Would You Still Care?

I woke up to soft kisses on my black eye, and a sad looking Gerard. I looked into his beautiful eyes, faking a smile. Gerard pulled me closer to him, crushing me to his chest and dwindling my air supply.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there yesterday, it's all my fault. I should have stopped them. Everything is my fault." Gerard mumbled into the crook of my neck.
"Don't say that!" I whisperyelled whilst rubbing his back in what I hope is a calming manner. "It's my own fault I've the damn black eye. It's my own fault I'm called a faggot everyday. It's my own goddamn fault my mom left and my dad stopped caring and started drinking." The only thing you're at fault for is being so goddamn cute. Turns out, I said that part out loud.
"My god, Frankie! You're mom leaving had nothing to do with you, who could leave someone as lovable as you by choice. You've that big, dumb grin, that could send anyone groveling at your feet, begging for your attention. Those big hazel orbs that hold your soul, pulling me in. A personality that begs for love and affection." He looks at me, a smile gracing his lips. "You're the cute one here, not me." Tears pricked my eyes, eventually finding their way onto my cheeks. Nobody has ever said something that made me feel okay about myself. I'm used to faggot, worthless, and ugly. It feels good to know that to someone, I'm not.
"Thank you, that means more than you could imagine." I sighed, a tear rolling down my cheek. Gerard wiped away the tear with his thumb, sliding his hands through my greasy hair, and pressing his lips against mine.
I closed my eyes, fireworks exploding behind the eyelids. I slowly started moving my lips against his, my heart pumping fast. My mind is going a hundred miles an hour, and the rest of me is having a hard time catching up. Is this really happening? What if I'm just dreaming? If I'm dreaming, this would have turned into a night terror already. Gerard pulls away, tugging on my lip ring. He smiles sheepishly, and begins to speak.
"Frank...ah...I love you." He blushed. My heart rate cuttimed, accelerating so fast I thought it was going to explode. Love? I can't even remember the last time I heard that directed towards me. "Will you...go...out with me?" Smiling, I pulled him closer to me, crushing out lips together. Gerard's tongue moved across my lips begging for permission, I granted, a soft moan escaping. My hands found their way under his shirt, my palm flattened over his chest. Gerard's heart was beating nearly as fast as my own, causing me to grin into the kiss. I pulled away, catching my breath and resting my forehead on his.
"Yes." I breathed. Gerard smiled, a look of relief on his face. Gerard grabbed my hand, intwining our fingers and pulled us out of bed, bringing us into the bathroom.
"Sit" He said, motioning to the toilet. I sat down, just as he started looking for something in the medicine cabinet. "Does your eye hurt?" It was just a dull throb, I've handled worse.
"No, I think I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I can make it."
"Good, now close your eyes." Gerard said, holding something in his hand.
"Why? You gonna kiss it better?" I asked, grin on my face.
"Yes, now close your eyes, you fricken nerd." I closed my eyes and felt something wet on my eye, and it definitely wasn't his lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh...you'll see." When he finished smearing the questionable substance on my face, he kissed my eye. "Tada, all better!"
"What did you do?" He gestured to the mirror and smiled. My eye looked almost back to normal... "Makeup? Why do you have makeup?"
"You never know when you're going to need it, well that, and I used to dress in drag. Nobody would beat up a girl, so I became one for a school year. Long story short, one of the stoners found out and told the whole school. You wouldn't believe the beating I received, Mikey had to take care of my sorry ass." Gerard laughed, recalling an old memory. I laughed with him, imagining him wearing a tartan skirt and heels.
"I just imagined you in a skirt, and god, sex on legs."
"Shut up." Gerard spoke looking down at his feet, blushing.
"Nope." I responded, glimmer hope in my eyes. "You gotta kiss me first."
"Getting brave, are we?" I nodded. "You have to earn it, now get dressed for school. I've some ass to kick." He said leaving the room. Ass to kick?
I walked into my room, grabbing the cleanest smelling clothes I could find and pulled them on. I ran my hand through my hair a few times, smudged on some eyeliner, and called it good. As good as it's going to get anyway. To the kitchen, I thought as I made my way. Gerard's coffee was on the counter and ripe for the taking... I stole it, taking a sip, when he walked in.
"Hey, that's mine!" He yelled, eyes going wide as he watched me drink the precious liquid.
"Not anymore..." I smirked.
"You're an asshole." Gerard muttered, grabbing the cup out of my hands and drinking the last of it.
"It's Mr. Asshole to you."
"Just shut up and get in the car." He said, pointing me towards the door. I obeyed, sitting shotgun and looking at our little cemetery. I've grown used to it by now and found it kind of charming and mystical, in a morbid way. There's something about death that's just so beautiful and alluring. My thoughts were disrupted by Gee getting in and taking off. Hell, here we come.

Notes

sorry about the wait