Privilege of the broken ones

If there was a time that Frank got ready to go out this fast, it was this time. He hung up the phone and almost started squiling from happiness. He knew it was temporary and all from excitement,but he decided to go with the flow.
His mother and Anastasia got downstairs and his mother glanced at her too-happy-for-doing-homework son in suspicion. She forgot how Frank looked when he smiled. That was one of the reasons she and her husband sent their son to group therapy. She figured he needed venting and venting wasn't really a thing you could do in front of her husband.
No venting in Iero house. Take it somewhere else. So they did. She thought that sending Frank to therapy was the best call her husband and she made in a long time now. And that girl Anastasia seemed like a girl that would be good for Frank.
If only she knew...
Frank looked up to Anastasia and said. "Hey, i'm soory. But a friend... From my class. Yes, my class. We need- we need to make a project. Biology and stuff. School, yeah." Needless to say Frank was a terrible liar.
"It doesn't matter. I needed to go anyway." Anastasia saved Frank without even knowing what's going on. She winked at him and he knew he had it all covered.
His mother taped Anastasia gently on her back and Frank was almost jelaous of her because she never gave any attention like that to him and he knew he shouldn't be jelaous of that but sometimes the human urges were too strong. Iero mother jumped around Anastasia as Frank put on his jacket and started to put on his only black Converse shoes that he had and that he paid himself.
Anastasia smiled at his mother as she stuffed her with cookies. Her hands were stuffed with the cookies that she just got and Frank offered to help. He got half of the things that his mother gave Anastasia and they were ready to go.
"Take care, honey."
Frank and Anastasia said 'okay' in the same time and they looked at each other because they were almost sure that his mother told that to Anastasia instead of to her one and only son.
The door shut behind them and Frank couldn't stop the smile from coming to his face and Anastasia just poked him a little because she already knew why he was laughing.
"Okay, spill it out." Anastasia said with a smile as shadows moved across her face as they were walking down the street.
Frank chuckled and looked straight into her eyes. "I can already see our wedding in the future. The invitations, the cake, everybody we love around us." His smile turned into a sad one and he imagined a wedding with Anastasia and how everything would be great to their parents and how Anastasia and he would have to fake a smile and then live a life where they needed to pretend. Their whole life. But the worst of all was the thing that he imagined Gerard standing at the bottom of the church in black clothes with a disgusted look on his face and now Frank felt like he was about to throw up.
"Are you okay, Frank. Fuck. You look sick." Anastasia grabbed his hand in a totally non-sexual manner.
"Since when do you swear? I thought you were this polite girl. Wow, so twisted." Frank set on a bench and so did Anastasia, following his actions.
Anastasia showed him a bit and smiled. She was one of those people that tried really hard around other people and you always felt like you weren't doing enough. But you still didn't back up because being in someone's complete attention was beautiful and people didn't get that much often. Frank maybe concluded this too quickly but if he was wrong there won't be much too do.
"I am okay, Ana. Can i call you Ana?" Frank asked with his eyebrows raised as he always did when he asked someone a question similiar to this. People passed by them and smiled for some fucking reason, probably the same reason why his mother smiled today because they thought they were this cute couple where the girl was taller than the boy and all those judgement things that people thought while they glanced at someone.
"Yeah, you can call me Ana. Some people think that Anastasia is too long." Ana smiled again, grinning a bit.
"You don't say."
"Yeah. Just go."
"What?"
"I know that whoever called you, made you happy. So go, run. Just before you go. Tell me. Will it be worth your time?" Ana smirked at her innuendos.
"You can bet." Frank put the cookies on the bench next to Ana and got up on his feet, fixing his jeans that were falling a bit.
"Are you okay? I mean-is your house near. I don't want someone to rob your cookies." Frank smiled and his cheeks started to hurt because he hasn't smiled like this since he saw Gerard and that felt like centuries.
"We are in front of my house."
"Oh, then okay. Nice house, by the way." Frank giggled out of discomfort.
