Gerard's POV

Frank's breathing slows down, but I don't think he's sleeping.
"Babe?"
I whisper softly to see if I get an answer. When nothing comes as a reply, I get up and go to the bathroom. I've always gone to my bathroom to sit and think; not sure why, it just feels comfortable to me.
I sit on the sink (Which is built into a desk-like thing, so it won't break), and let everything wash over me. I think of the worst as a default, so here comes everything bad I could possibly think of.
Why would Frank love you? You're just the lame new kid; he's probably with you to just break up with you and make you feel like shit.
My thoughts overflow my mind, and I can barely hear myself crying. I hear shuffling outside the door, and in bursts a worried Frank. His face falls, and instead of saying anything, he picks me up and carries me to my bed. He refuses to put me down, so he sits down, me still in his arms.
This has to be so uncomfortable for him...
We're in a funny position, but I don't mind. Frank has me on his lap, hugging me, telling me sweet nothings. I bury my face into his neck, and grab the back of his shirt. We sit like this for a few minutes, and my crying calms down. He leans back, and studies my face, then kisses my forehead, his lips lingering on the space.
"Tell me what's wrong,"
His voice is stern, yet caring. It takes me a minute to process my words, but I explain what happened, and how I think he's just playing with me. When I finished, he looks like he's been stabbed. My heart falls, hating to see him like this; like a sad, lost puppy that's been thrown out to the cruel outside world. He throws himself at me, and squeezes to the point of me not being able to breath.
"Sweetheart, how could you ever think that? I love you so much... I'll never leave you, even if I'm forced to. You're all I want- all I'll ever want, in fact. Gerard Arthur Way, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me,"
He kisses me with so much love, I feel like he could actually be Cupid himself. My cheeks feel wet again, and realize Frank's crying... actually, we both are. I kiss back, and it's the deepest kiss we've ever gotten into. One of his hands is tangled in my hair, while the other one is pushing against the small of my back.
"I love you, never forget that..."
I'm crying too hard to reply, so I just hug him tighter, and put my head on his shoulder. He pecks my hair with tiny kisses, and I calm down.
"C-can we, maybe, u-uh, go somewhere outs-side?"
I try my best to talk through my stressed nature, and think I've done a well job. Frank smiles down at me, and nods. We both get up, and head upstairs towards the front door.
"Mom, Frank and I are going to take a walk,"
I yell towards the kitchen, trying to sound composed, then hear my mom drop something plastic(?), followed by an
"Okay, have fun!"
We walk, heading nowhere specific, but neither of us care; as long as we're together, we're happy.

Notes

Okay so I think I have a plan to a happy ending, and a depressing one. The depressing one will have more wow factor, so to speak, whereas the happy one will be sorta bleh and boring ending.
I'll have all of you decide, considering you're the ones reading, but I will have you all keep in mind that if I go down the sadder path, chances are I'll make a sequel :) But don't worry I still have a long way to go with this one!
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