My Angel

When I got home, Mikey ran to me, crying his eyes out. He hugged me tight and sobbed into my shoulder. "I thought you died!" He sobbed quietly. I ran my fingers through his hair and twirled it. He looked up at me and I grinned. I shook my head. "Nah, I'm still here," I chuckled. He planted his face into my shoulder again. I stroked his hair and wrapped my arms around him. "You can't get rid of me that easy." He looked up and grinned at me. He lead me into his bedroom where I found Pete laying in Mikey's bed reading a comic book. I chuckled when I realized it was one of mine. Mikey snatched the book from Pete's hands and set it down. Mikey gestured for me to sit down. Pete opened his mouth to say something, but Mikey silenced him with his finger. I sat down. "So," Mikey began. He looked around the room before looking at me in the eyes and smiling. "How was the date with Lindsey?" "Did you have sex?" Pete asked overenthusiasticly. They both looked at me with beckoning eyes. Did they forget that I am now gay? Or part gay... Whatever. Yeah, I was only part gay, as I still had a thing for Lindsey which I assume I'll never understand. "And how old are you again, Pete?" I asked, half startled. His over enthusiasm was kind of creeping me the fuck out. He shrugged jokingly, and Mikey playfully punched him in the arm. I wondered if Mikey ever told Pete how he felt about him. Or the other way around. They were always so happy around each other, and I could only assume it was nothing but a long and happy friendship ahead of them, but I hoped I was wrong. "So really, did you?" Mikey pressed. I raised my eyebrows at him and rolled my eyes. "Well, of course not, Mikes," I chuckled. For an odd unknown reason, I found myself thinking of Frank. I wondered what was going on with him right now and I was worried. But I pushed all that aside for the moment. "Like Lindsey fucking Ballato would even consider sleeping with a freak like me." "You're not a freak, Gerard," he sighed. He looked to Pete, but then quickly turned his gaze back to me. "Well, then did you have sex with Frank?" I fucking died. Right there. Well, it sure felt like it, anyway. I blinked a few times and Mikey raised a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Hell no, Mikey," I gasped. That's when everything that happened today came flooding back. I kissed Frank. I fucking kissed Frank Iero. My angel. I kissed my angel. Oh god, and his lips were so damn soft. And I kissed those lips. My god, I was in love with him. That motherfucking angel of mine. "Gerard?" "Huh?" His words brought me out of my thoughts. They were staring at me, both raising eyebrows at me. When I realized they both were very interested in my thing for Frank more than my thing with Lindsey, I carried on. "No... But we... We kissed." Both their mouths fell open is utter surprise. I blushed lightly before continuing on. I couldn't stop now. They'd have a shitload of questions. "And we... We touched. And I..." I trailed off, watching as Mikey scooted closer. He reached out and pulled my scarf off. He giggled and I just watched as he poked at the bruise on my neck. It felt weird, and the spot was tender, I looked at him, giving him a warning. He stopped before I could snap on his ass. Albeit we did get along for the most part, Mikey would still get on my nerves sometimes. But aren't all siblings like that? Or rather, some. "So how are you two doing?" I asked nervously. I glanced at both of them, hoping one of them would get what I was getting at. Luckily, Mikey did and smiled. He turned to Pete and quickly planted his lips upon Pete's. That was enough for me to understand. Smiling, I stood up and exited the room. I didn't wanna be in there in case Mikey was about to lose his virginity. That is, if he even is still a virgin. Once in my own room, I texted Frank. I might be over worrying, but I needed to be sure he was okay. I knew how his father was. 'Frankie, is everything okay?' I didn't expect an answer, but to my surprise, the phone buzzed. The text was from Frank Iero. It read, 'Don't text this fucking number again. Delete it from your phone.' It wasn't Frank. It couldn't be Frank. Most of all, I hoped it wasn't Frank. Why would Frank act like that? I decided on texting the number back. 'Who's this?' And to my surprise again, they responded. My heart dropped when I read it slowly. Over and over again. I didn't understand. Tears slowly fell from my eyes, reading it again and again, hoping it wasn't true. 