Frank was about to turn around and start running to the place that Gerard gave him adress to when they talked over the phone when Ana called his name and threw him a box of cookies.
Frank called out to Ana that was now more distant than she was before. "What do i need this for?"
Ana shouted across the street.
"I don't like raisins and those cookies have them in and your dearest mother put a fuckton of them in and hey, you never know you might get hungry."
"Oh, okay. Thanks!"
Frank walked away from her house and then after a minute or so it hit him what she just said and he just smiled to himself.
The sun looked like it was about to set and he was the only one that was walking in their street. Cars were passing by and he could hear distant shouting from where he was standing.
In a minute or so, he won't be the only one in the street.
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"Give it back!" Frank shouted really loud that he suprised himself how loud it was. A group of adolescent pricks surronded him and he was extremely worried because he could see one particulare person that bothered him. All of the guys that were now surrounding him like hienas were unknown to him. He only knew that they were going to harm him, he hoped that they won't beat him to death. It was unbelievable that he worried about his mothers Tupperware which was extremely stupid and he wanted to smack himself, but he figured that the guys that were mocking him will do just fine on that field.
"Oh, and what are you gonna do about it? Tell your mum?" The tallest of the group hissed like a wild animal that should be put down and Frank wasn't really one of those people that encouraged killing animals. At this point Frank was open to killing humans. Then again, killing anyone wasn't really what Frank would've wanted.
But these guys were as original when it came to terrifying their victims as his mom offering cookies to his dad. He cought himself thinking that actually that was terrifying and this was just shit, pure shit if that even existed.
Frank was traped and these guys looked like they weren't really giving it back or worse, letting him go away without a bruise.
Arguing with them won't help, settling something with them, like giving them money (which he didn't have) wasn't the right thing to do.
These guys were one of those people that took violence as their primary asset. They've been terrorized their whole life and now they have to take it out on others and blah, blah, blah.
Right, Frank could've been a serial killer if he thought about it like that. It wasn't like he was in a golden shell his whole life. It was no excuse and everybody knew it, yet everybody would forgive those kinds of people for their deeds because they were white teenage boys and everybody does mistakes and by 'everybody' it means privileged white teenage boys. Don't sweat it, if it was any group ever, going from women to any race that's not white, the violence would be remembered. It was a fact. There was no escaping.
The world is a cruel place.
The hienas was a perfect name for these creatures because they were far from acting like human beings. As they circulated around him, Frank thought about the fact that he could just die right here on this dirty street, bleeding out to death without anyone helping him.
In one hand he felt relieved because that would mean that God just gave up on him and let these guys just beat him up to death and he would just die, there would be darkness and he wouldn't care anymore.
Or would he?
He would be partly relieved because he was tired of going to the bus and sitting down and looking at all the people that maybe had a better chance of living. Maybe they blew it, maybe someone blew it for them. He was tired of seeing broken hearts and sad eyes and fake smiles and he understood that he just didn't want to be like them. He didn't want to grow up to be miserable, he just didn't want that. But his life certainly started to look like a big circle of misery which could only be escaped by one thing.
Death.
Has Frank ever mentioned that he's really not one of those people that looked at the future extremely brightly?
"Look at this bitch. Looking all scared and shit." The dude with a weird haircut spit out the words that sounded so poisonous. His mother is probably very proud of him.
"How about we just check out what's in the box?"
"Yeah, let's what's the faggot got here in the box?"
The two that sticked out with their wonderful personalities opened the box and saw cookies inside and just started laughing.
"The faggot is carrying cookies to his lame girlfriend!" The rest of the group laughed like it was the best joke ever without realizing the mistake the tallest of the group has made.
It was like they expected an answer with all the staring they were doing at Frank. Frank was cornered against the wall and he just murmured a quiet 'yeah, sure' while he was waiting for the punches to start raining.
"Oh, he's so cute. Carrying cookies to his girlfriend." One of the group said the sentence with a fake southern accent and it made Frank cringe. "Let me try one."
