"You're so beautiful, Frankie." Gerard smiled, I just emit a chuckle. I knew he was wrong. He held me tighter."It's true." He stated. My head was pressed against his chest tightly and I could hear is heartbeat. Slowly he loosened his grip on me and tried sitting up, so I did as well. Once we were in sitting position, I looked up and met his gaze. His beautiful hazel eyes looked more alive than usual. "Frankie, how was I so lucky to get you?" I shrugged. His sheepish smile appeared, as he gently brought his hand up to my chin. He held my gaze for much longer than needed and blushed a deep crimson. The gesture made my cheeks rosy, in return. His eyes fluttered shut, and he began leaning in. I closed mine as well, as he closed the gap between us. His kiss was as delicate as a butterflies wings, as if I'd break if he kissed with more force than he had been doing.
I woke up gasping for air. I felt like the air had been sucked out from my lungs. It was just a dream, just a dream. I leaned back, only to realise I was firmly in Gerard's arms, and there was no way that he would let go of me. He did stir, however. I needed to get out of this. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let this happen. I needed to get away. I tried to wriggle out of his arms, but it caused him to wake. His soft snores stopped as his eyes fluttered open, and he yawned.

"Frank?" His voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?" Just fucking dandy. "Why are you trying to leave?" Way to make me feel like shit.

"I can't do this." His grip loosened completely at those words, and that gave me a chance to escape and run away to the washroom. I turned on the light, and locked myself in. I ignored the sobs coming from the room, and fell to the floor, with my back against the door. I shoved my head in my hands. Why? Why couldn't it have been a nightmare? I don't understand. I just wanted to unravel the mystery before my eyes, but if it mean falling for him, I don't know how to feel about that. I was looking down when I removed my hands, and I realised I must have liked that dream a little too much. The last time- I shuddered. Joker boy... He-
A heartbreaking voice broke my thought process.

"F-Frankie?" Small sniffles and whimpers escaped Gerard. "I'm sorry. I'm just horrible. I can't do anything right." Another sniffle. Wrong. It's because you do everything right. "I'll just go." My heart shattered. I've only known him for two days, but he was getting to me. I jumped up and unlocked the door. There stood a broken, beaten down Gerard. His eyes red and puffy from crying, the tip of his nose slightly red. His lips were parted and swollen from trying to hold in his sobs, his face was tear stained and it showed, very much. I pulled the taller being in for a hug, he needed it, and I was being selfish, because I wanted it. To feel his body against mine, one last time before I'd leave him to dwell without me. After all, I caused him so much pain. This wasn't at all going as planned, with all the promises we were supposed to make, and the things we were supposed to talk about. As I pulled away from Gerard, I noticed a figure standing behind him. Timmy. My eyes widened and I shoved Gerard away from me.

"Look who refused to listen. He gripped my hair and pulled me towards him. "I thought I told you to stay away from him." His voice was full of disgust. A whimper escaped my lips, and met his ears. "I should kill him." I nearly screamed, but held it in. I looked at Gerard but the tall brown haired, blue eyed boy slapped me across the face. "Don't you dare look at him for help. You're mine, and you better stay away from him, or it'll get so much worse. Maybe I'll kill him for you." The boy released my hair and let me drop to the floor, where he admit a nice kick in the ribs to me, with his Adidas covered feet, and walked away.
Timmy had a shit taste. He was a walking stereotype. That asshole player who girls fall hopelessly in love with? That's him. Here's the catch, he's gay, and lucky me, I'm his victim. I always was. He was on the other wing of the institute so I don't understand how he found me. Or why he's even here. His hair was stuck up in a stupid assed quiff, and he wore shitty ass v-necks all the time, with light blue jeans, and Adidas shoes to top it all off. He tried to get me into rap, but honestly, it was the worst shit I've ever heard.

"Don't hurt him..." That's all I managed out before I was going to black out.

