..."Frank," I croak out. "I think you did it wrong,"

"What? No way, I'm a pro," he laughs lightheartedly, encouragingly slapping me on my back two times as I struggle for breath. "Go climb, I'll hold the rope so that you don't die,"

"But can you at least-"

"I said go climb, I did it correctly, I'm sure,"

Gerard's POV

I gulp as I approach the wall, trying not to limp as much as possible.

This is it. This is the moment I've been preparing for my whole life. This is what I'll need in college, and this is what will feed me in the darkest days. Climbing walls.

Just as I put my hand onto the rough surface, carefully avoiding a dark spot that kind of looks like blood, I'm finally ready to make the first step. Suddenly Frank calls out from behind, snapping me out of my nirvana.

"Wait! You forgot the helmet!"

What the fuck do you mean- I forgot the helmet, huh, Frank?! You are the fucking counselor, you are supposed to remember, you fucking piece of shit, prick, fucking asshole I hope you-

"Oh yes, of course," I reply timidly, taking a step away from the wall. Frank quickly bends over, picks up a bright pink, almost neon helmet from the ground and comes closer to me, letting go of the rope. Really. Fucking pink. Is this some kind of a cruel joke?

I reach out to grab the helmet from Frank's hands, but he just shakes his head with a short laugh. Literally, there's nothing funny in this, what the fuck is wrong with him

"I'm going to do it myself, relax," he says with a smile. What am I- five?

I'm about to protest, but before I can say a word he carefully places the helmet on my head, patting it down with his hand, and I decide to just let him be because it seems like he's getting the biggest pleasure from the process.

This is actually not that bad. His face is so close to mine, I can literally see every pore on his skin. His eyes look even prettier up close- they really are the color of honey, and the eyebrows are arched, giving his face a hint of something noble. I don't know how to explain it, but they just do. I just noticed that he took his lip ring out. His eyeliner is slightly smudged, but it still looks as if he put a lot of effort into it. And his breath smells like mint.

I hear the click of the strap under my chin as Frank's long fingers lock it in place.

"Uh, Frank?"

"What?"

"Can you please check the belt again? Just, really, maybe you did it wrong, it kinda hurts,"

Frank groans in annoyance as I look at him, pulling the cat's, the one's from Shrek, eyes at him.

"Alright I'll do it, whatever," he says, bending over slightly and examining the cursed belt. He hums thoughtfully before yanking the two straps again, practically pulling me of my feet. I hiss in pain, wincing. This definitely didn't make it better, I feel like I'm wearing a corset, and an extremely tight one. One of a kind, probably.

"I'm telling you, it's good, now go," he says, slapping me on the back.

I hurriedly turn away from him, approaching the wall of horrors once again.

***
Time Lapse- 10 minutes, Gerard just fell off

Just as my tip toes touch the ground, my knees immediately go weak and I almost collapse to the ground, Frank's rope holding me up as I bend over, the overly tight belt pressing into my stomach even more than before. I don't even get a chance to react or regain my balance before Frank lets go of the rope and I immediately fall onto my hands and knees, letting out a screech. Even the grass doesn't soften the pain in my palm.

"Fuck," I quietly breathe out after a moment of silence, not sure what to do.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" Frank suddenly snaps out of a trance and rushes towards me, kneeling next to me and I sit back, looking up at him. His face expression is kind of similar to the one he had when he thought I had a sun stroke- the one where he looks like a 70 year old grandma who needs to find her chill. Eyes full of worry, furrowed eyebrows, a concerned frown...

"Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm okay, trust me, I didn't expect you to let go of the rope so quickly, that's all," I say, managing a smile, but that's a lie, I'm actually in agony. Not from the fall though, but from Frank not knowing how to strap a fucking climbing belt properly. Never trusting that bitch again.

"You sure?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. God, just fuck of, please, or I'll-

"Yeah but... Can you help me take the belt off?"

Notes

Short chapter, sorry
I actually have the next one ready, I just wanted to tease you a bit, because there's gonna be some good stuff in it)) it's worth the wait, or at least I think it is.

i like Gerard's POV more because I try to make it somewhat funny so it's kinda cool to write, but I'm not rly sure if im succeeding so yeah
i tend to get really self-conscious over everything I do
feedback please :3

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PS. For the ones who think that frerard is taking a long time in this fanfic, just remember that this is Gerard's first full day in the camp, sooo