Mute

Frank's pov*

I beg Gee to come out. I repeat his name, hoping he opens the door. I knock a couple times, but not helping anything.
"Gee, honey, please com out!" I plead. "Honey?"
I turn the knob, the door not budging. I give the door a hard shove, but nothing happens.
"MOOOM!" I yell. "MOM, PLEASE COME UP HERE!"
This is my fault, is all I think about. All my fault.
The bedroom door flings open, Mom standing there.
"What happened?" She asks. Hmmm.. How do I tell her we were about to have sex when Gerard panicked?
"We um... Were um... Uhhh... About to... Uhhh... And he umm... Ran into the bathroom... And won't come out," I explain. She bites her lower lip.
"You didn't push him to do anything he did not want, did you?" She quirks an eyebrow.
"No, mom!" I shake my head. "I don't think I did..."
I did not push him into what I wanted... Did I?
Mom is suddenly standing beside me, knocking at the bathroom door.
"Gerard? Hun? Could you unlock the door?" Mom asks. No reply. Of course.

One hour later:

Mom and I have been trying to open the door, but with no luck. But, then, mom thinks of an idea. Pick the lock.
When we get the door open, there he is. Gerard. Only problem is, he's passed out. In the middle of the floor.
"Gee? Baby?" I kneel beside him, shaking him lightly. "Gee?"
He whimpers, quietly. He moves a little, but that is basically. Slight stirring, a little noise. That's all.
I sniffle. Mom comes in, and picks him up. She carries him into our room, and lies him on his bed. She tells me to let him rest, and he should be okay.
Then, she leaves the room. I crawl into Gee's bed, and cuddle him. My arms are snaked around his waist, and my head on his chest. I close my eyes, tired and just wanting to rest.
"Frankie...," I hear Gerard mumble. I am too tired to fully acknowledge him. I drift off to sleep, not EVER letting go of Gerard.

Notes

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