The group took one each and they started eating it in front of Frank and the things that Frank was seeing wasn't something he wanted to see. The sighting was gruesome. It was unbelievable. But the best part was that the half of them spit it out with complaining how it has raisins in it. Frank wanted to burst out laughing but he satisfied himself with a chuckle.
The next moment was a dark sky night black colour that apperead in front of Frank. Pain kicked in after a few seconds, probably because of shock the body recieved. Fists were just coming down on him and he just felt his body collapsing on the floor.
His body ached and he felt how the idiots avoided his face mostly and he was grateful that his face didn't have to suffer through the pain. Still, his stomach was in agonizing pain and it felt like all the air that ever existed just vanished. He found it hard to breathe or to get up and it felt like hours passed. The hienas were nowhere to be seen and he wondered what made them stop and go away. Maybe, someone passed through the street, maybe their mothers called them to come home for diner.
It was completely irrelevant and as he was pushing himself to get up he noticed that on the wall that was next to him there was a Tupperware with cookies in it. His cookies, actually his mothers. There was still at least ten of them left and he wanted to laugh but it was impossible at the moment.
Gerard's house was near and there was no away that he was coming home.
It still striked him that the hienas didn't take the Tupperware or at least smashed it or something. But the best thing about this was that they didn't want to eat them.
Apperantly, even bullies hate raisins.
Frank was on his weak feet and he limpsed his way through the street as he was watching the houses and the numbers they had on them in an attempt to notice the house of the guy that kissed him for the first time.
Finally, when he saw the house that had white facade and the lights that were visible inside the rooms his face formed a crooked smile as he was already on the door, ringing the bell and knocking at the same time. He couldn't take it anymore so he just collapsed on the floor, still bleeding from his bottom lip.
The door opened and a small gasp was heard.
"Frank!" Gerard was terrified as he saw the beaten up boy with Tupperware under his armpit.
Frank felt the darkness coming as his eyelids gained weight and all he could feel was the small breaze from being lifted up from the floor, being in Gerard's arms, Frank was absently touching Gerard's hair in an attempt to say his name. But it only stayed in his mind as the light in the room got brighter and his brain felt like shutting down. Frank tryed again before he fell, but nothing was coming from his lips.
Gerard.
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Gerard knew that he should probably stop panicking and Mikey was beside him trying to make sure that Gerard also doesn't fall into coma of sorts.
"Gerard, please calm down." Mikey tried to calm his brother but the older brother's heavy breathing wasn't really helping the situation. The younger of the two Way brothers was the only person in the room that was sort of calmed and ready for whatever was to come. Gerard was holding Frank's head in an attempt to wake him up but nothing was really helping. " What do we do?" Mikey asked as his brother's eyes closed for a bit, holding Frank a little bit too strong.
" I don't know, Mikey. What if he doesn't wake up?" Gerard tried to avoid looking at Frank in his arms, beaten almost to death. He wondered how he even managed to come to his house without collapsing somewhere and also the fucking Tupperware was confusing him, because if Frank got beaten up over a fucking Tupperware he was seriously considering slaping him, but he knew that violence is never the answer so he figured that the best thing he could do was kissing him when he wakes up.
If he wakes up.
" Look, Gee. He's breathing. So that's a start. He' ll wake up, I'm sure. So this is your crush then, ha?" Mikey smiled even though the situation wasn't really appropriate for smiling as they were sitting on that fucking couch where their parents were sitting this afternoon. Mikey shifted to the other side so he could see his brother clearly. Gerard looked up from where his gaze was fixated and looked with his blurry vision to his brother. "Yeah, this is Frank."
"He's cute. I gotta give you that." Mikey made a shy smile as his brother was caresing Frank's hair, not being able to move under the weight that Frank's body created. Frank wasn't heavy at all, but the burden that Gerard was now handeling seemed heavier than ever. He didn't want Frank to be one of those people that left him too soon. It would hurt even more without making any memories with him. It would be like losing someone without having the chance to do anything.
