Forget About The Dirty Looks.

When I wake up, at around noon, I'm tired. The day after nightmares, especially bad ones, I go into a horrible mood. I get cranky because I'm tired; I'm jittery because of it.
The bed is empty, except from me. I look around at Gerard's room, the drawings are amazing. There are comic strips, family portraits, drawings of random things. Anything and everything is up on the walls, and they are really good. I get up to take a closer look and spot a familiar face. My face is up there, near the closet. He drew me?
It, like the others, is really good, my lip and nose ring are there, my eye colour almost exact. Gerard comes down the stairs, whistling.
"Good morning, Frankie! Did you have a good sleep? Well, at least for the rest of the night, that is." He looks really happy, his eyes are bright, his mouth smiling.
"Morning. Yeah I did thanks." My voice comes out a lot sharper than I wanted it to. Damn my bad mood. His face falls, and his eyes are a bit duller. He sets the coffees down and turn to walk back up the stairs. I sigh.
"Gerard, wait. I'm sorry! I get cranky after a nightmare, it's not you, I swear." I must sound pretty desperate, because he turns around more of a smile on his face.
"It's okay, Frankie. Now, drink your coffee, we are going out!" His voice is still bright, and he looks very awake. I notice only now that he's dressed.
"Like a date?" I wink at him, and he smiles.
"Yes, a date, Frankie. That's if you want it to be a date.." He says the last part almost bashfully. I nod eagerly. Too eagerly. I blush and I realize I'm still in my pajamas.
"Uh, Gerard, I still need to get dressed, and I don't have any clean clothes, can we pop back to mine?" He nods and we both gulp down the last of our coffees.
Gerard already has his shoes on, so I grab mine.

