Would You Still Care?

"Ugh..." I groaned, looking up at Gerard's guest bedroom ceiling, which I guess I could now call my own. My ribs ached, I still had bruises all over my face, and enough emotional scars to last a lifetime. I still feel worthless, even with Gerard telling me how much he cares about me and taking me in. I feel like even though Gerard's house is more so disguised as a church, my dad will find me. This time, finishing the job he started. I shook the thought out of my head. He probably thinks I'm dead or ran away anyway, not like he'd give a shit. Nobody gives a shit. 'If you died the preacher wouldn't even show up.' Dads words rang out in my head like metal crashing to a concrete floor. No. Gerard would care. What if he's just trying to mess with me? What if he is only being nice to me so he can take it all away and really hurt me? He wouldn't do that. I thought shaking my head. The phone Gerard got for me starting ringing, knowing it was him, I picked it up.
"Hello." I gritted out.
"How are you feeling, because if you need me I can just ditch." Gerard asked sounding worried, which seemed to be the usual now.
"I feel just peachy, in fact I could run a fucking marathon." I said, sass coming off me in waves. He sighed on the other end, obviously shaking his head.
"So is that a yes come and tend to me, or a fuck off, get your education?" I smiled, I hate it when he sassed me back. I sighed into the phone.
"Ugh...you can educate, I'll just stay here and become the ultimate titbaby. Not that I'm allowed out of bed anyway..." I trailed off, hoping he'd catch that I'd rather walk around than listen to doctors orders.
"You were always a titbaby. Also, get out of that bed and I will duct tape you to it. Got it?" He said, giggling at the end.
"Ugh..."
"I know, but hey, I can tend to your sore butt when I get home. I might even carry you to the sofa so you can watch television. So, I'll see you in two hours, bells about to ring. Bye titbaby." He hung up, chuckling. I'll show him a titbaby. I swear, if he wasn't my best friend, I'd smack him. I might anyway.
I ended up drifting off to sleep out of sheer boredom, only to be woken up by scratching. It sounded like it was coming from the bathroom, which was far from my bed.
Looking at the clock next to my bed, I noticed the time, realizing Gerard should be home. I put the scratching off as Gerard doing something in the bathroom. When in doubt, I'll just blame all of the dead next door. I attempted to shift positions, and ended up regretting that terribly. My pain killers defiantly wore off. Holy shit, ah, nope.
"Gerard?" I asked the open air, hoping he was actually home. I could hear the shuffling of feet as he walked into the room.
"I was wondering, when you were going to wake up." Gerard said, smiling. What is he so happy about? "Need pain killers?" He asked. I shook my head, and he grabbed two, handing them over. I muttered a 'thank you', and swallowed them dry. I had to get used to it living with my dad, so this was nothing. I'm so happy that I'm away from that man, secretly I'm still terrified he's gonna find me.
If he did, he'd kill me for sure. I don't know about Gerard, but I'm sure that asshat would hurt him too.
"Gee? Can you drag me to the living room, like you said?" I asked, surprising myself and Gerard with a nickname. Hmm...I like it. He shook his head, blushing slightly at the nickname.
Once I was settled as comfortable as I would get on the couch, Gerard handed me the remote and sat on the chair across from me. Screw television, I could just watch Gerard the whole day. The way he giggled, showing his tiny teeth, was infectious. His almost obsessive need for coffee and cigarettes, made him my aesthetic. His hazel eyes sparkled like hot apple cider, on a cold day. He was beautiful.
"Hey, Frank? Whatcha looking at?" Gerard asked, and I blushed knowing very well I'd been caught staring. I can't very well say 'You', I have to think of something. Fuck it.
"You." I said, mentally kicking myself. Gerard gave me a heart melting look, sending shivers down my spine. He moved off of the chair and closer to me, kneeling.
"Why?" He almost whispered, seemingly clueless as to why anyone would.
"You're beautiful." I sighed, looking deep into his hazel eyes, searching for something. He leant down, brushing his lips against my own. I pulled him down on my lips, my injuries soon forgotten.

Notes

Sorry, this is mostly a filler, I had a brain jam...You know how well those go...