Save me from this hospital bed

Gerard's P.O.V True to his word, Brian had set everything up. Two security guards followed me wherever I went. A mini stage with a signing tent on was set up. And he'd even set up barricades. I sat on the stage and looked out at the cameras. I leaned my elbows on the table and leaned forward a little towards the mic. "Good afternoon, everyone." I started. "My name is Gerard Way. I am lead vocalist for Gerard Way and The Hormones. Today I am open for questions. So whatever you want to know, just ask now." I pointed to a dark haired girl. "What's your question, honey?" She smiled. "How did you get your injuries?" She asked. I grinned. "Car accident." A few gasps ranging out. "I kinda got distracted. My mind was elsewhere. Needless to say that I didn't see the other car. The other drivers fine. My car's totalled. I banged my leg, got whiplash, a cut on my forehead and a broken wrist. I was pretty lucky all in all." "I'm glad your okay." The girl said, blushing. "Thanks." I pointed to a blond kid. "What would you like to ask?" The boy coughed. "Yeah...err...I'd like to ask who that boy was you were with yesterday?" I sighed. I knew this was going to happen. It's what you expect when your a celebrity. Damn it. "I'm not revealing names." I said. "But he's a new friend. We met at my concert. I helped him when he had a incident. We made friends." "But you seemed really...cosy. Like you were on a date." I frowned. "A date?" I sighed. "That wouldn't be legal seem as he's not quite eighteen. I set this interview up on the understanding that my friend is left out of this." "But your dating an underage kid?" I sat back. Keep your cool. You can do this. "I am not dating anyone." I pointed out. "Not even the kid from yesterday. In all honesty, I do like him. But I don't intend dating him until it's legal. But who or when I date, is entirely my decision. I would appreciate it if you didn't print anything about my friend. He doesn't need the hassle. Now can we please change the subject?" The kid didn't give in. "I know the kid from school." He stated. "His names Frank Iero. I believe he's eighteen next month. Gets picked on a lot." I looked at Brian. He shook his head, then looked at the crowd. "Gerard requested that his friend is not mentioned. If anything is printed or released in any way about Mr Iero, we won't hesitate to sue. This interview was arranged in good faith. Gerard and Mr Iero are not in a sexual relationship. They are friends. Just friends right now. If the relationship does change, it will be after Mr Iero is eighteen. Gerard is only twenty-five himself. So could you kindly refrain from making him seem like a child abuser?" My mouth dropped open as he finished his little rant. I looked back at the kid. He looked upset. "I...I know...I'm...err...S...sorry." He stuttered. I shook my head. "Hey, it's okay." I said, gently. "I guess your curiosity get the better of you." The kid smiled. "Yeah. But I'm still sorry." He sighed. "Frank's a good kid. He doesn't deserve what the other kids do to him." I frowned. "What do you mean?" Brian spoke up. "I think it best you speak to Gerard about this later." The rest of the interview went well. No more questions about Frank. Thank god. I went back to my bedroom and went to sleep. I know exactly where I'm going tomorrow. Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>> 10:00 am. Frank's school. I followed the short blonde Secretary down the hallway. Kids at their lockers turned and stared, wide eyed. A few 'Oh my god, it's Gerard Way.' range out. Otherwise, it was quiet as everyone watched me. "All students must go to their designated classes, immediately." The principles voice rang out over the speakers. The kids emptied the halls, quickly. Jeanie, the Secretary, stopped outside a classroom and turned to look at me. "I'll just go talk to the teacher, Mr Harper." She informed me, then disappeared inside. I sighed and leaned against the wall by the door. I looked around to look in the small window on the classroom door, making sure to not get spotted. It was a large hall with a stage. Frank was sat alone, in a corner, with a guitar. He had marks on his face. Someone had hurt my Frankie. A lad with shoulder length black hair threw a scrunched up piece of paper at him. Frank just ignored him. So he threw another. The door opened, so I stepped back. Jeanie walked out. "Mr Harper's gonna give you a introduction. Wait for your queue." I nodded and listened. "Attention, class." Mr Harper's voice rang out. I saw Frank looked up at him. "I'm pleased to have a special guest here to help today." The class was filled with chatter as they tried to work out who it could be. "I will give you some clues." Mr Harper offered. "It's a man. He grew up here in Belleville and attended this very school." I grinned as a few students frowned. "He plays a little guitar but prefers to sing." Frank was frowning now. "Seriously?" Mr Harper sighed. "If you don't get it on this clue, there's something wrong. Okay. His backing group is The Hormones...." Frank's eye's widened. "Oh my god." A red headed girl shouted. "It's Gerard Way." I smiled as I walked in, waving. The girls started swooning in their seats. The guys stared, wide eyed. Frank smiled. His face lit up. I shook Mr Harper's hand. "So what brings you to Belleville, Gerard?" He asked. "Well."I started, sitting on the edge of his desk. "I thought it'd be nice to sit in on my old music class." I said, looking at Frank. "Maybe help out a little." "That would be brilliant." Mr Harper said, cheerfully. As the lesson progressed, I spoke to different students. But I smiled at the kid that was harassing Frank earlier. My back was to Frank. "What's your name?" I asked the kid. He beamed at me. "Kellin Quinn, sir." He said. "What do you think of bullying, Mr Quinn?" I asked, politely. His smile faltered, slightly. "I...err..." ".....Pick on the kid with the guitar behind me?" I finished for him. He bit his lip and lowered his head. The smile gone. "Ya know I was bullied at this school, right?" He looked up at me in surprise. "N...no, sir." I sighed. "Yep." I said, popping the 'p' as I sat on the desk behind me. "I was a little overweight. So I got all kinds of sh...rubbish. Name calling, punching, scrunched up paper thrown at me...." I paused as a look of guilt flashed across his face. "I didn't let it stop me. I fought to get where I am today. My bully works in a local takeaway. My brother got bullied. He's in a band called Electric Century. His bully works in a grocery store, packing food. My friend, Ray Toro is a successful guitarist. His bully washes dishes in a crummy hotel. Do you see the pattern here?" Kellin nodded. "Bullying gets you a cra....rubbish job in a down beat area with no prospects. Unless you like working at under the minimum age, you should quit while you can." I sighed. "Thank you." He said, quietly. I smiled, then headed to Frank. He smiled as I approached. "Hey." He mumbled. I sat on the desk infront of him. "Hey, Frankie." "Why are you here really?" He asked. "To scope out the local hot chicks." I joked. He laughed. "I'm being serious." I kept my face straight. " So am I." I said. "That Jessica Krane is fucking hot. I mean...wow." Frank laughed. "Your crazy." I smirked. "You've only just noticed?" I sighed. "You've got a lot to learn about me, haven't you?" He calmed down. "So why are you here?" He asked again. "I wanted to see you." I said, quietly. He looked down, but not before I saw him blush. "I missed you yesterday." I admitted. "I didn't see or hear from you all day."

Notes

Chapter by: PartyPoisonlives4ever.
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