Cries Not Heard

Gerard’s POV

Gerard walked up to the teacher who understood him the most. He didn’t compare him to other students, saying that they had problem and they still do it, you’re no exception. He knew what was going on with Gerard and did what he could to help his situation, however small it may be.

Gerard looked the teacher straight in the eyes.

“Mr. Carlile, I heard we had a project due Tuesday?” He gave a small nod in understanding.

“Yes. You, of course, can choose a different topic to draw about, if you wish. Just draw something that interests you or inspires you. You can even draw or paint a classmate.” Gerard flashed the teacher a small, soft smile before murmuring quietly so the other students couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Thank you, Austin. I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have you to lean on.” Flashing another small smile, he went back to his seat by Frank and took out his sketch pad. Twirling his pencil in his fingers, he thought of everything he could sketch. Everything his mind came up with was dark, frightening, and would probably get him reported for questionable sanity. His mind was suddenly drawn to the dark haired boy sitting next to him. He glanced at Frank from the corner of his eyes when he thought he wasn’t looking. He thought about the tattoos that litter his body, his body acting as a human canvas. Gerard wished he could get a tattoo, but his fear of needles was too great to even step through the parlor. He didn’t even have enough guts to get his ears pierced. The thought honestly depressed him. He looked over the delicate yet still masculine features of his face and thought about how great it would be to have an opportunity to draw him.

Gerard only just noticed his staring when Frank glanced at him and caught him in the act. He tore his eyes from Frank, favoring staring at the floor instead, a rather intense blush painting across his face.

He decided he would draw Frank when at lunch. It’s not as if he eats anyway. It gave him another perfect excuse as to why he’s not eating. It went hand in hand with the disgusting school lunches. He was sure Frank wouldn’t question him; after all, it was common to see kids not eating at school.

He felt his anxiety spike as he considered different ways of Frank finding out. He suddenly felt all the glares directed his way and put his head between his arms as he tried to block out the negative thoughts and emotions, but it was too much. He felt sick… physically sick. He tried to hold it in so he wouldn’t become a target, but it became too much. He quickly excused himself from the table and ran out the door and towards the abandoned bathrooms where he release the contents of his stomach.

Frank’s POV

Frank thought it was cute how Gerard was staring at him. He was even cuter when he averted his gaze and developed an intense blush. But his face was suddenly void of emotion and his leg started to bounce in a way that one only did when nervous. His face had paled drastically and he hid his face in the comfort of his arms. He then stood suddenly, muttered his apologies, and ran out. Frank didn’t know what happened. Everything was fine and suddenly Gerard had fled the class.

He was worried. No, he was beyond worried. Gerard looked like he was sick and he didn’t trust the assholes at this school. He didn’t want Gerard to get injured again because of some arrogant douche.

Shoving his things into his bag quickly he tried to act normal as he walked up to the teacher’s desk. He could hear the other students’ snickers. It pissed him off, but he kept his mask on and kept his outward appearance calm and collected, even though on the inside he was a raging storm.

“I’m going to find Gerard.” he whispered to the teacher. He gave a nod and said,

“Check the abandoned bathrooms. He always goes there for the sake of comfort and safety.” he muttered. Frank nodded and walked out of class. When the door shut behind him, he ran like hell. He had a feeling he knew where the abandoned bathroom was. Running to where he found Gerard earlier that day. By the time he got there, he was panting, out of breath. He gently opened the door and peered in, not wanting to scare Gerard. He took a few tentative steps in and heard gagging noises. His steps became more confident as he moved to the stall where the noises were the loudest. Peering in, he saw Gerard hunched over the toilet, spilling his guts.

“Oh, Gee.”

Notes

Hey, guys :) No I didn't forget this story, so sorry I didn't update. I normally update each of my stories that I'm working on once a month, and, well... I'm working on three and two others I update whenever I feel like people are actually reading them. But yeah. Expect and update once a month. Thank you all for supporting this story too :)