual and nonchalant.

He looks down at me momentarily, before his eyes widen and he opens his mouth– Apparently I don’t notice the root sticking out from the ground, because I kick the toe of my converse right into it. I trip and buckle, my knees slamming into the ground and knocking my breath completely out. I lie on my side, level with Gerard's feet, knees and then his concerned face as he bends down to help me up. I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to lie there for a second more.

I let out a whimper; my knees are stinging and my jeans are even more torn and fraying. Concern fills Gerard’s eyes as he wraps his arms around me, rubbing circles into my back. He shushes me, cooing softly. I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck and I feel him soften even more, melting into me. I breathe in his distinct scent, crush my eye lids together tight and then open them, pulling back from Gee. The world is a bit blurry as I look around.
“You wanna go back?” Gee asks softly.
I look down at my knees and brush them off. They’re slightly grazed but I’ve had worse. I use puppy dog eyes when I look back up, and pout.
“I think you’ll have to carry me to the mall, Gee. I don’t know if I can make it.” I say, an tinge of sarcasm painting my voice. He sighs, then offers me his hands and hauls me up. Then he squats and motions for me to jump on his back. Excitedly I jump up onto him, going ‘whee!’ Gerard chuckles at my childish enthusiasm and takes a step forwards, balancing himself with me on his back.

Gee carries me almost the whole time we’re at the mall. Even when I insist that I must be crushing him, he swears it’s nothing and says that he doesn't trust me not to get even more banged up. So I drop my head in submission, actually quite glad he won’t put me down, placing my face close to his neck and resting my chin on his shoulder. We browse the comics in the bookstore, me directing from where I sit. It feels nice to be tall, and actually able to reach things.

Though, the cashier gives us an odd look when we begin to pay; Gerard buys me a Batman comic which I thank him profusely for.

Gerard takes us into a diner where he has to put me down. However much I begged for it earlier, I do not want to be put down now, so I cling on for dear life. We end up a giggling stumbling tripping mess, falling into the bench outside the diner. Gerard sits on my lap, and I wheeze.
“You’re squashing me, Gee!” I choke out, tears still streaming down my face from laughing.
“Oh, am I?” Gerard feigns distress, then wiggles his bum and leans back on me, pretending I'm not there at all.
“Ahh! So comfy!” he sighs contentedly whilst relaxing back onto me.
“Gee come on,” I giggle. Now he is seriously starting to make my lungs collapse. He springs up off me, light on his feet. A grin lights up his beautiful face. I take a second to get my breath back and then join him to walk hand in hand into the diner.

The doors swing behind us and the greasy yet delicious smell of the diner hits us. We choose a booth close to the window and settle in. I slide in first and he sits opposite me, our knees touching under the table. Mine, miraculously, only vaguely burned now. There’s a menu for us each; I pick mine up and scan it for vegetarian options. I decide on a salad, and Gee gets a burger. Gerard orders for us, and gets us both a drink.

We make small talk until our food comes, and then fall into a comfortable silence whilst eating. I pretty much douse my salad in dressing, focusing on pouring the exact right amount on. Gerard smiles charmingly at me when I look up, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“W-what?” I ask carefully. I wonder briefly whether he is going to laugh and throw something in my face, then walk off. It's only really now that I realise no one has ever been this consecutively nice to me without a reason, so I'm a little on edge. I mean, popular kids don’t really date the losers; it’s not how it goes, so you can’t blame me for being a bit suspicious. I quickly push that thought away; it’s not like he would sob because he was afraid of his parents beating him up if this was all a dare.
“Your tongue sticks out the side of your mouth when you concentrate and it’s fucking adorable.”

My breath hitches when he says that; I've never seen myself as particularly cute. I can feel my cheeks turning pink and I sip my coke shyly. He takes my hand in his and gently rubs circles over my knuckles. The gesture feels intimate even though it’s not on a very intimate place. I get all shivery, sparks sprinting down my spine. Gee sense this and leans across the table to press a tiny kiss onto the side of my mouth. I giggle and sip on my coke again, then take a bite of my salad.
“Do you want any of this?” Gee questions, pointing to his burger.
“Oh, um, no thanks. I-I’m vegetarian.”
Gerard’s eyes grow large like he just insulted the principal.
“Shit! I am so sorry! I had no idea…”
I quietly assure him that it’s perfectly okay. I'm not going to be offended if someone offers me meat or eats it near me, only if they shove it down my throat. Only then would I probably be rude. Gerard still looks a tad mortified, so I take a deep breath in, and then lean across the table to peck his perfect lips.

It’s short, mostly because I'm shit scared of being ‘dominant’ right now, but it’s sweet. I don’t want to draw attraction to us, but at the same time I just want to flaunt it to the world that Gerard freaking Way is with me right now. Gerard freaking Way is with me right now! I squeak in my head. And I just freaking kissed him!

I draw back from his face, desperately trying to contain my automatically curving lips, and failing. We chatter more about music whilst finishing our food and drinks. Gerard pays for everything without even a second thought. I feel kind of bad because I haven’t helped and I tell him so, but he assures me it’s not a problem. I leave a couple dollars on the table as a tip, and then follow behind him.

Notes

Oh my god I haven't updated in three days! I don't even have an excuse really, things have just been messy and stressful. I'm super sorry and I will try my best to update sooner next time. Generally I like to have one more chapter than I written posted, so I guess that's kind of my reason. Hope you guys are all fabulous, and if you're not, well I hope it gets better ^u^

-Run Bunny