My mom isn't in, again. We head upstairs, Gerard peering curiously around the house, when we get to my room he nods in approval.
"I like your room, Frankie." I smile, and start deciding what to wear.
"Why do you always call 'Frankie' and not Frank?" He smirks and says,
"I think it's cute, just like you. " I blush and decide I need a shower; I stink.
"Gerard, I'm going into the shower, make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a sec." He nods, and as I enter the bathroom, he shouts back;
"Frankie, the place I'll be the most comfortable is in the shower with you, sugar!" I blush and can't think of anything good to say back, but settle on
"In your dreams, honey!" I smirk, and turn the shower on, waiting for it to warm up. I very faintly hear him call back, "Oh, Frankie, how did you know?" I laugh, and shake my head.
When the shower starts to cool a bit, I step out and a breeze hits me. I wrap a towel around my waist and go into my room. I hear a whistle, and my head snaps round. I had forgotten that the whole reason I was in the shower was because Gerard's taking me out for a date, and I stank. I feel the heat on my cheeks, and duck my head down. He walks over to me and gets close. He leans down and whispers in my ear "Don't hide your blush, Frankie. I love it." He is so close that I can feel his breath on my neck, giving me the shivers and making my hair stand up. He chuckle at my reaction and lifts my chin up, and places his lips on mine.
When he kisses me I forget about how I'm only standing in a towel, how my dad is a psychopath and the nervousness I feel around Gerard. I forget everything.
I throw my arms around his neck and pull his hair. The kiss is getting more heated by the second. He licks my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I grant it and the kiss gets rougher. His hands explore my bare torso, and mine pull at his hair. Absentmindedly, my hands pull at the bottom of his top. Gerard chuckles and pulls away, biting my lip in the process. We are both panting, and breathlessly Gerard says,
"Frankie, trying to take off my top, are we?" He smirks, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. I start to stutter and he places a finger on my lip, shushing me.
"Frankie, it's okay, I was just teasing. In fact, I'd very much like for you to take my top off, but not yet. Maybe later, we've got places to be, remember?" I nod, remembering and start pulling my clothes on, making Gerard turn around when I put my boxers on. He pouts, but complies. I chuckle and shake my head.
Trying to be stealthy, I cross the room to where he is standing, with his back turned. I jump on his back causing him to fall over. We are both laughing, but I find what must be a ticklish spot. Gerard tenses and starts trying to get me off him
"Frankie, don't you dare. I will get you back for it, I swear! Frankie, don't!"
I do anyway, and Gerard bucks and wriggles, trying to get me off him, it's not quite working, though, because he is weak from laughing. Finally he manages to flip us over and my laughter stops. He smirks, deviously, and tries to tickle me. The only ticklish spot I have is my feet, and Gerard is trying my sides, chin and underarms. He sits back, still on my stomach and looks stumped. Something clicks, and his hands go down to my feet. I start wriggling, and he starts tickling. I laugh and don't even bother trying to get him off me. My feet kick and one connects with his face. He falls of me, and I jump up immediately. He's lying on the floor, eyes closed.
"G-Gerard?" I'm by his side, feeling really guilty. All of a sudden, his hands grab me and once again start pinning me down and tickling me. I'm completely weak by the time he finishes, out of breath.
Gerard is still on top of me, and starts to lean in. He kisses me, but this is completely different to the one we shared earlier. This one is slow, sweet and loving. In between kisses, he murmurs sweet things. My arms are around his neck, his are either side of my waist, resting on the floor, to stop his weight from being completely on me. When we pull away, we are out of breath, me even more than his, because of the tickling that happened before.
"So, Frankie, are you ready to go yet? As much as I'd love to stay here all day, doing this, we've got places to be." I nod and we both get up, I grab my shoes and we head to his car.
The journey lasts for about an hour, and when we get there it's almost two in the afternoon. He parks the car on the edge of a forest.
"A forest? What are you going to do, rape me?" I smirk at Gerard and he fake laughs
"Ha-ha, Frankie.You are so funny. I somehow think that if I went to rape you, you'd be willing. You'd beg for it, sugar." Well, that shut me up.
"Anyway, Frankie, I bought you here because there is a lovely clearing with a fantastic view, and I thought we could have a picnic, so, no, not quite rape." He sounds slightly pissed. I'd probably offended him. I grab his hand and offer a small sorry, and he looks down and smiles, but doesn't say anything in return. We walk for about half an hour when Gerard stops and points to a Deer and her fawns. We admire the animals for a minute, before something scares them off. Gerard sighs, a happy and content one.
"Isn't nature beautiful, Frankie?" I nod and will myself to not say anything cheesy.
"Well, personally, Gee, I think that you are the most beautiful part of nature, ." Well, my willing obviously didn't work. I blush and Gerard is smiling at me. He laughs and carries on walking.
"Why, thank you, Frankie, I'm very glad you think so, but you've got it wrong. You're the most beautiful part of nature, and by far the best." Seems like Gerard likes cheesy lines, and his words succeed in making me blush. I blush way too much, I need to keep it in check.
We reach the clearing, and the views really are Fantastic. I stare around for probably five minutes my mouth open.
"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." Gerard then proceeds to put down a checkered blanket and gets a basket out from behind a bush.
"Gee, how did the basket get here already?" I'm genuinely puzzled, and Gerard sees that. He chuckles at my confusion and drags me to the blanket, explaining that he came here this morning before I woke up, to get things ready for us. I'm touched by the gesture and throw my arms around his neck.
