(Love)letters <<<ON HOLD>>>

Mikey had ordered a pizza for Frank before he joined Ray and Pete on the sofa to watch a horror movie from Gerards huge collection. Frank had mentioned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of horror movies so Gerard stayed with him on the floor.

“Did you draw all of these?” Frank asked, pointing to a few pieces of sketchbook-paper that hung on the wall next to Gerard’s bed. Gerard proudly nodded.

“That is amazing!”

Gerard slightly blushed but managed to hide it behind his hair.

‘Do you draw?’ He wrote on his whiteboard before giving it to Frank.

“I do, not as good as all of this though. I draw small doodles of ghosts most of the time.”

Gerard got up to get some pencils and sketch paper and put it on the floor in front of Frank.

‘Show me.’ He wrote on one of the pieces of paper.

“Are you sure? I’m nowhere near as good as you are.”
Gerard frowned at this and got another piece of paper.

‘When it comes to art, you can’t be better or worse than someone else. It’s art. It’s not even supposed to be good most of the time’ He handed it to Frank, who read the whole thing before he responded with “I suppose”.

He pulled up his sleeves so that his hands were visible and the first thing that Gerard noticed where his tattoos. Both of his hands and all of his fingers were covered in tattoos. This guy was 16 and his hands were covered in tattoos. Gerard looked up at him and caught his eye contact before pointing to Frank’s hands.

“The tattoos? Yeah, i started when i was fourteen and i guess i’m addicted now. Better than drugs though.”

Gerard grabbed his whiteboard and wrote down ‘there’s more than just your hands?’

Frank let out a small -and insanely cute- laugh and pulled his sleeves up as far as they would let him. His arms were covered in tattoos. Gerard wanted to touch them, trace them with his fingers. But, you know, that would be kind of weird since they’re both guys and they just met and there’s other people in the room so.

While Frank was doodling his little ghosts, Gerard was building up courage to ask Frank if he could draw his tattoos. Just drawing people wasn’t that hard for Gerard anymore, but people with tattoos… He never drew anyone with tattoos.

Gerard took a deep breath and reached for his whiteboard that had ended up somewhere across the room while they we’re drawing but just as he was about to reach it, the doorbell rang again. It scared him so bad that he missed his whiteboard and fell face-first on the floor. Mikey already ran upstairs to actually get the pizza and Frank was staring in horror at Gerard, who was now just sitting there, staring at the floor, with a bloody nose.

Gerard honestly did not even care about the blood gushing out of his nose, he had already embarrassed himself enough, he’d probably make it worse if he did anything. And even worse, he could hear Frank getting up and walking away, there goes his only chance for a friend. He felt a tear streaming down his cheek and he was just thankful for the fact that his hair was long enough to cover that up.

He heard Mikey come downstairs, and before he could walk over to Gerard, he heard Frank’s voice. “go watch the movie, i got it, thanks for the pizza by the way”. Gerard heard footsteps coming closer and he just turned his head the other way to hide it. That’s when he noticed the blood on the floor, it was quite a lot but he was not going to let anyone know that he was slightly freaked out so he just closed his eyes.

Gerard felt a hand on his shoulder, but he refused to look up. Why was he always so easy to break? “Gerard, i need you to look up” he said quietly. Gerard did not respond. “Gerard, please, let’s get rid of all this blood.” Frank sat down in front of him. “Fine” Frank said to him, trying to sound nonchalant, “I won’t move until you let me help you.”

Gerard did not move for a good five minutes until he heard Frank whisper “please?”. Gerard shivered and more tears started to roll down his face. He wanted to ask Frank why, but of course he couldn’t so he just slightly lifted his head until he could see Frank through his hair. “There you go” Frank whispered. Gerard wanted to let him know that wanted Frank to keep whispering so that the boys on the sofa wouldn’t notice how miserable he really was right now. But he trusted Frank and for some stupid reason he knew that Frank would be as quiet as possible. Gerard lifted his head so that Frank could help him, but he refused to look the younger boy in the eyes.