'It's Frank, you faggot. Stop texting this number. Leave me alone, you stupid piece of unwanted trash.' But it was. It was real. It was there on the screen. And it hurt. My heart felt like it had been crushed. I felt like I died. And I did. I died. Emotionally, but still. It hurt just as much. It couldn't be Frank, could it? He's my best friend. He fucking kissed me earlier and hates me now? I didn't want to believe that it was Frank. Not my angel. No. But it had to be. It just did. Or did it? Was it? I was hurting. It was because I love him. I always thought love would one day be the death of me. That day was today. Out of pain and rage and sadness, I threw my phone across the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed. I just cried and cried forever. I finally fell asleep. And I didn't want to wake up. *** When I walked inside the doors, Ray engulfed me in a hug. I hugged back, of course. He looked at me and smiled, tears filling his eyes. He blinked them away and hugged me again. What's going on? "He's okay," Ray whispered into my ear. It sent chills down my spine. Wait, what's going on?! What...? Who's okay? Pulling away from Ray, I looked at him perplexedly. "Frank's okay," he smiled again, tears reforming. What did he mean?? Did he say Frank?? Frank hates me. I raised an eyebrow. "The doctors said he'd be okay. I'm just overemotional. Sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you or anything." "Ray, what's going on?" I asked, afraid, concerned and confused. What is he talking about??? "Doctors? Ray, tell me what you're talking about! What's going on with Frank?" "No one told you?" He exclaimed, clearly upset. I shook my head. "I told BJ to text you off Frank's phone and tell you! You didn't get a text?" I shook my head again. "No, I texted Frank and he told me not to text the number again. He called me a faggot. Ray, what's going on?" He sighed. "Dammit, no, he didn't. I'll ask BJ about it later. It was BJ texting you, Gerard. Not Frank. Frank's in the hospital." "Why the fuck is he in the hospital?!" I choked, scared. I was fucking terrified now. "What happened?! God, it must be my fault!" "No, Frank told his father that he was gay and his father beat him." My fucking jaw dropped. I didn't plan for it to happen, but I was skipping school today. I ran out the doors. I could hear Ray yelling at me to come back, but I didn't listen. I ran as fast as my legs would allow me. It was fucking freezing, but again, I couldn't care less. I needed to see him. I needed to apologize. It was probably all my fault. I kept running. I had to. No matter how tired I was. I forced myself to keep going. The wind was bone chilling and strong; it cut through my clothes and froze me, no matter how bundled up I was. But still, I kept pushing myself. The hospital was five miles away and I didn't seem to think it through before I started running. For this, I was clearly stupid. But I had already ran about a mile and a half, and I was not about to turn my ass around and run back. And so, I kept going. Frank was my main priority and I needed to be there for him, even if it was my fault. I couldn't let him push me away. And BJ I would deal with later. Why would he pose as Frank, calling me a faggot when he should look in the mirror? Twenty minutes later and I still was going. I was tired and my breaths were coming out sharp and jagged. It stung my lungs to breathe. I pushed myself even harder now, determined to get to Frank as quickly as I could. Even though Ray had said he was okay, I needed to get there. I would feel guilty and selfish if I wasn't there right away. But it seemed that I wasn't getting to the hospital. I ran about another mile before I collapsed. I just collapsed. No warning. I was on the ground like that before I could even think. Everything went black after that. I hoped that maybe I was really dying. Oh, one can dream. *** I awoke in someone's arms. We were moving. Someone was carrying me. I knew by the scent of watermelons that it was someone I definitely knew. I opened my eyes. "Brendon?" I croaked. He looked down at me and smiled. Damn, Brendon was strong for being... Well, Brendon. Scrawny, little nerdy Brendon. I looked up at him as well and his grin widened. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he sang. I chuckled, but it stung my throat. I looked around. I couldn't see anything but woods. God, this is really creepy. And dammit, I needed to be with Frank right now. How long was I out? "Where are we?" I panicked. I had no fucking idea where the hell I even was. "How long was I asleep? Where are we going? Brendon?" He looked down at me and just giggled. I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't worry, princess, we're almost there," he giggled. I shot him a scowl. He giggled again. "Oh stop, miss moodypants. I'm taking you to meet Ryan. He likes for us to meet here, in the woods. It's very private and quiet and quite romantic. You and Frankie could come here one time to fuck if you'd like. I give you permission." My eyes widened and I blushed, my mouth agape. He laughed at me and I just stared at him. "Frank and I aren't--" "Oh, I'm just teasing, silly," he interrupted. I rolled my eyes at him and he giggled all girly like. Brendon was very gay. "But, it's quite obvious that you like him. More than friends. The way you stare at him, the way you blush when you're around him. I think you love him." "No, I don't," I lied. I couldn't have this. Nope. No fucking way. No one could know how I felt about him. Well, Mikey and Pete were exceptions, but no one else. Not even Ray. "I don't love him, Brendon. We're just friends, okay?" "Whatever you say, liar," he smirked. I wanted to slap him, but I needed him to get home, so that was a big fat NO. "When did friends start kissing, Gerard? When did they start choking each other with their tongues whilst they touched each other, hmm?" I blushed again. "W-who told you that?" I chose my words carefully. If I said, 'how did you know?' then he'd know I was lying for sure. I'm totally in the shit right now, for fucking sure. Brendon was a good lie-detector. "Pete's one of my best friends, Gerard. He tells me everything. He told me that he loved Mikey, he told me about you and Frank last night, he told me--" "Okay, so we kissed, what's the big deal?" I snapped. Finally allowing the truth to fall from my lips, I blushed deeper. I cannot believe Pete would blab about my secret. I didn't go around screaming, 'Pete Wentz loves my brother, Mikey Way'! I just didn't... Okay, so maybe I told Ray. But that's not the point. "Ah, so the truth is finally revealed!" Brendon exclaimed. He giggled that girly fucking giggle again and smiled. "What was it like? Did you like it? Is he a good kisser? Details, my friend!" I told him about how I asked for Frank's help and then it became more. Not like I could lie to him. So I didn't. I explained everything and he just nodded and giggled as I spoke. Only commenting on a few things here and there. "I won't tell anyone, Gerard," Brendon promised seriously. He looked into my eyes as he spoke, and I knew that I could trust Brendon for sure. "I promise. I don't blab other people's secrets. I'm a good, trustworthy secret keeper." Brendon Urie, the secret keeper. It suits him well. I nodded. "How long before we get to Ryan?" I asked after a few minutes. I totally forgot about going to see Frank for a moment, and I was anxious to get there. Then I remembered to ask. "Oh yeah, why did you pick me up?" "On my way here, I found you and you were freezing cold, so I picked you up and decided you were coming with me," Brendon smiled. He walked a little further and then stopped. "We're here!" I sighed, relieved. It felt like it took forever to get here. Brendon walked to where Ryan was sitting. I'm assuming he was expecting me because he offered me a packet of M&Ms as soon as Brendon sat me down. I took them, thanking Ryan. Brendon kissed Ryan before sitting in between us. Ryan just smiled, before looking up at Brendon. He looked at me again. "Brendon's kisses are full of venom, I tell you. They'll kill me one day," Ryan laughed, before slowly leaning in and kissing Brendon again. I looked away, just eating my M&Ms, thinking of Frank. "Merci pour le venin," Ryan purred. Brendon just giggled. Was Ryan speaking French? I guess he saw my puzzled face. He giggled at me and looked off in another direction. I tapped Brendon, looking at him with my quizzical eyebrows raised. "It means, 'Thank you for the venom'," Brendon giggled. He reached over and took ahold of Ryan's hand, making Ryan look back at us. Thank you for the venom? That'd be a cool name for a song. The three of us just talked for awhile. A good few hours at least. Finally, I asked Brendon if he'd take me to the hospital. "What?" He panicked. "Why?! Are you alright?!" Brendon poked at me and I just laughed. "No, silly," I giggled, rolling my eyes