No Coffee For Gee ~rewritten~

(Time Lapse- Monday morning)

Gee hadn't seen Frankie all weekend. He'd declined every phone call Frankie tried to make to him, and refused to see him when he'd turned up at the house. He was embarrassed and scared and didn't want to face him. He was also angry.
He was angry at Mikey, but more, at Patrick.

Patrick was the only person who Gee had ever told about his skirt, and about that one time he'd gone to the mall outside of town in it, just to see if he could.

Gee had sworn Patrick to secrecy, but by the fact that Mikey did what he did, and said what he said, it was obvious that Patrick had betrayed him, and now Gee was pissed.

He couldn't stand the thought of walking to school with Mikey today, and even the thought of meeting Frankie on the way made him shake with fear. What would the other boy think of him now? A freak who liked girls clothes.. Gee was pretty sure Frankie would dump him, and he wanted to put that inevitability off for as long as possible.

He decided to slip out of the house early and go for coffee at the little cafe near the school.
He knew his dad would tear a strip off his ass for ditching his little shit of a brother, but right now, he really didn't care.

He took a different route that morning. He didn't pass Frankie's house, just in case.

After he'd sat and drank his large caramel latte, he nodded goodbye to the girl behind the counter, then hitched his bag up onto his shoulder, and headed reluctantly to school.

Stepping through the gates, he spotted Patrick.

There was a good twenty minutes before homeroom, so he decided to confront him. But not here. Too many kids. Too many chances for the entire school to find out about his skirt.

Gee followed Patrick, and wasn't surprised when he saw him headed toward the shed. Perfect. Only him and his druggy friends ever went in there, and Gee was pretty sure he'd heard that they had been suspended for a week after being caught with alcohol on school property. So no chance of being interrupted or disturbed.

Gee slipped inside about a minute after his ex best friend.

"Patrick."

He said through gritted teeth as he rounded a stack of boxes.

"I can't believe you did that!"

Patrick looked up through the smoke.

"Gee. Wanna hit?"

"You're stoned at 8 in the morning?"

Gee looked at him in disbelief, then shook his head in annoyance.

"Fuck whatever.. You wanna destroy yourself with that shit, go right ahead. I don't give a fuck anymore."

He ran a hand angrily through his red hair.

"I just wanna know why Patrick. Why did you tell him?.. Do you really hate me that much?.. Did our friendship mean nothing at all?"

Gee visibly deflated.

"I.. I hate you Patrick."

His voice was little more than a whisper. Tears ran down his pale cheeks.

"I'll never forgive you for this. Never!"

"Man, you are too wound up Gee, what's all this hate talk for?"

Patrick took another drag.

"The skirt, Patrick!.. You told Mikey, Patrick!.. Ring any bells?"

"Skiiiiirt?"

Patrick blinked a few times.

"Oh man Gee, you and that skirt like uh...two years ago! You looked good you know. I think that's when I really liked you."

He took another hit.

"Yeah, I wanted to go to the mall with you and be your boyfriend...even if it was only pretend. You loooked soooo sexy."

Patrick smiled dopily.

"You swore Patrick."

Gee said weakly.

"You swore you'd never tell anyone, and what did you do?.. You went and told Mikey.. MIKEY Patrick!.. How could you?!"

"I told Mikey?"

Patrick blinked again.

"When?"

Gee's mouth fell open. After a moment he recovered enough to stutter out..

"You.. You don't even r..remember betraying me?!"

He squeezed his eyes shut as more tears fell.

"Oh maaaan, like I ran into Mikey Mikes in the paaaark and I was fuuuuuucked up and he started talking shit about you and how you is ugly and I said naaah, you ain't never seen my man work a skirt."

"AHHHHH!"

Gee screamed as he lunged forward and punched Patrick right in the face. Hard.

Patrick went back and the wall behind him gave way a little from the force behind Gee's punch. Patrick could feel his nose bleeding and his eye swelling up.

"Never ever talk to me again."

Gee shouted, before turning to leave.