"I won't have to if you stay away." Timmy stopped to say, then continued his way out of the room. Darkness was taking over my vision and I soon fell into nothingness.
I woke up in the morning, in my bed, covers pulled up over me. Gerard must have done this for me. I slowly sat up, but there wasn't pain in my ribs, there wasn't even pain in my head from where the devil's spawn ripped out strands of my hair. But, it was all real. I looked around my room, and I couldn't find Gerard. It must have been breakfast. I didn't care at this point. I was still in my clothes from yesterday when I headed down to get something to eat. I walked past dozens of rooms, all of them empty. Not a noise came from any of them. I finally got to the cafeteria, and as I walked in, I noticed there was nobody at my table. Not one person. I went and got my cereal and proceeded to take my seat. I looked over and Gerard was sitting with a kid named Ray. Ray was in here due to his self harm. His parents thought he needed extreme help, so poof, here he is.
I don't know if I was disappointed or not. I mean, I need to stay away from my enigma, but on the other hand, he gave me a friendship I haven't had in a while, and sure, we were both really fucked up, but it was good to know that I had someone who didn't think I was a freak, and who knew we didn't belong here.

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For the next week, Gerard and I didn't speak. We ignored each other but I could tell it was hurting him far more than he showed it to be so. It didn't help that I had shitty dreams some nights, and I had nobody there for me when I woke up screaming. Mikey hadn't visited either, he did call this week, and he told me that he was sorry, and had a date with a girl he'd liked for a while. Alicia. There was two others he liked as well, but we both agreed Alicia was far better than the rest.
It was once again a Friday, our free day. We could do as we pleased, minus the meals. I woke up, and slipped off my shirt. Gerard was asleep, so why the hell not? I went to my drawer and pulled out my red 'Homophobia is Gay' shirt and slipped it on, and that's when I heard little whimpers from Gerard. I shot my head over and saw his face buried in the pillow. After his little whimpers a heard him hum. He seemed content with whatever dream he was having. He looked vulnerable and kind of adorable. I smiled, then turned my attention back to getting a pair of pants. I took out a dark grey pair of jeans, and proceeded to throw off my flannel pajama pants. I slipped into my jeans and opened the top drawer after I did so. I pulled out my notepad, and pencil, and wrote a small note to Gerard.

Meet me in the courtyard after breakfast, please.

I was going to leave it at that, until I heard Gerard start mumbling in his sleep.

"F-fuck, Frank... D-don't... Leave... Ever..." I smiled, he sounded like he was having a dream similar to the one I had about a week ago, before Timmy ruined us. I added onto the note I was writing.

Care to share your dream? You mumble in your sleep.
xofrnk

Proud of myself, I walked out and went for breakfast. As I anticipated, Gerard walked in, his face beet red, and he grabbed a tray, and this time, surprisingly sat with me instead of Ray. I looked up at him in disbelief and he just blushed and looked away from me. The distance we've created this one week isn't making my feelings go away, it's making them stronger, and I don't know if I like it or not. I looked away from Gerard and then scooted closer to him. He was confused, but that was okay. I planned on showing him how much he means to me. That means talking.
After breakfast he followed me out into the courtyard. The one decent area they had in this place. It had a Willow tree with a small pond on one end, and a cherry blossom tree on the other end, there was a bench located underneath it, and a small stone pathway led to it. I guess they tried to make it look like a traditional Japanese garden for part of it, but it wasn't exactly traditional. I slowly walked along the stone pathway, until we reached the bench. I sat down and expected Gerard to do the same, but he didn't. He just stood there, eyebrows knit together. I slowly rose off the bench and took a step closer to him.

"You know, your lips are tragically chapped." The words escaped my mouth, and I couldn't stop them.

"I thought, you'd be the one telling me the story."