somewhat playfully. "Frankie's there. His father hurt him last night and I haven't got to see him." "Oh," he relaxed. He stood up and held out his hand. "C'mon then. Let's get moving before it gets dark. It's a long walk, you know. Maybe thirty minutes?" I nodded and took his hand. He hauled me to my feet I and waved goodbye to Ryan. He waved back and blew Brendon a kiss. Brendon, of course, being gay Brendon, caught the kiss and 'shoved it in his pocket'. I wish I had someone who loved me like that. Brendon and I started walking. By the time we finally made it out of there, it was twilight. The sky looked so beautiful. As I observed it, I thought about how beautiful Frankie was. I could never compare. I am ugly and I hate myself. I am ugly and he is so beautiful. He will always be an angel. My angel. But not mine. Brendon took me to the front of the hospital before giving me a hug. I wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you for helping me," I whispered. Brendon was really awesome in my book. And the way he looks at Ryan... He is full of love. So much love. "No problem, princess," he giggled, pulling away. I jokingly punched him on the arm and he giggled harder. "So, did you like Ryan? I know you've seen him but I know you've never properly met him. So, you like?" "Sure, he's cool," I smiled. I looked at the front doors of the hospital. "I gotta go see him." "Okay, bye sassy," he giggled. I watched as he walked off. Turning around, I walked inside the hospital and walked up to the lady at the desk. "Yes?" "May I visit with Frank Iero?" I asked nervously. "Room 409." "Thank you," I uttered as I walked off. Room 409? That would be like, what? The third floor? I made my way to the elevator and pushed the button. I fucking hate elevators. They make me dizzy. But for my angel, I'd do anything. I made my way to room 409. I didn't enter. Not yet. I thought about what I needed to say. I could waltz in there and be all like, 'Frankie, I'm sorry your dad beat you up because you're gay and oh, by the way, I love you'. No. Just no. I knocked on the door quietly, deciding to wing it. When nobody answered, I knocked again. The door was suddenly opened by BJ, who sighed at the sight of me. I looked from the floor, meeting his gaze. BJ rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Came to apologize?" He sneered. I nodded. I knew it was my fault. I know things, remember? "BJ, who's there?" Frank asked weakly. I tried to look around BJ, but he kept stepping in my way. "Who is it, Billie?" Frank snapped. I stepped around BJ, walking right to Frank's bedside. I placed a hand on top of his when he didn't say anything. Tears started to slowly make their way down my cheeks as I looked for the right words. BJ rolled his eyes again, before leaving. Frank cupped my face, tilting it up to make eye contact. "Gerard," he whispered, rubbing my face with his thumb. He used his other hand to grab my hand and squeeze lightly. "Is everything okay?" "I should be asking you," I whispered softly. I feel fucking terrible. I hate myself for asking Frank to kiss me... Well, sort of. If I didn't, he wouldn't have told his dad (I hoped) and he wouldn't be here in the hospital. Everything is my fault. "I'm fine," he said genuinely. "But are you? You look like a total wreck. No offence. Don't lie, Gee. Are you okay?" I shook my head. And that's when I started sobbing. Frank pulled me into him and I just sobbed. I climbed up next to him, just sniffling now. I looked at him and he looked at me. "I'm so sorry," I croaked. He cupped my face again. "Everything is all my fault. If I never asked you to kiss me--" "It's not your fault, Gee," he interrupted. He caressed my face for a moment or two. "I decided it was better to tell him, okay? Not your fault. And I'm glad you asked me to kiss you. It's awesome that you trust me enough to kiss you when you're not even gay and I am. And when I fooled around and touched you and you liked it, despite that you're probably straight, I figured it was because you've never had those kind of actions thrown upon you. I just love that you can trust me with anything. It makes me feel good. You know what else makes me feel good? You. You know what else? My guitar. You know what else? Coffee." I didn't hear BJ. I heard me. I chuckled. I was totally cheered up now. But, I decided to take the risk and ask him the question that I've been wanting to ask since yesterday. "W-well, how did the kiss make you feel?" He