My -High School- Romance

GERARD'S POV

I watch all the trees whirring past my window as Frank drives, if you can call it that. I fear this driving more than my potentially broken ribs. Whatever...
"We're nearly there," Frank looks over at me, and I realise how unaware I've been of the scowl on my face. It's horrible- my 'default' face. Whenever I'm not happy or trying to smile I look miserable as shit.
"Ok"
Where is he taking me?
"Frank where the actual fuck are we?"
He smiles. "You'll see."
He keeps saying that. Jesus fucking Christ, Frank, can't you just tell me? I smile. "Alright Frank." Not. Fucking. Alright. I hurt all over and I feel like my body is trying to reject my lungs and stomach. The world around me spirals and I find myself closing my eyes and lying back in my seat.
*****
It's dark. Wow, so dark. Where the fuck am I? Oh, right: With Frank.
"Frank? Where are we?"
I feel his lips press against my neck, his hands around me. "Somewhere nice." He turns on the headlights and I can see all around me now: We're in a field, surrounded by grasses and the stars above my head. Romantic.
"It's... Beautiful." I say, cupping his head in my hands so that it falls onto mt chest.
Frank lies there for a second. "Hey, Gee?" He asks, looking up into my eyes. "You're so- Perfect."
"I know, you say that a lot." It does kind of lose effect when he tells me it every day, I guess.
"But Gerard, I HAVE to tell you. You never believe me." He sighs. "You can't love yourself so how can you expect yourself to love another person?"
He touches my collar bone with the back of his hands, as I cradle him in my arms. "Because you love ME. That's the reassurance I need."
He climbs over me and sits next to me, his leg across my lap. "Gerard- I really like you."
I knod. "You too."
He touches my shoulders, reaching down to my hips, where he grabs at my bloody shirt. I feel his warmth spread down my body, my bruises exposed to the air around me. Frank smiles and kisses my neck, as if trying to claim me as his.
"Frank--" I moan under my breath, reaching around him and putting my hands in his back pockets as we take up the confined space in his car. "I fucking love you."
He giggles, his breath on my stomach. "You said."
I shake my head. "This isn't just some default love, Frank. I want you."
"Gerard, I'm all yours."
I smile. This is Frank.
Frank Iero.
The same Frank Iero who defended me.
Who looked after me.
Who loves me.
And he's mine.
My Frank.
"Okay." I sigh as he falls against my chest. I smile.
"Gerard?" He asks, looking up at me.
I turn. "Yeah?"
Seriously, Frank. I don't want to talk, we've already established we love eachother, so can we just get back to-
He brushes his lips against my mouth, his eyes flickering open. "Happy Valentines Day."
Woah woah woah, what?
I draw back, looking at the present in his hand. It's wrapped up in brown paper -but mostly tangled string and unnecessary amounts of tape. It has a red rose on the top, taped on the side, with a little note tied on.
"You forgot?"
Wow, obviously I don't have as much of a poker-face as I thought I did.
I knod. I never really had a date for Valentines day since I was about fourteen, and that was a... Mistake. Girls don't really work for me I guess. Haha: Wonder why. "I don't really..." Wow, I guess I'm real articulate today? "I'm sorry - do you hate me? For forgetting?"
"What?!" Frank raises an eyebrow and smirks. "No! Just take it."
I hold the present in my hands. It's a box, about four inches long, two or three wide. I shake it, holding it up to my ear. Oh my god. He didn't- I smile. "Frank, is this what I think it is?"
He shrugs, a smile on his face. "Just open it."
I scratch away at the tape like a hungry animal, peeling off the wrapping.
Yes.
I hold the mixtape in my hand, smiling. "Thank you, Frank. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before." I put it in the tape player and drum my fingers on it impatiently.
'Hey Gerard, I hope you like this tape... It's just a mix of songs that reminded me of you.'
Frank's voice sounds shaky when recorded, almost embarassed. He has a little blush on his cheeks -oh my god this is so fucking cute.
'I'm really too embarrased to say this in person, so before the songs come on, I want you to know... Um... I really love you, Gee. I really wanna make love to you, and I just... I really love you. Sorry for the soppy romance stuff, I'm a hopeless romantic. Anyways... Enjoy I guess.'
A slow song I've never heard before starts playing, filling my ears. It's beautiful.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."
"Hey, it's fine. I'm sorry I didn't get you anything good!" He forces a laugh.
"I love it, Frank."
"Okay." He sighs with relief. "Gerard, there is one thing you could give me."
I knod. "Yeah?"
"Could you dance with me?"
WHAT.
"I... I don't dance..." I say, smiling.
"Ooh, come on, neither do I!" He tugs at my arm impatiently. "Come on."
"Um, Okay-"
Frank hands me my shirt and I pull it on, as I feel the coldness of the field surround me. Frank turns up the music so we can hear it from outside, putting one hand on my waist, the other on my shoulder. "Take it slow, okay?"
I knod. I have never danced before, especially not slowly. What if I fuck up? Oh my god no-
Frank adjusts the rose in his mouth, holding it with his teeth, a comical smile on his face.
"Aha, okay Frank..." I put my hands on his shoulders and lean with my chest against his, letting him lead me in time to the music.
Giggling, I sway, stepping to the right. "I really love you, Frank."
He spits out the rose on the floor next to him and laughs. "Yeah, you too Gee."
I laugh, letting the music surround me, Frank arms around me.

Notes

cuuuuuuuuuties

sorry this is just so cute

I have another one coming dw :)

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