Gerard realized that that fate was the worst thing that could happen to him. Not having a chance of making something with someone. Terrified and mortified and every single word that was a snyonym of fear wasn't cutting enough to describe how Gerard was feeling at that certain moment.
Recalling the past was the worst thing that he was just doing, the past was a one big black hole of hidden memories and screaming and his current situation just reminded him of how miserable he was when he was younger. He didn't need the pain back then and he certainly didn't need it now.
The wind outside sounded ominously and Gerard felt frightened under the sound that it created. He wondered if Frank liked the wind. If Frank dies on him before he manages to find out every single thing about him, that would kill Gerard. The past was bad enough, but repeating the past was even worse.
He figured that the past needs to stay there as long as it can because he wasn't giving anyone the pain he felt.
Mikey was staring at him as he carefully observed Frank's eyelids. He didn't know what was so fascinating about it but he just continued to watch.
" Gerard, you okay?" Mikey asked the question that he already knew the answer to, but he still asked because he wanted to get an answer out of his brother because he looked like he was in coma, but only with his eyes wide open. " I will be when he wakes up."
Mikey felt like there's not much he can do about this so he stood up, streching on his feet, making his way to the kitchen and as he was walking towards it Gerard spoke. "Get me a mop but make it wet. I'm gonna clean his face." Mikey turned around to see Frank opening his eyes for a bit, so he figured he could make Frank speak a bit. "Sure, Gee. He is a little bit short, you know?"
Gerard looked at his brother with a dissapointed look on his face as Frank spoke for the first time in the Way house with his eyes still closed. "Fuck you."
-
Happy wasn't cutting enough to describe how Gerard was feeling, Frank was in extreme pain and Mikey was curious about Frank.
Frank detached himself from Gerard and for the first time he looked at the Way house more clearly. They were all situated in the living room which was quite comfty and had a lot of space, bookshelves full of books and comics and old records. The room described Gerard in every sense of the way. No pun intended.
The walls were painted mostly white but there was one wall that was painted with a peachy colour. Frank smiled to himself, catching himself in pain as he tried to make any facial expression. His lips were burning up and he raised his hand to touch his bottom lip and he could smell and taste the blood in his mouth. The fuckers that got him in the street could've done worse but they didn't. Maybe they were saving it for later or for somebody else. Doesn't really matter now, Frank felt warm as he was still sitting on Gerard as he examined his face to make sure he was completely okay.
He figured that he's been in Gerard's arms too many times despite the time they know each other. Then again, he didn't really care. Being inside the house of the guy that kissed you and the kiss was so fucking good for a first time that Frank couldn't really believe it, he felt more than lucky but then the wave of feeling guilty or wrong washed away over Frank. He thought he didn't deserve it. Frank felt like this, whatever Gerard intended to do with him felt like a scam. But at the same time, Frank didn't feel like letting go.
Frank decided to cling on for more.
"Hey. How are you?" Gerard said as his brother threw him a wet mop that he asked just a while ago. His brother sighed because every single person in the room knew that was a stupid question. Nonetheless, Gerard concluded it was better to ask because who knows when it was the last time someone asked him that or actually cared about him that way? It was better to ask.
Frank looked up, trying to smirk a bit, but it only caused his lip to start bleeding again. His vision was okay and he was happy that the bullies didn't touch his face.
"Never better." The sarcasm filled the room as Frank made that comment with a rather raspy voice. If Gerard could jump a little at the suprise he felt after he heard his voice, he would've. Mikey resorted to only snorting and recieving a angry face that Gerard made at his younger brother.
Gerard took the mop and moved it closer to Frank's face as he started to wipe the blood off of Frank's face. The area around Frank's mouth was red and swalloved a bit, he took the mop and as he touched the area Frank snapped a little back because it burned him.
