You should have never come
Chapter 9
...“Oh, well, I’m really scared of spiders, so if you find one of those eight-legged assholes in your room, do me a favour and don’t call me,”
Narrator's POV
It turned out that nothing was actually wrong with Gerard, he was just really stressed, but Frank suggested that the younger boy should stay in the hotel room anyways, since everyone was soon coming back from the pool. Gerard didn't protest; he liked being cared about. Still, he found himself getting slightly annoyed. He understood that it was Frank's first year as a counselor and he wasn't really sure what to do with the teens, but in Gerard's opinion he cared too much. He made a note to himself that Frank was mentally a 70 year old grandma, who just couldn't deal with her almost fully grownup grandson having a small headache, and that made him laugh. Still, jokes aside, 19 year olds aren't supposed to care that much
Gerard was now laying on his bed, sketching something insensible in his small notebook. If you asked him, he'd say it's a picture of several smiling faces, but they looked more like something what had crawled straight from hell.
He soon saw that the drawing was no good and laid his hand on the paper, ready to crumble the shitty creation up. Just as his palm made contact with the surface he door flung open, revealing Gerard's roommates behind it. They must have swum, after all, because their wet hair was sticking to their foreheads and Drake was carrying his glasses in his hand.
“Hey Gee!” Diego exclaimed, not giving Gerard a chance to react. He slumped down on his own bed, settling on the mattress. Adham and Drake silently followed him inside, not saying a word, only smiling. They were still shy- they were, after all, all teenagers.
“Did you swim?” Gee asked, finally tossing the paper into the trash can from the distance. The crumbled ball bounced of the age, making Gerard flinch forward in an attempt to catch it, but finally fell into the destination.
“Yeah, Ballash made us. The water is fucking freezing, I'm all shivering." Gerard noticed the white goosebumps on the Spanish boy's tanned forearm. "It was horrible, you’re lucky you left early,” Diego laughed, but somehow it didn't sound natural. “Do you feel okay now?”
Diego probably studied in an English speaking school, because Gerard didn't hear any accent.
“Yeah, the nurse said it was just because of stress” he replied.
“That’s good, if you were sick you’d have to stay in for the evening, and you are like, the coolest person here so far.” Diego smiled up at him, and suddenly Gerard felt extremely confident, as if his self esteem has just been busted by a thousand. He felt color rush into his cheeks and quickly turned away, pretending to dig through his suitcase. Both Gerard and Diego noticed Drake's lips curve downwards in a frown, but the Spanish boy didn't find a need to add anything soothing to his quite stinging words. He wasn't really a compromising person, and though that everyone deserved to know his honest opinion about them. Sometimes it got to the point where it was offensive enough for someone to find it necessary to lift their first at him.
The rest of the day went at a slow, relaxing pace. The boys were given about an hour to unpack before dinner, which they all wholeheartedly decided to postpone till the lights-out time. They talked, getting to know each other better, and finally Gerard felt like he could even call them his best friends. What did it matter, anyways? They were to be together for not more than three weeks, and it only made sense to hurry things up.
After dinner which, surprisingly, wasn't as disgusting as Gerard thought it would be (it was mac and cheese and, even though the cheese was a bit burned, it was still bearable, almost pleasurable) the campers were brought to a huge field, which was beautifully framed by enormous mountains, where they'd play games to know each other and the counselors better- by the end of the evening, each had to had learned about 100 names, if not more. The games were ridiculously childish but no one argued since elementary group, which had kids aged 7-10, was also there. Plus, everyone was too tired to do anything serious, and were quite happy to play a "name tag" game, which required minimum movements. Soon the games turned active, but no one minded that either.
Gerard quickly got on with most people, and soon was laughing like crazy as a small girl, probably seven years old, jumped on him from behind, wrapping her thin legs around his waist.
After about two hours, the counselors were to introduce themselves-it was supposed to be the final activity before everyone had to return to the hotel. The kids settled on the grass, ready to listen. Frank, about who's existence Gerard had almost completely forgotten, was to speak first as he was the youngest. The younger boy's heart hitched, forming a knot in his stomach as the familiar voice reached his ears.
"Uh, hey everyone, I'm Frank" he said observing the crowd in front of him.
