You know whats weird? The sun shines every now and then over this gloomy landscape in America of which the boarding school is held at. Ever since Gerard said yes to staying at the school three months ago, the sun comes out to say hi. Almost like his face attracts it. Frank could see why though, it is a pretty face. If he were the sun, he'd do the same.
They sat on green crisp grass that was near the lake. Frank was playing the new guitar Maria had gotten him after his old one got left outside by mistake three months ago. Gerard listened happily while staring off at the lake, his mind getting lost in the process until it came upon something he tried to forget. Guilt rushed over him, making him frown deeply and Frank took sight of it. He quit playing, grabbing the redheads attention. "Whats wrong, Gee?" He asked, his eyebrows drawn together. Gerard gets like this from time to time. He'll be perfectly happy or content, then suddenly his mind will enter dangerous territory, and that territory is his brother.
"Thinking about Mikey" He stated simply. Frank nodded then stared at the ground. He knew all about Mieky. How great of a little brother he is, the stories Gerard told of him could go on for days. Franks least favorite story of the boy he had never met though, was the one where he was falsely convicted of murder then sentenced to a life in some time period where there was no way he could survive past a week. That's how their government justified their actions, 'Oh well, we didn't kill him though'. Well they might as well have. It made Frank sick, but not as sick as Gerard. Gerard was supposed to save him, wasn't he? He was the big brother and Mikey was his responsibility, and now there's no way he could save his brother who he assumed was dead by now. That was the whole point, the reason why Gerard broke the law and traveled back in time, it was all for Mikey.
"Its not your fault" Frank interrupted Gerard's gloomy thoughts."Its my fault that I couldn't save him" He responded. The other boy shook his head, setting the guitar down next to him. "No, keep playing" Gerard insisted. He knows he admitted to Frank numerous times that he loves Franks songs and voice, but that still doesn't stop a grin from forming on the other boys lips or from asking the same question he always asks. "Why?" It was obvious why though. Because you're amazing "Because your songs are pleasant and make me forget" Gerard said, batting an eyelash. Frank still wasn't sure what to think of Gerard yet. He was confused by the redhead constantly to say the least. It would be small things like words that Frank had never heard of or terms that are ahead of his time. Or how Gerard shows affection. What Gerard considers a friendly gesture, Frank see's as a romantic one. There's just a way the redhead walks, the way he talks, the way he holds himself. Its far beyond Frank and the rest of the people who live in the boarding school.
Frank didn't ask anymore questions, instead he picked the guitar back up and played a tune he called Helena, well actually its what Gerard calls it. Gerard came up with the name.
It wasn't hard. Getting lost in thought again that is. Except Frank was what occupied the redheads thoughts this time. Gerard stared at him shamelessly, something he did often but no one thought much of it. Sometimes he'll see Maria noticing him staring from the corner of his eye, but she simply grins and walks away. He wonders if she can read his mind but he was sure that if she could she would have fussed at him for inappropriate thoughts.
She often calls them Kindred Spirits. Its something Gerard had never heard of before, and he didn't have Google to look it up on. So he generally ignores her, but one day he might ask her just what Kindred Spirits are. But until then he's just going to assume its two people who were meant to meet, not matter what it is that stands in their way. Because that's just what him and Frank are. It just is. There's no question in Gerards mind that this was meant to happen.
He frowned.
What about Mikey? Sure if he had not broken the bracelet he wouldn't have met Frank. But he wouldn't have a dead brother in return either. Its not like Frank would have died.
Gerard felt a hand grip onto his own hand, making him look up from the ground where he had been staring after the thought of Mikey appeared.
"You're thinking again" Frank stated and the redhead nodded because he knew it was true. "Didn't you say my song make you forget?" Frank asked even though it sounded more rhetorical. Gerard took it as rhetorical and gave a small, sad, smile before pressing his lips to the knuckles on the back of Franks hand.
Its probably just another weird gesture that's considered friendly in Gerards world.
Frank blushed nevertheless.