Patrick just watched Gee leave not fully understanding what happened.

(time passes)

Gee didn't go to class. He couldn't face it.
Instead, he went to the park and sat under the jungle gym, his earbuds in, Sleeping With Sirens blasting in his ears, and his sketchbook in his lap.
He looked through all his pictures. He tore out every one that he'd done with Patrick in it, and ripped them to pieces.

He was still there at 2:30 when school got out and Frankie walked through the park.
He was asleep under the jungle gym, earbuds still in place.

Frankie had spent most of the day trying to find his boyfriend. After he got kicked out of Gee's house by his father for jumping Mikey, he did everything he could to get a hold of Gee with no luck.
He never walked by with Mikey or Bob in the morning. He found it funny though that Mikey still had to go to school with the shiner that he'd given him.
Frankie couldn't concentrate in any classes. Now he decided to cut through the park on the way home. He almost missed him because of how small he was curled up, but the sight of him made Frankie cry fresh tears.

"Gee."

Frankie crawled under the metal structure and saw that he was asleep. He carefully lifted Gee's head and placed it in his lap.

"Oh Gee. You silly beautiful boy. I know what's going on in that head of yours."

He ran his fingers softly through Gee's hair. He leaned his own head back and closed his eyes letting Gee's shallow breathing put him to rest.

"I.. I hate you Patrick.. I'll never forgive you for this. Never!.. You swore Patrick.. How could you?!.. Never EVER talk to me again."

Gee woke with a jolt and a sharp cry, tears already free falling down his face like rain.. Oh no wait.. It was actually raining, and he was still in the park, and so was..

"F..Frankie?"

"Gee...wait...please don't run away again."

Frankie pulled Gee into his chest.

Gee turned his face away, too tired to fight Frankie's hold.

"I.. I'm s..sorry Frankie. P..please don't l..leave m..me."

"Leave you? Why would I leave you?"

"Cos I'm a f..freak!"

"Yeah, and I'm a weirdo, but we are not singing RadioHead here. Baby, listen to me. I love you, all of you. I'm just hurt that you never shared that part of yourself with me."

"Sh..share it?!"

Gee spluttered.

"How could I?.. You'd h..hate m..me!"

He shook uncontrollably now.

Frankie didn't know how to get through to Gee. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed him.

Gee's eyes went wide and his hands flapped around convulsively for a moment until his brain came back online and he melted into the kiss, his fingers moving to grip the front of Frankie's hoodie, as his eyes fluttered closed.

Frankie pushed everything he had into the kiss. He needed Gee to understand that he was in this forever.

Gee moaned softly, letting Frankie control the kiss.

The rain started to come down harder.

"Come on Gee, my house is closer let's go."

Gee let Frankie pull him out from under the dubious shelter, then they ran, hand in hand through the rain til they reached Frankie's house.
Gee shivered from the cold as the other boy fumbled with his keys.

"Got it."

Frankie opened the door and pulled Gee in. He saw a note on the table that his mom was out with friends. He looked at his shivering boyfriend.

"Come on, I know how to warm you up fast."

He led Gee upstairs.

Gee's teeth were chattering quietly and his nose was running. Damn. He was pretty sure he was gonna get sick now.

"I'm s..sorry F..Frankie."

He whimpered softly, still not sure why Frankie wasn't dumping him right now. He kept his head down low.

Frankie led Gee to his mom's bathroom which had the jets to sooth. He knew it would be great for Gee.

"I.. I saw P..Patrick."

Gee said, miserably.

Frankie sat Gee down on the closed toilet seat and started the water, bringing it to temp.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Frankie didn't want to push him too much.

"He.. He was.."

Gee sobbed slightly, burying his face in his hands.

Frankie wrapped his arms around him.

"Shhh, it's okay baby, just let it all out."

Gee cried into Frankie's shoulder, clinging tight to him.

"He.. He was.. Was stoned!"

He swallowed deeply.

"He.. I.."

He looked up at Frankie through wet lashes.

"I hit him."

