My Gerard

Franks’ POV

I knocked on the bathroom door impatiently.

“Come on Gee! What’s taking so long?” I yelled. Suddenly there was a loud crash from behind the door followed by muffled curses. “Gee, you ok?” I asked worriedly “What’s going on?”

“Just a sec!” He yelled back sounding panicked. Now I was really worried. I knelt down and got to work on the lock. Luckily it was only a twist lock so it only took a few seconds. I opened the door slowly but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. Gerard was standing over the sink with his cut up arm under the tap, his blood being washed away His flick blade ay on the counter next to the sink, blood covering the silver blade. I stood there in shock for a few moments until he noticed me.

“Frankie?” He whispered. “Th-this isn’t what it looks like! I was just-” I cut- bad choice of words in this situation- him off.

“I can see what you’re doing Gee! Don’t lie to me!” He bowed his head in despair. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“It’s not important.” He mumbled, staring at the cuts as they finally stopped bleeding.

“If it wasn’t important you wouldn’t fucking cut yourself!” I yelled, glad that Mikey and Ray were out on a date –they had finally got together! - and Bob was out… somewhere, so they couldn’t hear us. Gerard sighed.

“There’s this guy…” He said softly. So Gee finally found someone that he likes, I thought with something close to sadness. I’ve known he was gay since he knew he was! “And I really like him but…”

“But what? Who could you, the famous Gerard fucking Way, not get?” I asked in disbelief.

“I don’t think he likes me back.” He muttered sadly. “I don’t even know if he’s gay!”

“Do I know this guy?” I asked. If I found out who it was then I could interrog- I mean, found out about them. Gerard chuckled.

“Yeah, you know him.” Came the amused response. My eyes widened.

“Is it someone in the band?” I asked, my hope rising a bit. He nodded slowly. “Ray?” He shook his head fiercely. “Bob?” Another head shake. “Shit, is it Mikey?” I joked. He laughed loudly.

“Dude, he’s my baby brother!” He said between laughs.

“So that just leaves me.” I said, waiting for his reaction. He froze the bowed his head in dismay.

“Frankie, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” He sighed. “I’ll just go.” He went to walk out of the bathroom- why we were still in there, I had no idea- but I grabbed his wrist as he walked past me, stopping him. (A/N: Frank used “wrist-grab”! It was super effective!)

“Gee, I’m fine with it!” I said, pulling him in for a hug. I took a deep breath and mustered up all the courage I could. “I like you too.” I whispered into his hair. I could almost see his eyes widening comically even though his head was buried in my chest. He lifted his head to stare at me, looking for any sign of a lie. Finding none, he smiled at me happily. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. Our lips met and it was just… perfect. I was finally complete. It felt like the emptiness I usually felt was filled. This kiss wasn’t passionate or heated. It was reassuring, loving, a promise. It was everything. He was everything. He still is.

My Gerard.