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Gerard let out a small groan, as he stretched out his arms. He looked around for a second, his eyebrows scrunched together,

"Where are we?"

"New York. You've been out for quite some time." I replied simply, not turning to look at him.

"Oh. Well let's get to a motel."

"Yeah okay." I said plainly.

"Babe. Are you okay?" Gerard questioned. I could see him examining me closely out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm fine. Mikey called. It's just a bunch of bullshit. Nothing to worry about."

I found myself wincing as Gerard placed his hand on my shoulder. I could actually feel it. It wasn't in my head. His hand is actually touching me. He's actually here. I sucked in a sharp breath, glancing over at Gerard.
He had a small, sympathetic smile plastered across his cheeks. I couldn't help but smile back. Gerard gently began rubbing small circles into the side of my back,

"We're gonna be okay, Frankie. I promise"

I smiled softly, turning my attention back to the cluttered road.

We're gonna be okay.




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I finally found a small, rundown motel about an hour later. It looked pretty crappy, but at least it would be cheap. We didn't have much money. We couldn't just waste it on some classy, expensive hotel.
Gerard grimaced as his eyes landed on the small motel,

"I guess it'll work for now. As long as I'm with you."

I rolled my eyes playfully,

"You're so cheesy, Gee."

"Oh, you know it baby." Gerard responded with a wink.

I pulled into the parking lot. It looked like only two other people were staying here. I shrugged before grabbing our bags and making my way in.
There was a small lanky man behind the desk. He didn't look too old, maybe in his late 30's early 40's, but he was already balding.
I gave him a warm smile as I payed for one room. I went ahead and payed for three days in advance. Thankfully it was pretty cheap.
I walked to the room quickly finding Gerard laying flat on his back on the bed. I dropped our things, crawling onto the bed with him. Gerard automatically wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him. I laid my head down on his chest, closing my eyes tightly.
I took a deep breath of his scent and just laid there, enjoying his embrace.
His real embrace.
There's no way he's not here.
There's no way any of this could be fake.
I ran my hand through his soft, wavy hair just to prove to myself once again he's really there.
Gerard looked down at me, smiling softly,

"God I'm glad I met you."

I felt a small smile spread across my lips, "Oh yeah?" I laid my head back on his chest, listening to his steady heart beat.

"Yeah! I mean. I was so lonely. I was so fucking sad, man. And then I met you. And. And it was like I had just seen the world in color for the first time. Everything just seemed amazing. I mean just going and getting coffee was exciting, because I was doing it with you!" I felt his heart begin to race. "You make me so happy, Frank. I can't even explain it. You give me meaning. You make me feel alive. And I mean if I had never met you I'd probably still be going to that tattoo shop just watching other people get this beautiful art permanently painted onto their skin. That was the only excitement in my life." Gerard let out a small sigh, "I'd probably still just lay awake at night just wondering why any of this exists. What's the point.? Y'know? But then I met you and it all made sense. We were put here to love. And fuck. I barely believed love was still out there. You changed my outlook on everything, Frankie. And I couldn't imagine living this crazy life with anyone else. I love you so goddamn much, Frank."

I felt tears began to form in my eyes as my heart swelled,

"I love you too, loser. Now try and get some sleep."

Gerard let out a heavy breath, his smile spreading even more as he closed his eyes.

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