If Frank knew how to glare at Gerard he would do that, but just looking at Gerard made him go soft in all the right places.
"So what happened?" Gerard went straight to point. Well not exectly straight to the point but you know what i mean,but that wasn't important and Gerard wasn't intending to worry about that now.
Frank sighed as his vision got blurry for a second from the pain. "Some idiots attacked me as i was getting here. They just uh-ran away. No problem. I am okay. I promise." Gerard eyed him suspiciously as Frank was promising stuff that weren't true.
"I assume that you have no idea who those people were and i am not even gonna ask you about the cookies in the Tupperware, like what the fuck?" Gerard managed to laugh and he put down the mop as he cleaned even the places that weren't covered in blood on Frank's face. He laid back a little bit and so did Frank following his lead, Frank ended up putting his aching head against Gerard's shoulder. He found the perfect spot where his head wasn't in immense pain and he wanted to remain in that position as long as he could. "Appereantly, bullies don't like raisins."
"Raisins? Really? There are fucking raisins in the cookies. What the fuck? Who puts raisins in cookies. That should be considered a sin."
Mikey had his mouth ful and his speaking didn't really look like speaking as he took more of the cookies from the box. Gerard and Mikey looked at him in utter disgust as he swalloved the content that was previously in the box.
"Yeah, that should be a sin." Frank answered Gerard, practicly joining the 'No raisins club'.
"Oh come on, Gerard you like beans for fuck's sake. Who can eat that?" Mikey looked at the couple that was on the couch with a dissapointed expression on his face.
Gerard and Frank wanted to laugh but it wasn't the time or the place so they resorted to a occasional quiet giggle.
"Uh-oh. Mikey, Frank, sorry. I haven't even introduced you. Frank, this is my brother Mikey and Mikey, this is Frank, he's my-my. Uhmm."
Gerard wasn't finding any words and he wasn't most certainly calling Frank his friend, because they were far from it and Gerard didn't want Frank to be his friend. He wanted him to be his unconventional boyfriend.
"We'll go with 'um' ." Frank finished not quite for Gee as he looked at him in the eyes, still sitting on top of him.
"Ew, you guys make out or whatever. You're gross. I am gonna bail." Mikey took his phone and escaped to his room.
Gerard looked at Frank and in a second Gerard was on top of him, kissing his fresh wounds that still ached.
-
"Gerard, you okay? I am alive, you don't need to kiss me that much!" Frank exclaimed happily after Gerard sent him a thousand kisses, still not moving any further than where Frank was. Gerard needed to get some air, because when Mikey went to his room Gerard took his advice maybe too literary and Frank got more than one kiss. It was completely different than when they kissed on the meadow. These kisses where attention and worry and quick and it seemed like Gerard was apologizing with the kisses, even though he didn't really have a reason to apologize.
For now Frank has gotten two types of kisses.
1. i-kiss-you-like-you're-a-fragile-doll-and-i-don't-want-to-break-you kisses
2.i-kiss-you-like-there's-no-tommorow-and-i'm-extremely-worried kisses
Gerard was panting a bit and Frank was still on his back and they could hear the younger Way brother shouting from his room.
"I swear to God, you're disgusting. Ew!"
Frank and Gerard laughed at each other as Gerard came to his normal breathing. Gerard realized that Frank started to bleed from his wounds again and that made him take Frank's hand and lead him to the kitchen. He placed him on one of those high chairs like they had in bars in their kitchen and it was funny watching Frank's legs as they didn't touch the floor, they weren't even near it. Gerard smirked and Frank saw it and made a frowned face because he didn't like when people mocked his height. It wasn't his fault, so people should stop it, right? The older of the two grabed the mop again which already contained some of Frank's blood and started wiping where his lips where. Gerard wondered with his hand even on the places where Frank wasn't injured, Gerard was standing above him with his back bended a little and Frank reached with his arm to his back, pulling him a little closer, and Gerard gasped silently because he was not expecting Frank to take initiate so soon. He thought he was going to need more time, regarding the fact that he's born in a catholic family and is going to a catholic school, Gerard just thought that he's going to need more time on the dating-a-man kind of thing. Also, Gerard didn't know Frank's previous experiances and he wondered what he's done before he met him. They had time and they didn't worry about it.
Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank and as he did so Frank lifted Gerard's shirt a bit, touching his bare skin. The shivers went down Gerard's back and Frank could feel it under his fingers, he remembered the last time someone caused him to shiver like that, but he just erased it from his memory because this was his and Frank's moment.
No past memories allowded.
Frank ached and it hurt all over his body and it was extremely uncomfortable to move so he didn't, Gerard soon realized that Frank was making grimaces on his face from the pain. He stepped back from Frank to look at him closely and Frank couldn't handle Gerard's worried gaze.
"Where does it hurt? I've seen your face. I know that your body has to be injured too. You wouldn't have passed out because someone smacked you few times in the face."
"It's not-" Frank was abruptly interrupted by Gerard's quick approach. "What are you doing?"
"We're taking your shirt off." Gerard smirked at Frank and he couldn't help himself but to smile.
The shirt that Frank was wearing was black, as usual. It had some white tiny stripes over his sleaves but it still didn't ruin the blackness of the shirt. Frank blushed and Gerard didn't notice it because Frank's face was red since he came to his house.
Gerard took the edge of the shirt and started pulling it up, nudging Frank to put his arms up so he can pull it off easier. After he took it off, he put the shirt on the counter that was painted in white but there were drawings and characters on the table, probably drawn by Gerard or, and Mikey, since Frank didn't know who had the drawing talent yet. There was so much more to learn about him and Frank would smile if he was wearing a shirt. His body was pale and he looked at Gerard as his face fell into darkness, just then Frank has realized how many bruises he had on his lower stomach and how red his skin looked like.
Gerard muttered a quiet 'shit'.
"It's not that bad, Gerard."
Gerard looked like he was about to cry and Frank reached to touch his face because he didn't know the reason to his sadness.
Yes, he was badly injured (but he'd never admit it to him) but it looked like he was sad because of something else.
Little did Frank know, how traumaticised Gerard was at the moment. The past was stubborn in not leaving him alone.
"It is bad." Gerard muttered the response that Frank didn't want to hear. Frank moved his hand from his face to touch his hand. Their fingers intertwined and Frank felt physical pain and emotional happiness. The two were conflicing but it didn't matter at all as long as he was holding his hand. Frank's hair was a mess from the pulling of the shirt, and his hair was in all the wrong places, Gerard raised his hand to his hair and Frank smiled as he was touching his hair, it was relaxing and it gave comfort to Frank.
"I'll be okay, Gerard. I promise."
"Promise?" Gerard whisepered.
"Yeah, I do." Frank whispered as Gerard got closer to his face, breathing in the smell of his skin.
The sound of footsteps approached them and a disgusted sound was heard behind their back. "Goddammit, get a room."
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"Seriously, do i need to make a guest list already?" Mikey exclaimed, completely giving up on his brother and his boyfriend Frank. People would probably apologize and cover their eyes at the scene that he was looking at but the sight of shirtless Frank and his brother with his hands on his boyfriend chest wasn't bothering him anymore.
Mikey has definitely given up on both of them.
"List of what?" Gerard let his hands be relaxed around his body as he asked his brother about his mad rambling. Gerard's hair was in all the wrong places and Mikey just hoped that they didn't have sex because they literally just met.
For Mikey this was the phase of meeting each other and occasional kisses and not hard core sex.
Even though he knew that his brother wasn't like that.
"Lists of the guests that you're going to invite to your wedding." Mikey laughed as he saw Frank's eyes widen in fear. He walked to the fridge to get himself something to eat, he almost starved himself by waiting in his room in an attempt to avoid his brother and his boyfriend making out but it seems that he totally missed the time. They weren't making out but Frank didn't have a shirt on, so who knows what was about to happen.