"Gee, you didn't have to do that! I'd have been happy with a trip to McDonald's or something!" I'm mumbling into his neck, surprised he can understand me.
"Ah, but Frankie, I did. McDonald's isn't special enough for you, darling. You deserve the best. Now which sandwich do you want? We have cheese, cheese or cheese? Uh, cheese was the only thing we had in, so I used it up. We have about thirty sandwiches to eat, so you better be hungry!" Gerard's slightly blushing, and I nod, laughing. I can feel that my cheeks are hot from what he said about me deserving the best.
We dig in, and Gerard's done about thirty sandwiches, bought ten bags of crisps and about a truck load of chocolate and biscuits. When we've both had enough we lie down. We make idle chit-chat both of us pretty sleepy. As we get into a conversation about music and art, my phone rings. It's my mom.
"Hey, mom. What's up?"
"Frank, where are you?" This is the second phone call from her that sounds frantic, and I sit up worried.
"Mom, I'm with Gerard. What's wrong? Calm down!" She is breathing pretty heavy, and I can hear thuds in the background. She sighs in relief, and her breathing clams a bit.
"Frank, don't come back to the house, at least not for a few days. He has been here, and He left me a note on my pillow, you weren't in and I assumed the worst, I suppose. The police are after him now, they say he was there maybe, two hours ago." She carries on speaking, nut I can't hear her over my own breathing and thumping heartbeat. He was at my house, probably in my bedroom, definitely in mom's bedroom. I was so close to him. What if I didn't go out with Gerard and was there when he got in? What if mom was there?
My breathing is erratic, and I can feel somebody shaking me, and I can faintly hear shouts of my name.
"Frank! Frankie! What's wrong? Fucking answer me! What's going on?" Gerard sound worried. So worried. I manage to gasp out that He was at my house and knows where I am.
Gerard's face clouds with even more worry, and he looks dumbstruck. If it was a different situation, I would laugh. He gets his wits back and my breathing is coming out in little shallow gasps. Black spots cloud my vision, and Gerard gets blurry. Suddenly, I feel a pain on my cheek, and I stop breathing all together, shocked into silence. He grabs my shoulders and speaks in a low, quiet voice.
"Frank. I need you to calm down. You need to get your breathing in control. Try it with me. In. Out. In. Out. That's it, your doing good, Frankie, carry on." There is wetness on my cheeks when I finally come fully to my senses, and I'm shaking. Gerard still has me in a death grip at my shoulders, and when he lets go, he's shaking to.
"Fuck, Frankie, you scared me. Are you sure it was him?" He wrings his hands trying to not let me spot the shaking. I nod, not willing to speak, if I do, my voice will come out as shaky, and I hate the way my voice sounds when it shakes. Gerard looks at me with sympathy in his eyes, and I bury my face into his neck. His arms go round me, tightly, and we embrace each other for God knows how long. The sun is setting when I look up at the sky, and the air is getting chilly.
"Gerard, can I stay at yours for a while, it's not safe round mine, and-" He cuts me of with a simple "Of course you can, Frankie. You don't even need to ask, sugar"
I shiver and Gerard's arms go round me even tighter, I can feel his heartbeat and his breath on top of my head. He kisses my hair and stands up, me still in his arms.
"Gee, you don't need to carry me, I'm not a baby.." He chuckles at my whiny voice, making his chest vibrate.
"Oh, Frankie, you are my baby, sugar." About half an hour into the walk, though, I make him put me down.
"I don't want you to get tired, Gee. Or put your back out, either." He smirks and with laughter in his voice replies,
"Why don't you want me getting tired, Frankie, or putting my back out? Maybe your not as innocent as I first thought. Tut-tut, you dirty boy!" Only Gerard can turn something like that into something dirty, I shake my head, but can't fight the smile that's tugging at my lips, or the blush that spreads up my neck and cheeks. He winks at me, which I can barely see in the fading light.
I don't recognize anything and I'm starting to get worried that we are lost.
"Gee, are we lost? I'm cold and I don't recognize anything we've passed..."
"No, Frankie, we are not lost. Look, there's the car!" He starts running to the car, and needless to say, he's faster than me. By the time I'm in, the heating's on and so is the music. Gerard isn't out of breath even, and I'm panting like a dog.
"God, Gee, how are you so good at running? You aren't even out of breath!" He just smirks at me and starts driving.
I must fall asleep, because I wake up outside of Gerard's house, being carried up to his room.
"Frankie, you need to put on some pajamas, hun." I groan and shake my head curling into a ball. He sighs and starts taking my top off. I wake up straight away, and jerk into a sitting position.
"What are you doing? Stop it, it's cold" I'm whining, my voice sleepy but let him undress me, once I'm only in my boxers he stops and get's some clothes out of the drawers. Pajamas. He puts them on me, get's some himself, and climbs into the bed.
"Frankie, give me some of the covers, greedy!" I shake my head and roll over.
"Do I have to tickle you? I will, if that's what it takes, y'know." Oh, I know. I give him some and out my head on his chest. His heartbeat is nearly my most favorite sound in the world. The first being his singing voice, or maybe his giggles from he was being tickled.
We both sigh in content and his arms wrap around my middle. He kisses my forehead and murmurs a goodnight to me and slowly falls to sleep. Considering how tired I was, it's quite hard for me to fall asleep. My mind is whirring with thoughts. Thoughts about Gerard, and my feelings toward him. I know I don't love him yet, but I care deeply for him and already a big part of my heart belongs to him. Also, unfortunately, there are thoughts about my dad, and how he was at my house less than five hours earlier. I try to tune out my thoughts, and just listen to Gerard's heartbeat for a while. It works, and I slowly, very slowly, drift off to sleep

Needless to say, I had no nightmares that night, because I knew I was safe in Gerard's arms.

Notes

New chapter! A bit of fluff, hope you like it! Comment and shit, thank y'all for reading it!xo