Frankie looked at the top of Gee's head. His baby was never violent. He knew it must have been bad. He pulled away and checked the water.

"Come on Gee, let's get you in."

Frankie helped Gee up and carefully began to help him out of his clothes.

"Frankie s..stop!"

Gee grabbed Frankie's hands, stilling them. He couldn't let Frankie see his pink panties. A skirt was one thing, but panties!?
A hot red blush coloured his normally pale cheeks.

"Gee, we need to get you out of these clothes. You are gonna catch a cold!"

Frankie looked at him.

"Hey, look at me. I love here."

He placed one of his hands on Gee's head.

"You're beautiful mind, and here."

He then touched his chest.

"Your sweet heart and soul that would give up everything for someone that he loved."

Frank lifted Gee's face a bit.

"Baby, as beautiful as your body is, it is a bonus to all that I mentioned."

Gee shook his head sharply.

"It's.. It's n..not my b..body I d..don't want you to s..see."

He stuttered, his shivering growing worse by the minute.

"Gee..."

Frankie slid to his knees. His understanding growing. With continued whimpering Gee let him open his jeans to reveal the soft pink inside. Frankie felt Gee try to turn his body in shame, but he wouldn't let him. Instead he placed a small kiss on the soft material in front of him.

"F..Frankie?"

Gee sobbed.

"Shhhh."

Frankie pulled the jeans down more and continued to pepper kisses on all the pink material.

Gee shivered uncontrollably, his teeth chattering louder now.

"C..cold."

He could barely speak, and Frankie's kisses weren't really helping with that either.

Frankie pulled the jeans off and then stood up. He helped take Gee's shirt off.

"Let's get you in."

Frankie placed his hands on Gee's hips.

"You can take them off yourself if you want to..."

Frankie slid a finger under the elastic band.

"...or I can do it for you."

Gee looked up slowly, his lip wobbling from the chill.

"Y..you can."

He whispered, his blush intensifying.

Frankie smiled and then slipped his fingers further inside the band.

"I think you look good in pink."

Then he started to ease them down.

Gee's brain had kind of gone offline now. Frankie was actually into the fact he liked girls panties?.. This could make things interesting.

"Okay..."

Frankie was having trouble breathing with all this skin in front of him.

"Y-Y-You get in. I'll get you something to wear."

"Frankie?"

Gee whimpered as his boyfriend turned to leave.

"Gee?"

"Stay with m..me?"

Gee held out a shaky hand.

"You mean you want me..."

Gee nodded shyly, his head down, barely looking up through his hair, that he was considering having cut again, and maybe going blonde?

"P..please."

Frankie smiled and nodded. He began to take off his own shirt.

Gee stepped toward him and reached hesitantly for Frankie's pants. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, and he wasn't completely convinced that it was just from the cold anymore.

Frankie was now a little hesitant. No one had seen him naked like this before.

Gee looked up at Frankie's face to see his own nerves reflected back at him. He pulled his hands back.

"Y..you don't have to."

He stepped back, trying to cover himself with his hands.

"No no no, I...I want to."

Gee looked down at himself. Why would Frankie want to be near him like this? It was like Mikey kept telling him.. He was disgusting, and no one would ever want to see him naked.

"Why?"

His voice was small and thin.

"I...I love you Gee. I really do and I have for a long time, I just didn't know how to explain it."

Frankie felt like he owed it to his best friend to understand.

"We have been friends for a long time and when my dad died, you were there for me. You didn't laugh when I cried at night and you held me the whole time. Together we can get through anything and together we will get through to Patrick, cause the truth is...I like him and I don't want to lose his friendship either."

Frankie looked up at Gee.

"Gee...I'm really afraid he is going to kill himself."

Gee looked up sharply, horror filling his eyes.

"I.. I told him I.. I hate him."

Gee suddenly didn't feel very well at all. His knees gave out beneath him and he crashed to the tiled floor with a pained yelp.

"Gee!"

Frankie quickly changed the shower to a bath knowing that Gee would not be able to stand now. He helped him into the tub and then moved behind him. He held the boy tightly as he cried.

