Touch Him Again, And I'll Kill You

Gerard's POV

"You're an ass." Lindsey glared at me as I walked in the front door of Jimmy's house.
"How is he?" I expressed my worries for Frank.
"Well, he didn't cry. So I guess that's good. But he still seemed pretty upset."
I let out a long sigh. "You're right. I am an ass."
She nodded and turned away from me.
"You had better make this up to him. To tell you the truth Gee, I like Frank. He's a great guy and I think he would be perfect for you. So please, don't fuck this up." She said in her motherly tone.
"I'll try not to." I said quietly. She shook her head at me.
"Well, as of right now you're doing a pretty shitty job." She said before turning away from me and walking up the stairs toward her and Jimmy's room.

It was already dark outside, so I just went up to bed.

I woke up the next morning and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
I walked over to the pile of clean clothes Lindsey had washed for me. I dug aroud for a bit and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans. I noticed something in the bottom of the pile that wasn't familiar. I grabbed it and smiled when I realized it was Frank's misfits sweater.
It was already pretty big for him so I figured it would fit me well. I slipped it on and grinned. I honestly looked hot.
It hung low so that my collar bones were showing, and I rolled the sleeves up to just about where my elbows were. I ran my fingers through my black hair to give it a rugged look. I decided since I had some time, I would do my eyeliner. I put two thick black streaks on my water line and admired it. I was rather proud of how I was looking.
I slipped on a pair of black converse, then stepped out of my room and walked down the stairs.
I walked into the kitchen where Lindsey and Jimmy were sat at the table.
"Wow, loverboy. Careful, you might even make me gay." Jimmy joked.
I strutted over to him and put my hand on my hip. "Oh please. Like I would date you." I rolled my eyes at him. This sent Lindsey into a fit of giggles.
"How come you look extra fine today, Gee? Is this Frank related? " She asked me.
"Maybe.. Maybe not." I shrugged. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Come on, my lovely clan of rejects. It's school time." I beamed at them.
"Why the hell are you so excited for school?" Jimmy sighed.
Lindsey laughed at him. "Because he's finally getting some dick, duh."

