Oh Baby Let Me In

Frank's P.O.V: *One week later* I yawned as me and Bob arrived on the school grounds. I didn't sleep very much. My mother ended up falling ill last night and my father was at work so I had to help her. I didn't mind. She helped me a lot so it was the least I could do. I looked around and saw that stupid Jeremy with Gerard. What was so good about this guy? Why does he get to hang with Gerard and I don't? I haven't laid a finger on Gerard. Okay so that situation with Mikey could have gone better. I know but that's all I have done wrong. It's like hanging around Brendon makes everyone hate and be afraid of you. I don't want Gee to be afraid of me. I want him to see past the fact I'm friends with Brendon. I saw Gerard turn and he glanced at me before I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and a familiar voice. "Hey Frankie boy. How are you today?" Brendon asked, his tag along Ryan looking at the floor before walking past us all. "I'm good." I said not bothering to ask about him. He nodded and we went to class in silence. I tried talking to Gerard during science but he partnered up with some weird kid called Dylan. I had to be put with this weird lass named Taylor. *A few hours later* I headed towards the smoking area to meet Brendon. We both had a free period and decided to meet here. When I walked around the corner my eyes landed on Gerard. He hadn't seen me yet and he was alone. Now's my chance. I knew I shouldn't but I did it anyway. I pushed him against the wall causing him to drop his cigarette, he looked at me in fear and I pressed my lips against his kissing him slowly. Of course an asshole had to spoil the moment. "Nice going Iero. You cornered the fag and teased him." He laughed. I pulled away and gave Gerard an apologetic look but he just looked pissed. Brendon moved towards him and punched him in the stomach. Gerard doubled over in pain and Jeremy's voice boomed from behind us. Me and Brendon spun around to face him. He headed straight to Brendon and I stood there frozen as he landed punch after punch at Brendon. Once he was done he turned to me. Brendon got up and staggered away as fast as he could. Gerard looked at me as he stood up. "I fucking hate you." He snapped at me, tears in his eyes. "Stay the fuck away from me." I gulped as I got ready for the punch from Jeremy. It didn't happen thanks to Ray walking towards us. "There you are Frank! I've been looking all over for you. Your dad called. He needs your help at work." I nodded and walked away quickly. The last thing I heard was Jeremy's voice saying "This isn't the end Frank." But the only thing that hurt most was knowing that Gerard hated me. ---------------------- I groaned slightly as my father handed me a bucket and sponge. My job was to clean a patient of his. I didn't have a problem with it. I just didn't want to. I wasn't in the mood to. I made my way into the room and was surprised to see Gerard laid on the bed with an old woman. He had his eyes closed with a beautiful smile on his face and hadn't noticed me yet. The woman had. "Hello dear." She greeted me with. "Good afternoon ma'am." I replied and walked over. Gerard's eyes opened fast and were on me. "What are you doing here?" He spat. I held up the bucket and sponge "I have to clean the lovely lady there." I walked over and Gerard stood up, blocking me from getting close to the woman. "I don't want you anywhere near her!" He raised his voice enough that my dad walked in and gave me an annoyed look. "Frank what is going on?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Well I was trying to do what you asked but Gerard won't let me anywhere near this young woman." My dad looked towards Gerard. "Gerard?" Gerard didn't take his angry eyes off me. "I don't want...him...near my Grandma." Dad looked back at me. "Go home Frank." I frowned but nodded. "Yes father." I said, then left. ----------------------- I laid on my bed pissed off that Gerard was so mad at me. I have to find a way to sort things with him. Maybe I can try getting him alone again. But how when he's always with Jeremy? How can I get him to stop hating me? I have to think of something and fast. ----------------------- The next three weeks consisted of me trying to get Gerard alone and failing, badly. Either he was with Jeremy or a new kid with short black hair and light blonde spiky strands at the front. The guy was always smiling and making the others laugh. I'd asked around and found out his name is Mark Hoppus. A friend of the families kid. So absolutely no chance of getting Gerard alone. ------------------------ On the Monday of week four, Gerard didn't show up. Neither did Mikey or Jeremy. Pete, Billy and Mark looked miserable most of the time. They weren't there on Tuesday either. By Wednesday I was worried. Thursday I couldn't concentrate. By Friday I'd decided to confront Pete about their whereabouts. So when break came around I headed towards them at the smoking area with Ray and Bob. "Pete." I called as I headed towards him. He watched in fear as we approached him. Billy and Mark stepped in front of him. "Back off." Mark snapped. I sighed. "I'm not here to cause trouble." Billy snorted. "Yeah right." "I just want to know why Gerard, Mikey and Jeremy haven't been at school." Pete looked angry all of a sudden. "You just can't leave them alone, can you?" He snapped. "They don't need your shit right now. They're already coping with too much as it is. Especially with Gee...." Billy pulled him into a hug as he started crying. My heart started pounding. What's wrong with Gerard? Ray stepped forward. "Pete? What's happened? Is Gee okay? What about Mikey? And Don and Donna?" Pete pulled back to look at Ray. "Don and Donna are busy trying to arrange the f...funeral." My heart stopped. I turned and ran out of the school grounds. I knew where they lived because Ray had pointed it out a while ago. So I headed there. The words played over and over in my head. 'Especially Gee...' 'Don and Donna are busy trying to arrange a funeral.' Please don't let it be Gerard. Please...no. I arrived at the Way home in record time. I looked up at the building biting my bottom lip. I just decided to go for it. I walked up to the front door and knocked. After what seemed like a lifetime, the door opened to reveal a very tired and sad looking Jeremy. As soon as he saw me he grabbed me by the collar and slammed my back against the wall beside the door. He turned a very angry face to me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He snapped. "Gerard does not need your shit. He's going through enough." I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. Gerard's not who the funerals for. "Please..." I started. But he interrupted me. "Please what? I don't have time for this." He grabbed me by the collar and pushed me away from the house. "Just go. Leave them to mourn in peace." "Please." I tried again. "I just want to know if Gerard's okay. I...err...I kinda really like him." Jeremy frowned. "Your a lying fucking prick." I shook my head. "No. I'm telling the truth. I'm not leaving till I know Gerard is okay. I don't care what you do to me. I need to know he's alright." Jeremy sighed. "I can't fucking believe I actually believe you." He ran his fingers through his hair looking really tired again. "Grandma Elena....died last weekend. Gerard is taking it hardest because they were so close. He won't eat. He sleeps less than he ever has. All he does is stay in his room and mope." I frowned. Poor Gee. "Maybe I could help? You look like you could use a rest." Jeremy sighed. "Good luck with that. But if you hurt him in any way, I'll fucking kill you. You understand?" "I promise, I won't hurt him. I just want to help him." Jeremy sighed. "Fine. This way." I descended the stairs and saw Gerard laid on his large bed. He was face down and had his eyes closed. I walked over and sat on the bed beside him. I put a hand on his back and rubbed it, trying to sooth him. It was heart breaking seeing him like this.

Notes

Happy Easter. xxx