Hospital Bed

Gerard's mind wanders into the past as the future keeps passing his Frankie by. He remembers the first time they met. They were both freshman in high school. Gerard was 15 and Frank was 14. They met at the Starbucks across the street from the school while they were supposed to be in school. They ended up leaving the district at the same time and looked at each other awkwardly as they sat on opposite sides of the coffee shop. To his surprise, Frank approached him and sat down across from him and striked up a conversation.

"Hey. I'm Frank," he said almost nervously as he extended his hand out for Gerard to shake.

"I'm Gerard," he answered as he took his hand and shook it. They smiled at each other and continued sipping their coffee.

"What kind did you get?" Franks asks him. "I got a sweet caramel coffee with a fuckload of whipped cream," he laughed. Gerard smiled.

"I got regular black coffee," he answered. Frank gave him a shocked look, then a look of respect.

"That's brave. I'll tell your story! The Legend of Gerard, the Man Who Could Drink Anything!" He exclaimed loudly. They received a few stares from his outburst. Frank laughed nervously and covered his face, clearly embarrassed and Gerard laughed loudly, making them receive more stares. Frank realized that he did that so he wouldn't feel so alone. As a result, they both laughed louder and louder as they finished their coffee until they were actually asked to leave because they were being too loud.

They walked back to the school in time for their last period. They parted ways and ended up making a silent agreement that they would do this every Monday morning before school and then go together. Eventually, they became best friends and were inseparable. They really didn't have any other friends and that was okay with them. Frank loved to stare at Gerard while he was drawing, and Gerard never told him that when Frank looked away, he would look up at him to draw him.

Gerard looked down at Frank. It's been two months since he'd entered his deep sleep. During that time, Gerard was there every day. But he knew he had to find a job quickly, because all of his saving was almost up. He'd just paid for this month and would have enough for one more month, but then he had to find one quickly. His mother was extremely upset, because all the money he'd saved up for years and years was quickly vanishing.He didn't care about any of that. This was the love of his life and even though he hadn't legally taken the oath, in sickness and in health still meant something to him. Though, not even death could do them part. Gerard leaned over and kissed Frankie's forehead. It was a habit they picked up about a year into their friendship. If they were about to go somewhere, they were kiss the other on the forehead. No words spoken. Neither of them commented on it. Gerard remembered the first time Frank did that.

Gerard stared at Frank in shock and touched the corner of his forehead where Frank's lips had just been pressed against a few seconds earlier. Frank smiled at him and then took off. He couldn't figure out why, but then when Frank came back, he had to leave again, so he repeated the act. Gerard realized that was his way of saying he'll be back without words and it became second nature. They were normally very quick about it and no one ever saw, until they did one day.

"What the fuck was that? Did you guys see that? That kid just kissed that other boy on the forehead!" One boy laughed. Gerard grimaced and just turned the other cheek.

"Faggots!" He yelled. Gerard quickly stood and made his way over there. Frank wasn't here to stop him so there was nothing stopping him. He punched that guy in the jaw and ended up breaking it out of place. Upon hearing this news, Gerard knew to defend himself. It was hate crime. He always hated when his sexuality was made fun of. He didn't make fun of their love of vaginas so why should they be able to make fun of his love for dick? He lived by this motto since he was a little boy trying to dress in women's clothing. Since he found himself attracted to guys. Since he fell in love with Frank. Frank came back and saw him standing over the boy and immediately ran over to him.

"Gerard, what happened?!" He asked, clutching Gerard's shoulder.

"Nothing. Let's go, Frankie," Gerard said as he pulled him in the other direction. Frank never found out what it was until he finally convinced Gerard to tell him at which point he gave him a high five and they laughed together.

"You know, I heard that guy is a correctional officer. Pretty interesting, huh?I ran into him a couple of weeks ago and we talk for a little bit. He apologized and then I told him that you and I were getting married, but then... you know. He wanted me to send you his prayers. Never struck me as a religious type, but, hey. Whatever works for him, you know. I'm sorry, baby. I'm just rambling on. I'm going to take a quick nap though, okay?" Gerard then climbed on the bed right next to Frank and draped an arm over Frank's abdomen, and snuggled closer to him. He felt smaller under Gerard's touch, he noted and he suddenly felt the tears prickling at his eyes. He couldn't cry here with him though. If the doctor's are right, then Frank can hear him, and he didn't want him to hear how upset he was because Frank couldn't wake up until his body and mind were ready. He'd wait the rest of his life for him, if he had to. But if it ever got to so many years, he'd have to euthanize him. Frank wouldn't want his life to pass right by him, and he'd told Gerard this many times. Even though it would hurt him, he had to do what Frank asked of him. That wouldn't be for years though, and Frank was going to wake up soon.

Notes

Le chapter two :D
Anyways, enjoy! <3 Feedback would be pretty fucking sexy :3

-OAIF <3