"Tell 'me your last name, boy," Ballash nudged him, a wide grin plastered across his face. Frank glared at him for a second before adding a short "Iero. It's Frank Iero"
He then continued: "I'm 19, and this is my first year as a counselor ever, and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing,"
A giggle erupted from the teenagers and Frank smiled. As he opened his mouth to say something else, Ballash interrupted him again.
"He's going to go to most activities with you, and he also writes the daily blog posts for our website. Not like you are going to see those anyways- your phones are ours for the next three weeks!" Ballash threw his head back and laughed, throwing his muscular arm around Franks shoulders. Gerard thought Frank looked extremely fragile compared to the older counselor, almost as if he was made of glass.
Frank edged away from the embrace, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
Frank appeared to have nothing else to say, and all other counselors took turns sharing some overall information about themselves, which turned out to be pretty boring for most part. The only one who was really able to grab Gerard's attention was Worm, the girl Ballash had talked about earlier that day. Her ears really were stretched to fit 30 cocktail tubes in them, if not more, and she did seem pretty nice and cool. Her dirty blond hair was rather short, almost touching her shoulders. It was curly and formed as an umbrella. Her face features seemed long and thin.
Just as everyone was about to leave, Frank suddenly yelled something insensible out, lifting his tattooed arm up high into the air.
"I completely forgot to tell you- you need to ask the receptionist for your bracelet before you go to your room. Elementary gets a yellow one, medium- a red one, and upper-" his eyes met Gerard's and the younger boy instantly looked away, blushing. " a blue one".
***
It was about an hour past the lights-out time, and the four boys - Gerard, Diego, Drake and Adham - were all laying on Gee's bed, cramming jellybeans, which Drake ever so nicely brought with him, into their mouths. Gerard was careful to only pick the popcorn ones out, as those were his favorite. The teens were laughing and making jokes as if they had known each other for years, when suddenly Adham sat up, making everyone look at him.
"So, who do you think is the most attractive girl so far?" he asked. This was the question Gerard feared the most, but he knew that it would come up eventually and there was no way to avoid it. He didn't want to end up being called "fag" and being shamed for his orientation, but he couldn't think of a girl who was good enough to be his "crush" for the next three weeks. Angelina? No way. Olivia? No. Veronica? Maybe, but no. Gerard finally decided that he would just name a counselor, but when it was his turn to speak, he forgot his plan and stammered.
"I, uhh... I don't really know?" He said, not daring to look up. Everything was already uncomfortable enough, and he doubted that eye contact would make it any easier for him.
"Oh c'mon, we aren't going to tell anyone," Drake smiled at him reassuringly.
"But I really don't..."
"Yeah yeah whatever guys, he doesn't know yet," Diego kicked into the conversation, andGerard felt a weight drop off his heart. "I personally think that..."
The Spanish boy never got to finish because suddenly the door creaked, and they all turned their heads to look what was up. In the dark hotel hallway there was the last person Gerard expected to see- Frank. He was dressed in long checkered pajama pants and a black T-shirt- he was probably about to go to sleep.
The older guy didn't hesitate to come in, and Gee instantly shot under his blanket, trying to cover himself up as much as possible. Now that he thought of it, there was really no point- after all, Frank has already seen him naked by the pool.
Frank didn't seem to care at all though, as his face looked completely indifferent to his surroundings. His eyes weren't giving out any emotion, and his thin lips were tightly pursed together. He quickly marched through the room and dropped a tight plastic bag on Gerard's knees. The red haired boy looked up at him in confusion, unsure of what to do.
"Your phones," Frank spoke, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Your phones," the counselor sounded more annoyed now. "I just brought you your phones".
"But..." Drake started.
"Oh my god, just take them, what's the problem? I'm breaking the rules by just simply being here" Now Frank sounded like he was trying to keep in a major anger fit, and his chest was raising in heavy breathes. Gerard kind of understood him- he could sometimes get really mad at what seemed like nothing, too. He was even forced to take pills for it for a while, but they tasted bitter, so he started to slowly throw them away before he even finished a half of the pack.
"The reason I'm doing this is because my room is right opposite yours, so if you hear anything coming from there at night, keep your mouths shut, alright?"