Frank moved his hair and Gerard noticed that he had grabbed a tissue box and way too many wet towels. Frank totally ignored the tears, that were clearly visible at this point, and cleaned up Gerards hands, neck and face, while Gerard held a tissue to his nose and slightly tilted his head back to stop the bleeding.

When the bleeding had stopped, Gerard put his bloody tissue on the floor next to him. He was still trying his best to stare at the floor instead of at Frank. “Gerard?” Frank whispered when he finished cleaning Gerard’s face. Gerard looked him in the eyes for barely a second before he looked down at the floor again. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

And that’s when Gerard broke out in tears, he covered his face in his hands and his shoulders started shaking like crazy. Frank actually started panicking now. Of course Gerard did not want to be seen like this by the others so Frank's first instinct was to try to calm his new friend down. He sat down next to Gerard, against the wall, and he started to rub circles on his back. His mom used to do this to him before she turned into the mental woman that she is now.

After maybe 30 minutes Gerard had finally calmed down, he knew that he would not be able to write right now, his hands were still shaking too much. So he just looked up at Frank and tried to say ‘sorry’ even though no sound came out.
Frank knew what he tried to say and whispered. “Listen, i honestly have no idea what’s going on, but i’m sure that non of it is your fault.” Gerard looked up at Frank in confusion, tears still streaming down his face. He was a failure. He wanted to impress this guy and the only thing he did was hurt himself and cry in front of him. He looked away from Frank in embarrassment. Frank reached to get the paper and pencils they were previously using for their doodles and he gave a piece of paper and a penic to Gerad. “tell me why please?” Gerard nodded and just started to write. It’s not like he had anything else to lose.

He gave it to Frank when he was done and completely turned around so that he didn’t have to see his reaction. ‘What happened- i guess i was kind of trying to impress you with my drawing skills and then i wanted to ask if i could draw your tattoos and i got scared by the doorbell and fell and i was just trying to make a friend and i ended up bleeding and crying in front of you and i’m just so sorry.’

Frank read it twice and then put his hand on Gerard’s shoulder to turn him around. “If you’re trying to tell me that you’re an idiot, then that makes two of us. And i don’t understand your ‘trying to make a friend’ comment because i thought we already were friends.”

Gerard looked down again, but this time not out of embarrassment, well, kind of, he was actually blushing like crazy. That’s when Frank pulled him in a hug and he’d deny it if you’d ask him but Gerard was smiling the whole time. Gerard was actually the one who broke the hug because he realized that Frank still did not eat anything.

Gerard got up and got the pizza box off the coffee table and put it in front of Frank. Frank had barely said thank you before he started on his first slice. About halfway through he asked Gerard if he wanted a piece as well. Gerard declined because i usually never ate after 8 and Frank still seemed very hungry.

The movie that the others were watching ended as Frank started on his last slice. It was time to talk about tomorrows plans. They were gonna get some clothes and other basic stuff that Frank needed to live. They had to get Frank out of the house without their parents noticing and that was probably the hardest part. The boys decided that they would all just go to bed and set the alarm for 8 in the morning, an hour before they usually woke up so that they had a full hour to get ready. They would take their breakfast downstairs and if someone came downstairs they would hide someone with Frank in the bathroom so that their parents wouldn’t question it. They were planning on just distracting their parents so they could get Frank to go out through the front door and if that didn’t work there was always the small basement window.

There were two mattresses on the floor, a one person one and a two person one. And both of them had been claimed by Mikey, Pete and Ray. “You can have the sofa Frank.” Mikey said while handing him two blankets. “Thank you Mikey!” Frank said happily, this was probably the most comfortable thing he slept on since he left his house, including the motel’s bed. Gerard smiled at his new friend before he turned off the lights and got in his own bed.

Notes

I'm so sorry that i kept you guys waiting for so long!!
It's currently 2:30 and i finally finished chapter 7.

I'm sorry if i made any typos or grammar mistakes, i'm just really tired and i wanted to put this online for you guys. I'm sorry for being late :(

-Nyxx

ps. tell me if you find any mistakes so i can fix them as soon as possible please?