looked at me for a moment and giggled. "Pretty damn good," he grinned. God, he's adorable. My angel is fucking beautiful. "But, you know... that was only a one time thing. I still really like BJ and all that. So... Yeah." My heart probably just broke. It stopped beating. Something happened because I feel dead. "May I ask how it made you feel?" He asked. I looked into his eyes and back to my legs. It made me feel perfect. I felt wanted, excited, nervous and happy or whatever. But I didn't look away from my legs. I sat there for a moment. "Wanted?" I shrugged. Yes, that's how I felt. Wanted. No one else made me feel wanted. And I knew what being wanted felt like for a moment. Even if he didn't want me. I still felt good like he if he did. I nodded. "Yes. Wanted." Frank faked a smile and looked away. "I wonder what that feels like," he sighed. I saw the look of sadness lingering on his face. Billie Joe didn't want him? I know I sure did. I wanted him so bad. And I never showed him. That's why he never felt wanted. No one ever showed him. And I was about to. "Frank," I whispered, cupping his face and turning his head to meet my gaze. I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips against his. God, those fucking lips of his. They're so damn soft. He didn't move for a minute, but then he reciprocated and placed a hand on my waist. I lifted myself up and carefully swung my leg over his, straddling him, but on my knees. I was cupping his face with one hand, and cupping his neck with the other. He was slipping his hands up the back of my shirt, making my cold skin start to warm up. I could have stayed like this with him forever. We were just perfect together; our lips fit together like two pieces of a puzzle and then with they way we connected... I pulled away slightly, our foreheads still touching and I still felt his warm breath on my face. "That's what it's like to feel wanted," I whispered. I opened my eyes and he opened his. I looked into those beautiful hazel orbs and couldn't look away. I carefully climbed off of him, sitting the way I was before. We sat in silence for a few moments, recollecting our thoughts on the situation. I looked out the window and notice that dusk had fallen... and of course, I had to walk home. I sighed. Frank looked at me worriedly. "I gotta walk home, Frankie," I said, getting up. He grabbed my arm and looked at me. I looked back at him. "Or you could just stay here," he offered. "It's too dark for you to be walking home alone. What if you run into Bert McCracken? What if you run into him and he beats you and leaves you for dead? Or what if, god forbid, you get kidnapped or murdered or robbed? Things are better if you stay." I blushed. Frankie really did care about me. "But my mom will flip, my brother will worry and Tobias..." I paused, looking for the right words to say. "Tobias will just keep saying I'm dead or something because he's an asshole, and Mikey will cry." He raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed. I sat back down next to him on the bed and he smiled. "Thank you," he said softly. I hugged him. "They'll be fine, Gerard. And you'll be okay here. BJ went home for the night, okay? You can just lay with me. Everything will be okay, alright? Now, come here and let me warm you up." I nodded and snuggled up beside him. He was nice and warm. He lifted the blankets so I could climb underneath and I did. He shivered when I curled up beside him. "Damn, you're cold," he gasped. I giggled then looked up at my angel. "Oh, and one more thing. No sex tonight, okay? I'm still too fucked up. Otherwise, I'd be fucking you hard." I blushed and pulled away from him, just staring at him as he giggled. I rolled my eyes at him. Thank god, this was a joke. When he finished laughing, he smirked like a motherfucker. I just rolled my eyes again, still blushing like hell. "Oh lighten up," he giggled. "I'm just joking. Or am I? I'm not sure. You're pretty cute. I don't understand how you're still a virgin. I mean, look at you. You're sweet, you're a good listener, you're sexy as fuck. I don't get it. I would totally fuck you. That is, if I had no boyfriend and you were gay and if we weren't in a fucking hospital." Holy. Fuck. Oh my god. He just called me sexy. He just said he'd fuck me. Oh god, I think I'm gonna die. I blushed a deeper shade of red. Like, red red. I just stared at him. I couldn't even move. After a few moments, I gathered the courage to talk. "Um, I am gay," I