Would You Still Care?

"Here we are, home sweet home!" He exclaimed, standing in front of an old abandoned church. There was a small grave yard next to it, which made it even creepier. The church looked so run down, as if it could cave in at any moment. "You know, for prayer house, they sure let this run to shit. Damn Catholics, just abandon a place, leaving it to rot away...Which is why I bought the place."
"You bought an abandoned church? Please tell me, you are kidding?" I stated with disbelief. He looked at me and gave me a crooked smirk, his eyes sparkling.
"Sorry Frank, not kidding. You wouldn't believe the deal I got for the place!" He seemed excited now, which is the opposite of earlier. Hazel eyes started tugging me towards the church's entrance. I dragged my feet on the ground unsure about this. I barely knew the guy, hell I've been calling him hazel eyes, I didn't know the guy. He could be a fucking mass murderer. I shook the idea from my head, he couldn't be.
"Is it even safe? Couldn't it collapse on us?" I questioned his sanity at the moment, it had to be abandoned for a reason.
"They wouldn't have let me buy it if it wasn't. Besides, I fixed the place up, may not look it on the outside, but it's what's on the inside that counts!" He chuckled, tugging me through the door. I was in awe, the outside may not have looked all that pleasant, but hell, this was almost as gorgeous as hazel eyes himself. The door I just walked through opened up into the living room, from the living room appeared to be a kitchen. There was also a hallway off of the living room which I'm guessing lead to his bedroom. The stained glass windows offered beautiful rays of color that shown down upon his white couch.
"This place is gorgeous! How'd you find it?" He smiled and shook his head.
"Thank you, but that's a story for another time..." His voice was saddened, by what I was dying to find out, but not enough to outright ask. Changing the subject he asked, "You hungry? Thirsty?" I got very little at home, so just by the mention of food my stomach spoke for me. He laughed, walking off into the kitchen. I guess he took that as a yes.
When he came back I was sitting on the couch bathing in the colored light. "I, uh, didn't know you liked, so I figured grilled cheese was a safe bet. He mumbled and handed me the plate. I said my thank you and scarfed down the food. I set the plate down on the coffee table, and turned to hazel eyes. Having a few questions in mind, I began.
"Not to be rude or anything... but seeing as you know my name and I don't know yours..." I trailed of hoping he would catch what I was throwing.
"Oh, shit, I didn't realize! It's Gerard. Sorry, sometimes I forget, that to most, introductions are important." He ran his hand threw his hair, blushing slightly.
"It's okay, I've just been calling you hazel eyes in my head the whole day." I spoke, blushing after I realized what just came out of my mouth.
"Hazel eyes?" He questioned, crooked grin spreading across his lips. I decided on ignoring him and asking my next question.
"So...uh...why did you help me out of the locker earlier today. If Trent had caught you helping me, he would have beaten the crap out of both of us."
"You asked for help, so I helped. I would have wanted someone to do the same to me or my little brother." He said looking down, trying to hide the pain in his eyes. It was too late for him, I could hear it in his voice. Pain has a funny way of doing that. He looked up at me, tears welling in his eyes. I pulled him into a hug, attempting to do for him what he did for me earlier. I didn't say anything, sometimes silence is violent, other times it's useful. Right now, however, I didn't have the words. After the few minutes it took him to calm down, he pulled out of my grip.
"I'm sorry for breaking down like that." Gerard sniffled, wiping away the tears on his cheeks. "It's just been a stressful day. Week. Life. You know how it goes, one thing spirals into another, like the domino effect, just to fuck with you." I nodded in agreement, boy did I know. "So, before my mental breakdown, what else did you want to know about me?" Gerard asked, switching topics.
Gerard and I ended up chatting a while after that, when I noticed the time. It was way past my curfew, my dad is going to kill me! I was supposed to be home three hours ago at 7:00, he is going to beat me to a pulp! No use in going home now, but if I don't show I'll get my ass beat tomorrow. I stood up suddenly, catching Gerard off guard.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned at my sudden movement.
"I have to go!" I stated frantically.
"Why? If you want, you can stay the night, I've two bedrooms." Gerard seemed reluctant to let me leave, hell, I was reluctant to leave. What the hell, I'd be postponing my drunken dad's needless beatings one more day at least. I sat back down, Gerard looked at me and smiled. "Thank you, I can't stand being here alone."
"Alone? You live by yourself? Are you even legal?" I questioned. He sucked in a breath.
"Not exactly..." He looked to the clock and turned to me. "We have school tomorrow and it's getting late, you want to head to bed?" I shook my head and he walked me to his spare bedroom. "If you need something, anything at all, my bedroom is down the hall. Push me off the bed, I won't wake up otherwise. There should be some pajamas in the top drawer of the dresser, might be too big on you but should do. Good night, Frank." Gerard said yawning and walking off towards his room.
I walked to the dresser and threw on a pair of flannel pj bottoms, and hopped into the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.

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