"A story for a story, then?" I inquired. I got a small nod, and we sat down. I faced Gerard and so began the tale of Frank Anthony Iero. "When I was thirteen, I began to see things, as people put it. But these things are real. I saw them from time to time. When life got shitty, you know? When I turned fifteen, they got pretty fucking bad. I mean, these people would visit me. This one guy, I call him Joker boy, because, well, he has the Joker smiled going on. He killed my girlfriend at the time. It killed me, he wanted me to be hurt. In return for me showing I was hurt, he sent over a boy named Timmy. At first, he was young, so he'd just get me into shit by knocking shit over, but now he's in the institute, and fourteen, he abuses me. He wants me away from you. I don't really know what else to tell you. Maybe I should say that Joker boy raped me, or tell you about that one time that he held a knife to my throat. I should tell you about the few good people in my life that people claim aren't real. There was a kid, last time I saw him, I was fifteen. He came up to me at school, and he tried to make my life better, and at first I thought it was great, but then he left. The last thing he said was that he's moving, and he can't keep in touch. He told me to be careful of them." I explained. "There's one more thing. I don't remember clearly. Something about mirrors. Doctors say I'll have an episode. They don't tell me more. But, fuck, I'm so dirty."

"So that's why you stayed away?" Gerard asked. I slowly nodded. "Are you insane?!" He shouted at me and I flinched away. "You stayed away, when you knew, someone was going to hurt you no matter what?" So he was angry at my actions, not me. "Frank, I want to help you, even if that means dying." He sounded genuine and calm now. I didn't know what to do. So I did the logical thing. I hugged him.

"Thank you for not thinking I was a psychopath." I whispered to him.

"Frank, when I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were different." I smiled at his words as I pulled away.

"Now it's your turn. Tell me about those tragically chapped lips."

"Okay, well, it all began when I was fifteen. Second year of highschool, you know? I never had any friends, until this group of girls thought it would be cool to have a 'gay best friend'. I don't know. It was really stupid, and I was naive so I agreed. Apparently one girl wasn't convinced I was gay, so when we were hanging out one on one, without anyone home, she uh, knocked me out. When I woke up I was tied to her bed, naked, and well, she sat on me, on... Yeah. She tried so hard to turn me on, to fuck me. My mood switched from scared shitless, to depressed as fuck, really quickly. When she saw that grinding wasn't working, she began kissing me and rubbing my crotch. It sucked because well, in between kissing me she began describing artists I liked and about, how hot they were, and just tattoos on them, and somehow she managed to do it. She sucked me off, and then fucked me. She then left me there, raped, untied, and I was left there with a problem. She attacked my lips and tried so hard to just, make me give in on my own free will, and when she realised I wouldn't, she hurt me. She took a blade to my skin, and slapped me endlessly." He was crying pretty hard at this point. He looked me dead in the eyes for the next part. "She sent me home, with makeup concealing everything, and I was forced to hang out with her and the group of friends for another year, until graduation. They graduated and I didn't need to see them anymore. I was done with life. I attempted suicide so many times. I got so angry at myself and everyone, and then I'd start crying. I'm so worthless to everyone. I'm dirty, and ugly. I left for art school, and there was a guy there who decided I'd be his little toy. So whenever he got drunk, he'd do just about anything to me. I focused on my art after they got him expelled, but I never shook the feeling of uncleanliness off, not matter how much I showered. My bipolar got worse. I'd be fine a moment, then snap at the teachers and students, I'd spend days in my dorm because of depression, and then I'd hurt myself. After that, I'd have a happy high, then the cycle restarted. I graduated eventually, and went home. I didn't talk to anyone. I isolated myself, and when they found out what had been happening, they sent me here." I suddenly felt guilt hit me very hard. I had wanted to kiss those lips, at least in my dream.

"You didn't need to, Gerard." I began to sob a little harder than I had been as he told his story.

"I like the way you make my name sound. You make it sound beautiful." He stated through all his tears.

"Because you are, Gerard." I looked down at my lap, because I knew that I could barely control myself, and not press my lips to his. I just hoped I could fix him, because slowly, I was unraveling the enigma of Gerard Way.

Notes

Alot happened in this chapter, holy shit.

So, did anyone cry?

xxxSoulless Vampirexxx