gulped. "Well, I'm not. I'm bisexual like BJ. And you're fucking with me, right?" He shook his motherfucking head and smiled. "Shit," I whispered. If he and BJ were broken up, he'd fucking fuck me. Not that it's a bad thing. I just know he'll never leave BJ. I don't know why I think he won't. I just do. "Do I have a reason to?" He asked, pulling me back down to lay next to him. "You're a cutie. Anyone would be lucky to get to fuck you. Whether it's Lindsey, fucking me, anyone. You're such a good person, Gerard. Like I said, I don't know how you're still a virgin. As it is, I fucking stole your first kiss. It's just... you're just... awesome. You're a sweetheart. Would I lie to you?" "No," I whispered, still blushing a deep scarlet color. "Thanks, Frankie. I'm just not confident. I'm not brave enough to tell anyone how I feel about them. I'm a coward. I'm..." "You're not a coward. You're just... I don't know how to describe you. You... You're the type that needs to be approached with this type of thing. Maybe you can approach the one you like (which I'm guessing is Lindsey) in a different way. Does that make sense?" I nodded and started to play with my hands. "Okay good," he said. *** Frank was finally out of the hospital. It had been three days. I was in the classroom, waiting for class to start, when BJ appeared in the doorway. God, I did not wanna see him. I looked up at him. He walked in and took a seat on the desk. "Hey," he sighed. I looked away from him. "So. How's it going?" "Um, fine," I replied. I stood up, ready to leave the room. BJ stood up, too. He took ahold of my arm. "Hey, wait," he said, letting go of my arm. "I just wanna chitchat. So... Random topic." I raised my eyebrows at him. "C'mon, I need to talk to someone. Now, pick a topic." "Um," I said, thinking of some topic that would be interesting. When I came up with nothing, I just decided to ask. "Well, how are you and Frank doing?" "Good," BJ nodded. I rolled my eyes at him. "Well, I know who'll be getting some sex tonight. And you know it's definitely not you. Hey, by the way, that reminds me. Are you still a virgin? Or did you and Lindsey Ballato...?" Fuck. I really don't wanna talk to motherfucking BJ about my private sex life. If it even exists. "Yeah, I am," I sighed. Oh well. He already knew anyway. I'll probably die a virgin, but... whatever, I guess. "Lindsey only kissed me on the cheek." "Oh, that sucks. And I mean, it's not like you'll even know what to do or anything. You're inexperienced. You've never had sex. You'll just disappoint whoever you get to even have sex with you." I wanted to punch him so fucking hard in the face. But I didn't. "Yeah I guess," I murmured. He needed that punch so bad. He was so stupid. And he doesn't deserve my angel. He doesn't. "Well, if you come with me to the bathroom, I'll help you." What. The. Fuck? "Huh," I spluttered, still trying to made sense of this. Did Billie Joe fucking Armstrong just tell me that he was going to...? Oh hell fuck no. "C'mon, I'll show you a few things," BJ whispered, getting closer and closer to me. He tried to kiss me, but I shoved him away. What is he even doing? "You're with Frank," I responded angrily. How could he even think about cheating on Frank? With his best friend, nonetheless! "And besides, Billie, I don't like you like that. I'm not even sure if I like you at all. I tolerate you because Frankie likes you. I don't give an actual flying fuck about you. So fuck off and leave me alone." BJ rolled his eyes. I left the classroom and started to head for the bathroom. My cubical would keep him out unless he kicked down the door; he couldn't fit under the door, but Frank and I could. He began to follow me, so I walked even faster. When I reached the bathroom, I saw Frank talking to Ray beside his locker. Other kids were just doing their thing and talking. BJ couldn't try anything here. BJ called for me to wait, but I turned around immediately. "If you don't stop this shit right now, I'll tell Frank," I warned. I would, too. Frank was standing not too far away and I could go right up to him. I don't know if he'd believe me, but I'd beg for him to. "No, you won't," he smirked, before shoving me into the bathroom. He pushed me up against the wall and started to kiss me. "Get the fuck away from me!" I shouted, turning my head to the side. He kept trying to kiss me again, but I kept turning my head. What the fuck is he doing?! I thought he liked Frank! I kept fighting him. I spat