The teens didn't reply.
"I might bring someone in sometime, that's why I'm warning you," he explained.
Gerard blushed and looked away, feeling a knot in his chest. It sent a lump to his throat, and he quickly swallowed it down. Was Frank talking about having sex with someone? No matter how horrible it was, Gerard's stomach still tingled with excitement. If Frank was going to get lucky, maybe Gerard would get a chance to hear him orgasm. He still felt jealous that there was no way he would be the one moaning under Frank, but he had to just be happy with what he had.
He was never to be the one moaning under Frank.
"Alright?" the counselor asked again.
"Yeah," Gerard whispered and mentally slapped himself. He didn't mean to sound so weak and miserable, but there was no going back now.
Frank's face lit up in a toothed smile.
"See? Gerard gets it," he said before gently patting the boys red hair.
"If you keep quiet about this, I'll help you with small things, like bringing snacks from the grocery store into the room and stuff, and if you don't... Well, we'll see about that," he smiled sweetly again and vanished from the room as quickly as he appeared, leaving the four friends dumbfounded.
Gerard thought that Frank seemed way nicer when he walked him to the nurse. Is he really an asshole?
"I'm kind of scared of him now," Diego suddenly uttered.
Gerard was too.
*** time lapse next morning
"Hey!" Frank greeted loudly as Gerard, Drake, Adam and Diego entered the dining, which was already full with chattering teenagers. He grinned widely, waving their hand at them. They all managed weak smiles, except for Gerard, who decided to just ignore the counselor as much as possible. He pulled out a chair and slumped onto it, and his roommates quickly followed him. Just as Gee lift his spoon above the cereal, he felt a hand tightly clench his shoulder.
"I hope you slept well," Frank's voice hissed harshly right above his ear, making him flinch. "And your memory better last,"
He gave Gerard's shoulder a strong squeeze before letting go and marching away from their table.
Narrator's POV
It turned out that nothing was actually wrong with Gerard, he was just really stressed, but Frank suggested that the younger boy should stay in the hotel room anyways, since everyone was soon coming back from the pool. Gerard didn't protest; he liked being cared about. Still, he found himself getting slightly annoyed. He understood that it was Frank's first year as a counselor and he wasn't really sure what to do with the teens, but in Gerard's opinion he cared too much. He made a note to himself that Frank was mentally a 70 year old grandma, who just couldn't deal with her almost fully grownup grandson having a small headache, and that made him laugh. Still, jokes aside, 19 year olds aren't supposed to care that much
Gerard was now laying on his bed, sketching something insensible in his small notebook. If you asked him, he'd say it's a picture of several smiling faces, but they looked more like something what had crawled straight from hell.
He soon saw that the drawing was no good and laid his hand on the paper, ready to crumble the shitty creation up. Just as his palm made contact with the surface he door flung open, revealing Gerard's roommates behind it. They must have swum, after all, because their wet hair was sticking to their foreheads and Drake was carrying his glasses in his hand.
“Hey Gee!” Diego exclaimed, not giving Gerard a chance to react. He slumped down on his own bed, settling on the mattress. Adham and Drake silently followed him inside, not saying a word, only smiling. They were still shy- they were, after all, all teenagers.
“Did you swim?” Gee asked, finally tossing the paper into the trash can from the distance. The crumbled ball bounced of the age, making Gerard flinch forward in an attempt to catch it, but finally fell into the destination.
“Yeah, Ballash made us. The water is fucking freezing, I'm all shivering." Gerard noticed the white goosebumps on the Spanish boy's tanned forearm. "It was horrible, you’re lucky you left early,” Diego laughed, but somehow it didn't sound natural. “Do you feel okay now?”
Diego probably studied in an English speaking school, because Gerard didn't hear any accent.
“Yeah, the nurse said it was just because of stress” he replied.
“That’s good, if you were sick you’d have to stay in for the evening, and you are like, the coolest person here so far.” Diego smiled up at him, and suddenly Gerard felt extremely confident, as if his self esteem has just been busted by a thousand. He felt color rush into his cheeks and quickly turned away, pretending to dig through his suitcase. Both Gerard and Diego noticed Drake's lips curve downwards in a frown, but the Spanish boy didn't find a need to add anything soothing to his quite stinging words. He wasn't really a compromising person, and though that everyone deserved to know his honest opinion about them. Sometimes it got to the point where it was offensive enough for someone to find it necessary to lift their first at him.