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The clothing Maria gave to Gerard was bland and had no character. He hated it. She gave him five white Tshirts, two pairs of tight black jeans but only because he requested they be tight, ten pairs of socks/briefs, and a thick black coat that much resembled one of those fancy pea coats the rich wear. But here in this time period it was more like what the everyday person wore. Gerard found the lack of color gross and threw a fit when Maria took his regular clothing away, saying he would stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe he wanted to be sore thumb, sore thumbs looked color. His hair was what she fussed about the most though because of its obvious unnatural color that she didn't know how to change. He knew how to change the color back to its natural state, he could even do it right here and right now, but he chose not to just to spite the woman.
But that was months ago. Right now, Gerard is showing Frank how to play the piano in the massive dinning room. Yes he knew how to play the piano, one of the only instruments he could actually get a handle on. When he wasn't learning how to shoot a gun, or making new illegal beads for bracelets, he was playing beautiful balled's by his lonesome in one of the top floor rooms of the mansion his father owns. The room had a nice view of the city, bright lights galore. But here in this massive boarding school that looked as though it would fall apart any moment, he had the best view he could ask for. A frustrated Frank, slamming his hands on the keys.
"Go easy, its an old piano" Mario called from the back of the room. Like everything else in this building. Gerard thought. Frank sighed then deadpanned to Gerard. "This thing is useless" Frank said. Gerard just laughed then pulled the boys hands from the keys, which were placed wrongly on the keys might I add, and held them. Those hands looked tired, and Gerard had no doubt they were. Frank had been trying to play with both hands for days now, but to no avail. "Left hand here" Gerard said for what felt like the millionth time, then placed Franks left hand on the keys, the thumb landing on middle C. "Figure out where the right hand goes" Was what the redhead instructed, but only got a grunt of frustration in return from the other. With a sign Gerard said "Two keys down from the left hand"
Frank did so, stretching his tired fingers. "Maybe we should continue tomorrow" Gerard suggested and took the boys hands back into his own. They felt cold in his warm hands so he rubbed lightly in a soothing motion to which relaxed Frank deeply. But didn't stop Frank from shaking his head. "No. The faster I learn it the better" He stated indefinitely. Gerard glanced at the clock, noted what time it was. "Its late and the kids will be in here very soon" The redhead stated. Frank sighed but didn't argue any further and went to go grab a chair from the dinning table.
Normally Gerard would watch from the piano bench, Maria joining him half way through whatever story Frank came up with that night. This time though, Maria sat next to him before the children even showed, but it wasn't long before the little ones were shuffling in.
Maria pulled the keyboard cover over the keys, then faced the circle of kids. Frank was just starting his story when Maria spoke in a low voice, mindful not to grab the attention of little ears. "Where did you go yesterday?" She asked the redhead. "New York" He responded in a bland manner, Like it wasn't a big deal. "You can't just leave for a day like that, Gerard" She scolded. Oh great, now she was mothering him like she did to Frank. "Well I'm not staying here forever. I have to find what I need to fix the bracelet eventually." He said firmly. He wouldn't let her tell him what to do, or intimidate him. Her glare though said otherwise. "Have you considered the fact you might be staying in this time period forever?" There she goes again. The whole 'We don't have those resources and you're not going to fix that bracelet so just get over it' speech. "I don't want to hear it" He stated, then turned away from her to show he was done talking.
She didn't press any further and instead turned her focus on the story. Gerard would have done the same, except now he couldn't stop thinking. What if he never will get out of here? He supposed it couldn't be too bad.. He did enjoy Franks company much more than his boyfriend Andy's. If he were to stay here, should he start something with Frank? It might work. No it definitely would work. Gerard didn't want to accept it though.. But if he went home, what would be waiting for him? The pigs probably.

A sudden choir of screams echoed in the room, bringing Gerard back to the present time. It was the kids, screaming and holding onto pillows, stuffed animals, or each other. Ahh, Frank was telling a horror story. Those were Gerards favorites.

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