in his face and he slapped me hard across mine. "Last straw, Gee," he hissed. He smirked at me. "Just cooperate. I'm teaching you things, okay? Fuck, don't get all pissed and turn into a pansy." "Don't call me that," I snapped, looking him directly in the eyes. I was scared to death and so close to crying, but I tried to keep it cool, so I wouldn't appear weak. But I was failing miserably. My face was laced with fear. "Which one? Gee, or pansy?" "Neither!" I spat in his face again. I knew I would regret it, but I didn't know what else to do. I had a very bad feeling that this was gonna be bad for me and I needed to stop him. I definitely was telling Frank if I lived. And at this point, I didn't know if I would or not. I knew BJ wouldn't kill me, but I definitely would kill myself if I didn't stop him. BJ just smirked at me again. I shot him a perplexed look. I had no idea what he had planned behind that stupid smirk of his, but I knew it wasn't good. Well, for me anyway. BJ pulled off my shirt and kissed my neck, then bit into it real hard. I yelped. I knew I was close to crying any minute now... I couldn't hold back the tears much longer. I was utterly terrified. BJ unzipped my jeans, and I flipped out. I started hitting him, but he spun me around so I was facing the wall. He pushed me hard against it, and then took off his tie to use it to bound my hands. Then I heard BJ unzipping his jeans, and I nearly passed out. I couldn't believe what was going on. He yanked down my pants, and luckily, I still had my boxers on. Yet, he somewhat fixed that problem for himself. He slid his hand into my boxers. "Frank, help me, please," I whispered softly. I knew Frank couldn't hear me, but it was worth saying. I needed to hear myself beg for help to realize how this was gonna go down. And if I am going down, sugar, I'm going down swinging. I pushed BJ away from me and tried to run, but he had a nice grip on me and it hurt to yank away, and he was swift, and I had my pants at my ankles. He grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I cried out slightly, trying to comprehend what was going on. BJ flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my boxers down, too. He straddled me, somewhat pinning me down. This was exactly how I imagined prison being. And oh god, I knew I was done for. I couldn't fight anymore. And all the tears started spilling freely from my eyes. I started to sob. And even though this was it, I found myself not giving up just yet. "Frank!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I wasn't giving up now. I kept calling for him. "Frank! Help me! Frank!! Frank, please!" And it was if my angel was somewhat connected to me. He heard me. Just when I thought It was all over, just when I was giving up and BJ was about to rape me, my angel ran into the bathroom in panic. He stared at BJ wide-eyed in horror. "What the fuck is going on?!" He yelled. I started to sob again. Maybe he thought this was all my fault. Maybe he thought that I begged BJ to do this. I wasn't sure what he thought, but he looked PISSED. THE. FUCK. OFF. "Billie, what are you doing?! Gerard? What in the motherfucking hell is going on?!" He looked at my sad eyes and tragically kissed lips. And in an instant, he knew exactly what was talking place here. He pushed BJ off me and started yelling. "Billie! What the fuck we're you trying to do?!" He yelled. I knew he knew exactly what Billie Joe wanted and was trying to do to me, but I guess he wanted to hear it for himself. "Frankie, help me out here, will ya?" Billie demanded. He smirked at me again and I wanted to rip his face off. "No, get the fuck up and leave him alone!" "I was trying to teach him things, Frankie," Billie sighed. Billie then looked down at me. "But he wouldn't let me. So fine, keep your friend somewhat innocent. I know he's not. But whatever floats your boat. You can have your little virgin all to yourself." Billie scoffed and zipped up his pants. He walked over to the door with Frank staring at him with hate filled eyes. Frank had his back to me; my angel was protecting me. "Just call me when you're ready to apologize." And with that, Billie Joe left the bathroom. Frank was still staring at the door for several moments. "Frankie," I whimpered softly, voice cracking. Frank spun around, all the hatred immediately leaving his eyes as he fixed his gaze upon my weak body. I was really embarrassed; I was naked in front of Frank and I couldn't pull my pants