The rest of the day went at a slow, relaxing pace. The boys were given about an hour to unpack before dinner, which they all wholeheartedly decided to postpone till the lights-out time. They talked, getting to know each other better, and finally Gerard felt like he could even call them his best friends. What did it matter, anyways? They were to be together for not more than three weeks, and it only made sense to hurry things up.
After dinner which, surprisingly, wasn't as disgusting as Gerard thought it would be (it was mac and cheese and, even though the cheese was a bit burned, it was still bearable, almost pleasurable) the campers were brought to a huge field, which was beautifully framed by enormous mountains, where they'd play games to know each other and the counselors better- by the end of the evening, each had to had learned about 100 names, if not more. The games were ridiculously childish but no one argued since elementary group, which had kids aged 7-10, was also there. Plus, everyone was too tired to do anything serious, and were quite happy to play a "name tag" game, which required minimum movements. Soon the games turned active, but no one minded that either.
Gerard quickly got on with most people, and soon was laughing like crazy as a small girl, probably seven years old, jumped on him from behind, wrapping her thin legs around his waist.
After about two hours, the counselors were to introduce themselves-it was supposed to be the final activity before everyone had to return to the hotel. The kids settled on the grass, ready to listen. Frank, about who's existence Gerard had almost completely forgotten, was to speak first as he was the youngest. The younger boy's heart hitched, forming a knot in his stomach as the familiar voice reached his ears.
"Uh, hey everyone, I'm Frank" he said observing the crowd in front of him.
"Tell 'me your last name, boy," Ballash nudged him, a wide grin plastered across his face. Frank glared at him for a second before adding a short "Iero. It's Frank Iero"
He then continued: "I'm 19, and this is my first year as a counselor ever, and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing,"
A giggle erupted from the teenagers and Frank smiled. As he opened his mouth to say something else, Ballash interrupted him again.
"He's going to go to most activities with you, and he also writes the daily blog posts for our website. Not like you are going to see those anyways- your phones are ours for the next three weeks!" Ballash threw his head back and laughed, throwing his muscular arm around Franks shoulders. Gerard thought Frank looked extremely fragile compared to the older counselor, almost as if he was made of glass.
Frank edged away from the embrace, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
Frank appeared to have nothing else to say, and all other counselors took turns sharing some overall information about themselves, which turned out to be pretty boring for most part. The only one who was really able to grab Gerard's attention was Worm, the girl Ballash had talked about earlier that day. Her ears really were stretched to fit 30 cocktail tubes in them, if not more, and she did seem pretty nice and cool. Her dirty blond hair was rather short, almost touching her shoulders. It was curly and formed as an umbrella. Her face features seemed long and thin.
Just as everyone was about to leave, Frank suddenly yelled something insensible out, lifting his tattooed arm up high into the air.
"I completely forgot to tell you- you need to ask the receptionist for your bracelet before you go to your room. Elementary gets a yellow one, medium- a red one, and upper-" his eyes met Gerard's and the younger boy instantly looked away, blushing. " a blue one".
***
It was about an hour past the lights-out time, and the four boys - Gerard, Diego, Drake and Adham - were all laying on Gee's bed, cramming jellybeans, which Drake ever so nicely brought with him, into their mouths. Gerard was careful to only pick the popcorn ones out, as those were his favorite. The teens were laughing and making jokes as if they had known each other for years, when suddenly Adham sat up, making everyone look at him.
"So, who do you think is the most attractive girl so far?" he asked. This was the question Gerard feared the most, but he knew that it would come up eventually and there was no way to avoid it. He didn't want to end up being called "fag" and being shamed for his orientation, but he couldn't think of a girl who was good enough to be his "crush" for the next three weeks. Angelina? No way. Olivia? No. Veronica? Maybe, but no. Gerard finally decided that he would just name a counselor, but when it was his turn to speak, he forgot his plan and stammered.