"Wedding, really, Mikey? You're that original." Gerard said maybe a little too harsh to his brother.
"Well, shirt off. Who knows what's next?" Mikey teased as he winked to Frank that was blushing beyond any mesure. Mikey giggled like a five year old, Gerard stared at him with i-will-murder-you look and Mikey picked up his ice cream and started leaving the kitchen as Gerard seriously thought about throwing a pillow or something at his brother. He would never hurt his brother, so it would be an extremely soft pillow.
Mikey was precious to Gerard and he hoped that nothing would change that.
"Just ignore him." Gerard sighed sadly because he couldn't excuse his brother for behaving the way he did. It didn't bother Gerard but he wasn't sure about Frank.
Frank was shy and it was visible on the first look. The first time Gerard saw Frank, he looked confused and a little bit outraged by his behaviour. Gerard was mostly entertained because Frank was the first person that paid attention to him outside his house, everybody else just seemed to melt with their surrounding and to Gerard those people could have easily been on mute for what he liked. Frank stood out. Even though, he thought he didn't. To Gerard, he that day stood out by thinking he didn't. Well, he also saw his medical record before he had met him, but he wouldn't have tracked him based on his physical appereance. He saw the picture and he saw the weird name and what confused him was that the record was empty.
There were no notes.
Persuading Frank was his decision after they spoke for the first time. After he more or less impressed him by his running away. When he sat next to him in the park was purely accidental. That was for real his spot where he liked to come in the morning so he can light a cigarette in peace, so he can satisfy his addiction needs.
His addiction was now replaced with smoking and every single doctor he met on his way to rehab said to him that he'll need to find another 'smaller' addiction.
Because once an addict, always an addict.
Coffee and cigarettes where his number one choice and he hoped that Frank could become his new addiction. Just thinking about him made him feel more relaxed, more calm. And as he was watching him in the eyes, actually not in his eyes, but the litttle wrinkles they made as he looked up, he realized that he can't make Frank his new addiction. He will become all needy and he didn't want that on Frank. Frank didn't really have experiance as he figured and to have a needy boyfriend for a first relationship wasn't something he wanted for him.
Gerard wondered off with his thoughts and Frank gestured to him without using any words as he was asking him if he was okay. Frank felt like he or Gerard has said it too many times today so he figured that not saying it would be cool too.
"Are you tired?" Frank asked something that he hoped won't resort to simple, short sentances because he really liked hearing him talk. He would talk and his mouth wouldn't be centered in the middle, they went a little left and he didn't look like he was about to have a stroke, it was just a way he talked. It didn't look creepy or anything, it looked cute and it made Gerard as who he was. That was a thing that you could stick out to another person when you're talking about this weird boy. Frank didn't know the reason behind that strange habit but he had a strange feeling he was going to find out sooner or later.
"I am a bit tired,but not that tired." Gerard said as he jawned quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was extremely exhausted. "No, really." This time jawning even harder that his vision got all blurry and he could barely see the masterpiece that was sitting in front of him that called out to a name Frank.
Frank extended his arm to Gerard's so he could touch the fingers that he put on the white counter. "What was actually that you wanted to do when you called me? It's not like we can actually do the biology project."
Gerard smirked a bit, looking all tired. "Well you know. The basics of how face muscles move while kissing and that sort of stuff." He looked all ashamed because that sounded chessy to both of them.
"That's really cheesy." Frank looked all too amused for how he was tired. "Well, what are we going to do now?"
Gerard straightened his back, an idea coming to his mind. He looked at him all serious and Frank wasn't smiling anymore.
"Sleep with me."
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Notes

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That is my friend me causing some tension. I love all of you guys. Every single person that actually has taken time to read this. Even a little bit i love you all. I am tired but it's okay. Votes and comments would be rad. Also comment if there's something wrong or smth you don't like. LOVE TOO YOU ALL.
P.S. i love sassy Mikey