Frank's POV
I sat up out of bed and groaned. I hadn't slept at all the night before. Thoughts of Gerard were driving me crazy.
I stood up, and heard my back crack. I shuffled over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. I put it all on, then slipped on a pair of black vans.
I didn't even bother looking in the mirror. I already knew how I looked. Like shit.
I slumped down the stairs and to the kitchen where my mom was drinking coffee.
"Good morning, Frankie." She said lightly.
"Mmmmmmm." I groaned at her.
"Do you want a ride to school?" She asked. I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Meet me in the car, then."
I turned and grabbed my bag off of the couch, then walked out to the car. A few minutes later, my mom got in and she drove me the few blocks away to school.
"Thank you." I told her as I was getting out.
"Remember Frank. Worry about school. Not boys."
I rolled my eyes at her, then closed the car door and walked to the school.
When I got in, I walked to my locker and opened it. A few minutes later, Jamia came up to me.
"Wow, you look awful." She stated.
I glared at her. "Gee, thanks Jamia."
"I'm sorry Frankie." She giggled. "But the sweatpants really aren't helping. You look like a depressed gym teacher."
I couldn't help but smile at that.
She opened her mouth like she was going to speak, but instead she looked at something behind me and her eyes widened. "Holy shit."
I gave her a weird look before turning to see what she was staring at.
Once I saw, I couldn't help but agree with her 'holy shot' statement.
Gerard was walking down the hall with Jimmy and Lindsey. It was like a typical high school movie, where the person that the lame kid has a crush on slow motion walks through the halls with their two friends on either side of them, and everyone moves out of their way to look at them because they are just that good looking.
My heart fluttered when I saw that he was wearing my Misfits sweater.
His hair was effortlessly perfect, and his jeans were so tight that they showed off his perfect hips and thick legs. When I saw that he was wearing eyeliner, I just wanted to attack his face with my mouth.
"Holy fuck." I let out.
"Even I'm sexually attracted to him right now." Jamia laughed out beside me.
I wanted to turn and glare at her, but that would mean taking my eyes off of Gee, so I just settled with saying "Hands off, he's mine."
Gerard finally stopped in front of me and smirked.
"Frankie, you've really got to work on being more subtle. You were obviously checking me out."
Lindsey giggled next to him. I rolled my eyes at the both of them. "I was actually just checking to see if that sweater was mine."
He wrapped my hand in his and looked into my eyes.
"The sweater and everything underneath it is yours."
I felt my face heat up. Then I remembered what he had done when I told him I loved him.
I looked down at my feet. "No it isn't."
He grabbed my chin and lifted it up so I was looking at him.
"Can we go somewhere and talk?" He asked me quietly.
"Okay."
He kept our hands interlocked and he led me down the hall. He pulled me into an empty classroom and sat down on a desk, and I stood in between his open legs.
"I honestly don't know why I did what I did yesterday." He said to me. "I just.. No one has ever said that to me. That they're in love with me, I mean."
I looked down at him. "I'm sure that's not true." I said to him.
"It is. I've been with a lot of people. I've dated people for even years at a time and I've had many one night stands, but not one of those people had ever said they are in love with me. I think that's why I panicked when you said it. It just seemed so foreign to me." He broke our eye contact, and I frowned.
It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"But, I do Frankie. I do love you. You're the air I breathe. You're my world. You're just.. everything."
His eyes met mine again, and I smiled at him before leaning down and connecting our lips.
After a few minutes of chaste loving kisses, he pulled away.
"My brother Mikey really wants to meet you. Would you mind coming with me to see him?" He asked me. I grinned.
"I would love to."
He got off of the desk he was previously sat on, and grabbed my hand.
I didn't know where he was taking me, but I would follow Gerard to the end of the world.
Before I knew it, we were at his car.
I got in the passenger side, not listening to my mother's voice in my head saying "Frank Anthony Iero, don't you dare skip!"
Gerard drove with one hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh, just like when we drove to his house to have sex, except this time, his hand wasn't moving.
I had expected him to drive us to a house, so I was shocked when we pulled into the parking lot of the Hospital.
I glanced at him, and he looked happy so I decided not to question it.
We got out of the car and he took my hand and led me through the hospital doors.
We walked to an elevator a few halls away, and he clicked the button.
As we waited for the doors to open, he kept nervously biting his nails.
"Stop it, Gee. What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry." He said, and I left it alone.
The doors opened and we were met with a large blue waiting room. There was a fish tank in the corner, and an empty receptionist's desk in the other.
We walked right past the desk, and down a hall. He stopped at a wooden door and knocked. There was a faint "come in." from the other side.
He opened the door, and we stepped through. There was a boy in a hospital bed in the center of the room. He had messy brown hair, and thin rimmed glasses.
"Hey, Mikey!" Gee smiled at him.
Mikey looked up and grinned. He got out of his bed and walked toward us.
"Mikey, this is Frankie." Gerard said to him.
"It's nice to meet you, Frank." He said to me, and stuck his hand out to shake mine.
I looked down at his hand and noticed the bandages going from the bottom of both of his wrists to just before his elbows. I shook his hand and smiled at him.
"You too."
"Well, come on in. I've heard lots about you, Frank." Mikey said as he walked back to his bed.
Gerard pulled a chair up beside the one next to the bed. I sat in it, and he sat next to me.

Mikey is an amazing person. It has been a few hours since we arrived, and Mikey and I have talked more than Gerard. All he did was smile at the both of us.
Mikey and I had so much in common. We liked the same bands, the same movies, and the same comics. He was just like me!
Soon, the visiting hours were over, and Mikey had to go to a group therapy session.
In the time we were here, I had gathered a few things. Mikey and Gerard's parents were fully anti-gay. They kicked Gerard out when he was very young, so he moved in with Jimmy. Now, Mikey is left alone with them and he is gay too, but he's too scared to tell them. He's here because he tried to kill himself.
I can't help but feel very happy that Mikey hadn't succeeded. It would have killed Gerard. They were best friends, and Gerard certainly wouldn't be able to live without him.

"We will be back this weekend, Mikes." Gerard said as we walked out the door.
He locked his fingers with mine as he led me down the ball and back to the waiting room.
"FRANK ANTHONY IERO WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF SCHOOL!?" Only this time, the voice wasn't in my head.
I felt my heart stop, as I looked into the eyes of my mother.

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