Wipe Away Those Tears of Blood

Frank's POV

Walking home, we realised the beauty of our world. The things and places that were once covered in gloomy memories now shined bright. Rays of happiness bursted out of those places, out of those things that we once thought to be upseting. We finally had time to appreciate those things. We didn't have to run away from the things that then had a coat of dark paint on them, we could peel away the paint and discover a beautiful world. A world full of happiness. A world full of love. We stepped through the door and bounded up the stairs, eager to watch a movie. Gee walked into the bathroom and told me to wait in his room. I sat down on his black leather spinny chair and flicked through the papers that were piled up high on his desk, looking for something what wasn't overdue homework. I stopped flicking when I found a sketch pad. Now, Gererd's an amazing artist. Like, really good. So now I was looking through the book. It's once blank pages were now filled with half-finished sketches and drawings full of raw emotion. My eyes were drawn to one particular picture. Two teenagers that looked extreamly similar to Gerard and I were standing in the rain with smiles on their faces. The teen which looked more like Gee was holding something that looked very much like a heart and was trying to give it to the kid that looked like me. The drawing had a caption: hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway. It's beautiful. Our love's beautiful. He's beautiful. Gerard finally walked out of the toilet and jumped on the bed.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked.

"Your real talented, ya know?" I told him. His drawings are amazing. He blushed and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks," he mumbled into my cheek. He's so cute! I grinned up at him.

"Crap!" I jumped up.

"What is it?!" Gee was looking worried.

"We left Mikey and Pete in the park!" I said and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Gerard looked at me weirdley and began to laugh himself.

"Oh, well. They'll get home," Gee said once we stopped laughing.

"Yeah. Let's watch a movie. How does 'The Conjuring' sound?" I asked.

"Okay. It's kinda cheesy but whatever," Gee grinned. We got blankets, popcorn and snuggled up on the sofa, forgeting about Mikey and Pete completley.

Notes

Hello! Atm im reading ASOTM. Every one who has read it told me that ill cry for days. And then i wont feel human. And only after intense therapy (ie. Reading happy fanfics and convincing yourself that none of it is real, ill begin to feel like im alive) ill stop crying over every little thing that remind me of Gerard and Frankie. Good luck to me...