Heaven Help Us

"Fuck," I mumble when we get inside my house, "Mikey's asleep." I run my fingers through my hair, sighing as I look down at Mikey curled up and sleeping on the couch.

"It's ok." Frank says, shrugging. "He would've been freaked out anyway."

I squint my eyes, placing a hand on my hip, "Really? You don't say?"

"Watch the sass." Frank spits and mocks me, squinting his eyes too. I shake my head before shooting him a look and covering Mikey with a blanket. I kiss Mikey's forehead and push his hair back, my heart aching as I look down at him.

I scowl at Frank, pushing passed him and gesturing for him to come into the kitchen. I close the kitchen door behind us softly, minimizing the sound. I let out a deep breathe and look at Frank, who is staring at me. " What? " I say and give him a look. He looks down, a hurt look on his face. But I don't feel bad, who gives a crap about people's feeling anyway?

I open the refrigerator and groan when I see that it's basically completely empty, the only things in there being, half a donut, some left over coffee, and a lot of other stuff that me and Mikey never even touch.

I take out a mug of left over coffee and turn around to see Frank leaning againist the counter staring down at his hands. What catches my eye is that he's literally glowing. I smile to myself and realize that Im probably high as fuck and none of this is really happening. None of it.

"Why are you laughing?" Frank says, breaking the long silence between us.

"Cause Im high." I giggle, sipping my coffee, "None of this is real."

He gives me an 'are kidding me?' look, "No, Gerard, you are not high so I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

"Okay then." I smile, lifting myself up onto the counter and sitting, still drinking my coffee. "Then tell me again why you're a 'fallen angel'. I don't remember."

Frank looks down and plays with his fingers, "Because...I told you already." He looks up, his voice changing to a deeper tone, making him sound like he's about to cry, "I fell in love."

"And what's so wrong with that?" I smirk, placing my coffee mug on the counter.

"Because..." He sighs, "It was with someone I wasn't supposed to be in love with. And then the fact that it was boy made it even worse."

I freeze, "A boy? Isn't like the Bible or whatever against it? Or is that some other 'myth'. You know what I mean, like being gay."

He shrugs, "Yeah, that's true." He scratches the side of his neck, refusing to make eye contact with me from across the kitchen, "To the people in Heaven, being gay is worse then killing someone. Especially if you're in love with the one you're watching over."

I tense, "Wait what?"

His eyes widen and he clamps his hand over his mouth, "Please tell me I didn't say that out loud."

"N-no," I mumble, picking my coffee back up and sipping is nervously, still not making eye contact, "Y-you said it....."

Frank puts his hands over his face, letting out a deep shaky sigh, "Gerard, Im sorry. I know this is a lot to take in and none of this makes sense but..." He looks up, his eyes red and puffy from tears, "I was made to protect you, no matter what. And I'm here to do that, I don't want you hurt. I'm going to protect you from everyone and everything."

"I don't protecting from anything except myself," I say, "Im my own biggest danger."

"And Im going to change that." He says, looking deep into my eyes. I shake my head, laughing, "I am so fucking high right now that it's not even funny."

"Gerard." He says sternly, walking over to me, "You're. Not. High."

I scoff, "Heh, prove it."

Frank looks down and blushes. I jump off the counter, pushing passed him to trudge to the dishwasher. I open it and toss my mug in. When I turn around, I bump into something. I find myself looking into Franks eyes, my hands pressed against his chest. He creases his forehead, looking me dead in the eye and giving me chills.

"I, uh..." I stutter. "I-I didn't see you...erm-"

"Dont talk." He whispers. He leans forward and kisses me quickly, catching me off guard. My eyes widen as he pulls away almost instantly, his soft lips barely brushing against mine. He turns around, and says, "Get Mikey and find a closet, they're outside and they're waiting."

I pause, "Who-who is?"

He smirks and begins to walk, "Angels. And they're ready to kill."

I nod, watching as he rushes out of the kitchen. I rush into the living room, my lips tingling as I begin to wake up Mikey.

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