The Poets Screamed For Us

After Gerard had fully settled in, and Frank had a super good nap, like the kind where you wake up to only have one sock on, they ordered a cheese pizza and decided to sit down to a movie.
“So what kind of movies do you like?” Frank asked Gerard, while his mouth was full.
“Well, I really like horror.” He said, while silently cursing himself for checking Frank out without him knowing.
“Dude, that’s perfect. Horror is probably the raddest kind of movie out there. I love it so much man..” While Frank went on and on about horror movies, Gerard just silently admired the way his eyes would light up whenever he talked about things he loved. Frank would get really into his words, and he would move his tattooed hands around while talking. Gerard knew he was basically fucked when it came to liking Frank, because he knew that if he stayed around longer, he would fall in love with him, and that would probably be the worst thing he could ever do.
He knew his lung cancer was soon going to start to kill him. It was already beginning. Just the other day, he woke up and his chest felt like someone was sitting on him, and that’s why he went to the doctor in the first place.
“So do you wanna watch Night of the Living Dead?” Frank’s voice broke into Gerard’s thoughts, not that he had any problem with it.
“Sure.” Gerard and Frank made their way over to the small leather couch. Gerard sat down while Frank put the movie in.
Halfway through the movie, Frank fell asleep on Gerard’s shoulder. He smiled at the man’s sweet face. He didn’t want to disturb him or wake him up, so he just made himself comfortable and he fell asleep too.

It was soon ruined when Gerard woke up to a terrible pain in his chest. He stood up and Frank fell off of his shoulder. Gerard went into a terrible coughing fit and Frank woke up.
“Oh shit, Gerard are you okay?” He rushed over to Gerard, who had his hands on his knees, and he was hunched over coughing his lungs out. Frank started patting his back, to try and help him get it all out.
When Gerard finally stopped, he stood back up and faced Frank. “Dude that was intense.” Frank said, because he was actually really confused as to what was wrong with him. Then Frank noticed the blood on the side of Gerard’s mouth.
“Um, Gerard, you have blood on your mouth. Did you like, cough up blood?”
Gerard reached his hand up and touched the blood, then looked at it on his finger. He knew what it was from, but he didn’t want to address it.
“Nah, I don’t think so. I probably just scratched myself in my sleep.” He said, hoping Frank would buy the unlikely story.
“Are you sure? Because we can totally make you a doctor’s appointment.” Frank was uneasy about the whole situation.
“I’m fine, Frank.” He said, maybe a bit too sternly. Then the taller boy walked off down the hall to his room. Frank frowned to himself. Obviously something was wrong with Gerard, and he wanted to help. He thought to himself ‘oh crap, what if he has like cancer or something?’ then he shrugged it off, because he thought Gerard would tell him if that were the case. But in his little heart, he knew something was up, and he was going to find out what it was.
He flicked the tv off, and walked to his room. It was 5:30 already and he knew the sun would be rising soon, so he decided against trying to go back to sleep.
He sat on his bed and pulled out his phone. He was a little bit curious about what types of things coughing up blood could mean, so he looked it up.
One article he read said that it was one of the symptoms of lung cancer. He read on about the other symptoms, and decided that he was going to keep an eye on the boy, to make sure he would be okay.
The thought of Gerard having cancer kind of scared Frank. He had only known Gerard for a few days, but there was just something about him that made him want to fall deeply in love with the boy. Gerard had a calm, and expressional face. His eyes were louder than bombs and he wanted to stare into them for the rest of his life. His black hair always stuck out in different directions, but it always managed to make him look even better, and when he spoke, his high voice made Frank want to just lay in a field full of those singing flowers from Alice in Wonderland, but they only had Gerard’s voice.
Frank knew he was going to fall deeply and madly in love with Gerard, and honestly nothing made him happier.

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