The big move (frerard)

Gerard sat on his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He took in a deep breath, exhailing loudly. He didn't know how to feel about what happened to Frank. He was beyond pissed that anyone would hurt him like that, but the fact that it was his fault made him angry at himself. He knew how shitty kids at school could be, he delt with it himself. He should have known this would happen, he should have been more careful. His hands were shaking but he locked his fingers together, forcing himself to look away from his cellphone that was sitting in front of him on his bed. He knew if he gave in and grabbed it he'd do something stupid, probably Bert related, bacause damn, he wanted a drink. But he was thinking about Frank, he was upset because Frank was hurt, and the fact that he wanted to call Bert was so utterly fucked up that it made his head spin. It was times like this that he truly hated himself, times when all he wanted was to drown in the liquid that would temporarily make everything go away. He knew he should tell someone, Mikey was just down the hall and would be happy to help. But Gerard wouldn't go there, because although he wanted to get better, maybe he didn't want the help. Maybe he just wanted to see how long he could stay sober on his own, even if that screwed things up even more. He took in another deep breath, letting go of his knees and laying down, curling up on his bed. Instead of calling Bert and getting completely wasted, he stayed home, thinking about his boyfriend and how this could all go wrong. Knocking is what woke Frank up and he groaned, pulling his blanket over his head. The knocking got louder and he rolled his eyes, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He immediatly felt the aching in his jaw and stomach and winced, stretching. When he realised that the knocking was coming from behind him and not from up the stairs he stood up, unlocking the window and letting his sleepy looking boyfriend inside. "Gerard? Why are you here at... 5am?" Frank asked, turning to look at the blinking numbers on his alarmclock. A light blush erupted on Gerard cheeks and he closed the window behind him, letting Frank pull him down so they were sitting next to each other. "I uh.. couldn't sleep and wanted to see you." Gerard mumbled, the blush getting even worse. Frank giggled at that, laying down and motioning for Gerard to do the same. Once Gerard was laying down Frank curled into him, resting his head in the crook of Gerards neck and placing a light kiss there. "I'm fine, you know?" Frank mumbled into Gerards neck, closing his eyes. Gerard sighed, wrapping his arms around Frank tightly, being careful not hurt his bruised stomach. "I don't want people hurting you, Frank. It's not right." Gerard argued, voice soft. Frank just placed another light kiss on Gerards neck, smiling a little. "It might not be right, but it's worth it." He said, yawning afterwards. Gerard rolled his eyes, breaking out into a small smile. He shifted how they were laying, gently cupping Franks jaw and kissing him softly. "Just.. tell me if they do it again, okay?" Gerard asked once they pulled apart, and Frank nodded. "Okay, Gee. Now let's go to sleep, i'm fucking tired." Gerard sat up slowly, looking around the room and finding it empty. Where was Frank? He stretched, getting up and slowly making his way up the stairs. Linda wouldn't be surprised he was there, it was rare that he didn't spend the night. He heard movement in the kitchen and went to the room, finding Frank leaning against the kitchen table. "Morning, Gee." Frank said, turning and giving Gerard a small smile. Gerard walked over to Frank, wrapping his arms around the shorters waist. "Mornin' " Gerard mumbled, lightly kissing Franks lips. Frank kissed back, wrapping his arms around Gerards shoulders. They stayed like that for aa fee seconds, being pulled apart by a small cough. Frank looked over Gerards shoulder, his cheeks going dark pink. Linda stood there with her arms crossed, a small smirk on her face. It fell though, when she took in Franks face and the bruise that covered his jaw. Gerard turned to look at Linda and then back at Frank, wondering how they would explain this one. She walked over to Frank, tiltig his chin up and examining the bruise. After a minute she sighed, raising an eyebrow at her son. "What happened?" And so for the next half hour Frank explained how and why he'd been beaten up, in the end pleading with his mother not to call his school and make it worse. She wasn't happy about it, but she agreed not to unless it happened again. A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been so long and the chapter is short! I've got really bad writers block that I just can't get rid of. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. -RayneMarie

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