up because my hands were literally tied. Frank untied my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position. He pulled me into an embrace and I sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder and neck. Frank was rubbing my back with one hand, and running fingers through my long black hair with the other. And we sat like that for a moment in silence. Then Frank started speaking. "I'm going to break up with him, okay?" He said softly. He pulled away a little, leaving our foreheads still touch. Cupping my face, he used his thumb to wipe away my tears. "Hey, Gerard, are you okay? He didn't touch you, did he? What happened exactly?" "He- he slapped me," I gulped. I looked at Frank and tears started to fall out of my eyes again. He wiped them away. "He... touched me... Put his hand in my boxers. Slammed me against the wall and tossed me to the floor. He kissed me and I- I didn't like it..." After I finished speaking, Frank hugged me again. I smiled. I felt safe in his arms. After he pulled away, he hauled me to my feet. He looked me over one time, but his eyes lingered below my waist for far too long. Shit. I realized my pants were still down. I blushed and attempted to reach down and pull them up, but my back was killing me. I groaned when I bent over. Frank stood me upright. Perplexed, I stood there for a moment looking at him. "Allow me," he blushed, keeping a hand on my hip. "That is, if you don't mind me doing it for you. I just don't wanna see you hurting yourself even more, okay?" I nodded and Frank let go of my hip. He crouched down to grab the waistband of my boxers. His face was dangerously close to my crotch area and I blushed deeper, but pretended like I didn't notice. Frank grabbed the waistband and began to pull them up, but got distracted, letting his eyes go back to where they were and letting them linger. I bit my lip. This was a very awkward situation. I looked down at him and at the same time, he looked up at me and we made eye contact. He blushed deeper and pulled up my boxers. Then he pulled up my jeans and insisted on buttoning and zipping them up for me. "I- I'm sorry," he said, blushing even harder. He pushed his hair behind his ears, revealing more of his bright red face. He took off his hoodie and handed it to me to put on, since BJ lost my shirt in here somewhere. "Here. Gerard, I- I didn't mean to look. It's just... You... Wow. You make me... I... Uh... You..." "It's okay, Frankie." "You're beautiful. You're perfect." I hugged him again. I felt more tears spilling out of my eyes and I hugged him tighter. No one's ever called me beautiful or perfect. Why would they? But I guess Frank is just different. He thinks I'm beautiful and perfect and god, I'm in love with my angel. I really believe he was sent here to keep me in line, like a guardian angel. My guardian angel. And I'm in love with him. And maybe now that him and Billie are over, maybe, just maybe, he'll tell me he's in love with me, too. And maybe, now he'll want me like I've been wanting him. Frank pulled away. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He wiped away my tears again. And just before we walked out the door, Frank said something that I'll never forget. "I mean it. It's true. You're so beautiful and so perfect. You're beautiful to me, Gerard. And never let anyone tell you otherwise, because they will be lying. I can promise you that. Never let anyone tell you that you're not good enough. Because you are. You're good enough for me..." – Oh Frank. Frank thinks he's slick, doesn't he? Oh, by the way, I don't hate Billie Joe or have anything against him. Somebody had to be the bad boyfriend, though. And yay! More frerard! I heart frerard. And petekey. I heart frerard probably too much. Too much being staying up until 4am reading frerard fics and watching frerard videos. Yep. But there's ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG with frerard. So does anyone even like this? I've got more planned. But this will probably be MAYBE fifteen chapters. Idk I have a hard time coming up with ideas. Dedicated to niamhshimwell because you are amazing.. Think of Brendon next time you see or smell a watermelon. Actually, go into a store where the watermelons are and just look around and when someone asks what you're doing, say "I smell the watermelons. Brendon is close." Just an idea. :-P I'm weird. But I'm sure you guys are too! Xoxo You know who.

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