Sickness

“Hey kid, wake up” I heard a faint voice say followed by a tap on my shoulder, I stirred on the uncomfortable thing I slept last night, I can’t remember my dorms bed being this stiff, slowly opening my eyes I take a glance of my surroundings and realise this is not my dorm.
“Coffee?” I heard someone say from behind me, I quickly sat up and looked around the quick motion making my head almost exploding making me grunt, bringing a hand to my temple I squeezed the side of my temple and closed my eyes shut together.
“Woah are you okay?” he said again, I nodded and opened my eyes to see those two beautiful hazel eyes that I dreamt about all night staring back at me, everything finally came back to me the jock, the rain, the car ride and Frankie. Oh Frankie the handsome man I met on the road and offered to give me a lift and help me out. The man who’s eyes refused to leave my sight in my dreams.
“You don’t look okay to me kid” he said again as he walked back into the living room with two mugs in his hands, he gave me one and held his against his chest as he sat down next to me on the couch.
I brought the mug up to my nose and tried to inhale the scent of caffeine only to find both my nostrils blocked, well fuck this shit no wonder I have a raging head ache, my nose is blocked I feel fucking weak and confused good job Gerard you got yourself a fucking cold.
“So, do you remember the name of the school?” Frank asked, I am honestly not really a morning person, I hate talking in the morning and knowing that yesterday I walked for miles my feet are still fucking sore from it, then again I didn’t bother to take them off and change cause yeah Gerard Way is not lazy at all- see the hint of sarcasm there?.
I shook my head at him and sipped a little bit of coffee, feeling the liquid burn my mouth and throat he hummed lightly and drank a bit from his own mug. We quietly drank coffee, I battling with myself not to stare at the beauty that is sitting down next to me I could feel myself getting light headed, my head hasn’t topped aching and my blocked nose isn’t helping either I seriously need some aspirins right now.
“Frank, do you have any aspirins or something? I don’t feel so well” I said looking at him, he smiled and nodded placing the mug on the coffee table, getting up and going down the hallway, returning back with a bottle of aspirins in his hand, he gave me it and sat right back down, “Thought so, you’re paler then a ghost” he said as he took the mug in his hands again.
I took the pills and swallowed them with the last bit of coffee left in my mug, I frowned down at the emptiness damn that was good coffee. Frank took both mugs into the kitchen, I looked around the room and saw my satchel resting against the couch next to my leg, my heart beating fast, I need to check the paintings, I’m so fucking scared of them being ruined snatching it I opened it and took my drawings out of it, my heart dropped as I felt them soaking wet, pulling them completely out they were indeed soaked, there goes everything I worked hard on for the past several months, I unfolded each paper and placed them on the small coffee table, glaring down at what was meant to be figures of people and Billie only for it to just a mass of colours faded and added together, damn this fucking sucks all of them are fucked and the most precious one was nothing but a mess.
I rested my elbows on my lap as I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, I didn’t notice Frank was back until I heard him clear hit throat next to me, I looked up at I can tell from how his face fell when he looked at me that I looked upset, of course I’m upset! I can’t believe this everything is ruined, the little things I had left to remind me of Billie was gone there is nothing left to remind me of him except the memories will carry on throughout the months and as time passes he will eventually find someone else and his memories of me will fade too, he’ll look back at say “I used to date a loser back when I was in high school, I forgot his name” and then I’ll know I’ll still be on my own, and I know that by the time I reach a certain age death will call my name and I will accept it with open arms, I cannot bear to live on my own, everyone fucking hates me.
“Hey, Hey what’s up?” I hear Frank said as I was brought back to reality to find him scoot closer to me and his arms around my shoulders, I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt a tear slide down my lips leaving a taste of saltiness in my mouth, I look away from him and back at what used to be drawings, I felt more tears escape my eyes as I broke into a fit of sobbing, my head in my heads as I cried all the pain and grief away, everything that has happened in these few weeks has taking a huge toll in my life, and here I am now crying pathetically in the arms of a stranger who picked me up from the road.
“There There” he patted me on my back as he pulled me into a hug, as my crying slowed down I felt a wave of relief escaping me as if a rock was finally pulled out of my chest, and honestly being hugged against him made me feel at peace with myself, I can hear his heartbeat which is calming me down and so is his hand on my back as it gently runs up and down my spine, which I am sure if this was any other moment that would have not calmed me but stirred something up.
“Thank you” I whispered as I pulled away from him, hiding my face behind my hair, “It’s nothing kid, is there something bothering you?” he asked his voice so soft and full of sincerity, I shrugged as I grabbed all the papers and gathered them into one stack “It’s been a rough month ya know?” I said I don’t want to pin my pathetic life on this stranger so that will be enough to fill him in with details, as I was about to place my stuff back into the satchel his hand made its way on mine stopping it, I looked up at him, his face was so soft, and so mesmerizing;
“I’m here if you need to talk kid” he said, his hand still on mine, I smiled lightly and nodded “Thanks I appreciate it, now it’s best I find out which school I was in” I said, he shook his head “You seem sick and your hands are burning up, you’re not going anywhere until you’re completely healthy, yesterday when I found you, you weren’t in the best shape” he said standing up and taking the stack of papers away from my hands and placing them on the coffee table, of course I wasn’t in my best shape I walked for hours, in the rain in the fucking cold after a whole day of a fucked school, then again he didn’t know right?
“It’s okay Frank, I should go though, I shouldn’t bother you, you have your life” I said as I insisted and grabbed my papers again, he shook his head and chuckled “A Life? It will let me sleep easily knowing that you’re safe and healthy rather than out there on your own and you’re not bothering me if you were I wouldn’t have picked you up in the first place kid, now if I was you I’d get off your little ass and go take a shower maybe that will make you feel better, than you can go into the bedroom I’ll try and find something to fit you and leave it there for you to change”.
“You really shouldn-“
“Gerard, like I said you’re not bothering me it’s okay just go, use whatever you want in the bathroom, school will eventually wait” he said, taking my hands and pulling me up to my feet, after all the school won’t notice the little faggot is missing right? Maybe this is a new start? Maybe it’s a sign for me to make something out of it? I nodded at Frank and he smiled showing his little teeth, almost making my knees give up on me, I quickly tried my best to go inside the bathroom and locked the door behind me
Damn you Frank why’d you have to be so gorgeous?

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