"I, uhh... I don't really know?" He said, not daring to look up. Everything was already uncomfortable enough, and he doubted that eye contact would make it any easier for him.
"Oh c'mon, we aren't going to tell anyone," Drake smiled at him reassuringly.
"But I really don't..."
"Yeah yeah whatever guys, he doesn't know yet," Diego kicked into the conversation, andGerard felt a weight drop off his heart. "I personally think that..."
The Spanish boy never got to finish because suddenly the door creaked, and they all turned their heads to look what was up. In the dark hotel hallway there was the last person Gerard expected to see- Frank. He was dressed in long checkered pajama pants and a black T-shirt- he was probably about to go to sleep.
The older guy didn't hesitate to come in, and Gee instantly shot under his blanket, trying to cover himself up as much as possible. Now that he thought of it, there was really no point- after all, Frank has already seen him naked by the pool.
Frank didn't seem to care at all though, as his face looked completely indifferent to his surroundings. His eyes weren't giving out any emotion, and his thin lips were tightly pursed together. He quickly marched through the room and dropped a tight plastic bag on Gerard's knees. The red haired boy looked up at him in confusion, unsure of what to do.
"Your phones," Frank spoke, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Your phones," the counselor sounded more annoyed now. "I just brought you your phones".
"But..." Drake started.
"Oh my god, just take them, what's the problem? I'm breaking the rules by just simply being here" Now Frank sounded like he was trying to keep in a major anger fit, and his chest was raising in heavy breathes. Gerard kind of understood him- he could sometimes get really mad at what seemed like nothing, too. He was even forced to take pills for it for a while, but they tasted bitter, so he started to slowly throw them away before he even finished a half of the pack.
"The reason I'm doing this is because my room is right opposite yours, so if you hear anything coming from there at night, keep your mouths shut, alright?"
The teens didn't reply.
"I might bring someone in sometime, that's why I'm warning you," he explained.
Gerard blushed and looked away, feeling a knot in his chest. It sent a lump to his throat, and he quickly swallowed it down. Was Frank talking about having sex with someone? No matter how horrible it was, Gerard's stomach still tingled with excitement. If Frank was going to get lucky, maybe Gerard would get a chance to hear him orgasm. He still felt jealous that there was no way he would be the one moaning under Frank, but he had to just be happy with what he had.
He was never to be the one moaning under Frank.
"Alright?" the counselor asked again.
"Yeah," Gerard whispered and mentally slapped himself. He didn't mean to sound so weak and miserable, but there was no going back now.
Frank's face lit up in a toothed smile.
"See? Gerard gets it," he said before gently patting the boys red hair.
"If you keep quiet about this, I'll help you with small things, like bringing snacks from the grocery store into the room and stuff, and if you don't... Well, we'll see about that," he smiled sweetly again and vanished from the room as quickly as he appeared, leaving the four friends dumbfounded.
Gerard thought that Frank seemed way nicer when he walked him to the nurse. Is he really an asshole?
"I'm kind of scared of him now," Diego suddenly uttered.
Gerard was too.
*** time lapse next morning
"Hey!" Frank greeted loudly as Gerard, Drake, Adam and Diego entered the dining, which was already full with chattering teenagers. He grinned widely, waving their hand at them. They all managed weak smiles, except for Gerard, who decided to just ignore the counselor as much as possible. He pulled out a chair and slumped onto it, and his roommates quickly followed him. Just as Gee lift his spoon above the cereal, he felt a hand tightly clench his shoulder.
"I hope you slept well," Frank's voice hissed harshly right above his ear, making him flinch. "And your memory better last,"
He gave Gerard's shoulder a strong squeeze before letting go and marching away from their table.
Notes
Sorry if this chapter seemed hurried, the truth is, I'm on a vacation right now and I don't really get that much wifi time, plus it's uncomfortable to type on an iPad... I don't know why, but I'm still pretty proud with this chapter, haha)) I hope the length of this makes up for the 8 days of waiting, though))
please feedback, I love reading comments!
And this time it's actully Frank who needs to chill, not Gerard, because duuuude, calm the fuck down like woahhh
This was actually the first fanfiction I ever read. (Hence that was like a year and a half ago)
5/1/17