I'm Okay, Trust Me

Gerard's pov
Fuck. I called him frankie. I hope he didnt notice. Oh my godm im just gonna make a snack tray. I dont carif he says hes not hungry. We all gonna eat. Oh my god my fucking grammar. Wow. Im terrible. Oh wow my thoughts are interopted by mikey.
"You like frank dont you?" I look at him dumbfounded. Ive inky known the kid for a day. Why the hell would I loke him. Whenever mikey says like he means love. He tends to beat around the bush a lot
"Ive inly known him for a day. Mikeg you can 'like', as you say, in one day."
"Gerard I see the way you stare at him. And what hapoened to your motto. Trust no one. You let the kid come over. If that doesnt mean you like him then I dont know what does." oh fuck hes right. I never trust anyone enough to invite them in the house. Like and I let him in the day I meet him. God damn it just because I trust the kid doesnt mean I like him like that. For fuck sake. I shake my head and brought the tray of crackers cheese grapes apples lemons etc to the living room. I find frank passed out on the couch. How the hell did he oass out.I put the tray down and walk toward him. The doors ooen wtf. As I get close to frank I see theres blood dripping from his head. Fuck.
"Mikey call 911. Now." I run the rest of the way to frank. I sitt on the couch, move him onto my lap and cradle him. His eyes start ti flitter ooen a little.
"frankie." he makes a noise ketting me know hes up. "mikey called the paremedics. I need you to tell me what happened." he mutters one worde before falling back into unconsciousness.

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