"I.. I d..didn't m..mean it."

Gee sobbed.

"He just.. He swore he.. he w..wouldn't t..tell."

Gee hated himself right now, far more than he could ever hate Patrick.

"I was j..just so a..angry!"

"It will be alright Gee. Just once you calm down, we will figure this out."

Frankie continued to sooth Gee with his words till he felt him relax. He would help him fix this situation, he will, but first he needed to fix Gee and give him all the TLC that he deserved.

(time passes)

Patrick had never been this fucked up. Once he sobered up, he realized what happened between him and Gee and it made him sick. He could not believe that Gee said he hated him and never wanted to see him again. He had just fucked up the best thing he had ever had in his life. He knew he lost Frankie too. Now he had no one.
He grabbed a full bottle of vodka from Bert's apartment and one of the random bottles of pills there. He found his way to the docks outside of the town where kids came to fish for sunnys with nets and toss them back. It was pretty late so he had no reason to worry about anyone being around. He drank a third of the vodka straight so he would have the courage to take the pills. Then he planned on falling into the lake so it looked like he drowned. Maybe no one would care enough to do an autopsy. People would just assume that he lost his footing and his dad knew he didn't know how to swim. He left no note either. No one would want to read it anyway.

"Here's to you Frankie and Gee. May you have all the love and happiness you deserve with each other."

He held up the bottle and took a drink in mock salute. He then opened the pills and listened to them rattle in the container.

"Soon it will all be over and I can start again in the next life."

He took another swig and then began to tip the pills back into his mouth.

"Hey!"

Pete had been out for a walk when he saw the boy on the dock. He'd seen the vodka and the pills, and decided to intervene.
He grabbed the pill bottle from the boy"s fingers and chucked it into the water.

"Nothing's bad enough to go out like that dude. You know you'd probably chuck your guts up before you died, right? Do you wanna be found like that? Covered in puke?"

Patrick looked up at the boy.

"Why do you give a shit?"

"Cos I've been where you are. I've even swallowed the pills. And I wasn't lucky enough for someone to want to stop me."

Patrick tried to hear through the haze of the alcohol.

"Why did you do it?"

Pete looked out at the water, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Cos my dad didn't take me coming out all that well. He hit me."

He looked down at the other boy.

"I'm Pete by the way."

"My dad was alright with it. I mean he wanted grandkids, but I told him that it was still possible. That seemed to make him happy."

Patrick did a dopey smile that quickly turned into a frown.

"It was stupid though cause no one wants me anyway."

"By no one.."

Pete hedged.

"I take it you mean one specific no one?"

Patrick just looked at Pete. He then tipped the bottle back and finished it.

"Look, just Fuck off okay. I don't need your help. I don't need anyone."

Patrick got up and made to walk away, but instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he pitched into the cold water.

"Fuck!"

Pete exclaimed.

"I liked this shirt."

He kicked off his high tops and jumped off the dock. He grabbed the unconscious boy under his arms and dragged him to the shore.. It was easier than trying to pull him up onto the dock.

"Come on kid.. Don't go dying on me."

He checked the boy's pulse and sighed with relief. He turned the boy onto his side and patted his back hard until he started coughing, water spilling from his mouth.

"Thank God!.. Hey, don't do that again, yeah?"

Patrick continued to cough as he expelled more water from his lungs.

"Y-Y-You sav-v-ved me."

"Yeah. I ruined my favourite shirt, and I don't even know your name."

Patrick looked up at the shirt.

"Was it vintage?"

He didn't even know why he asked.

Pete gave him a look, then burst out laughing.

"Nah man. I lost my virginity in this shirt."

Patrick looked shocked. Pete could not have been much older than him and he had already...Patrick hadn't even been kissed yet...except for Gee kissing him on the...Gee. His first love. His only love and now his heartbreak. Now he wished Pete had not saved him.

"Sorry you ruined your shirt for nothing."

"Shut up."

Pete lightly punched the younger boy's shoulder.

"If I didn't think you were worth saving, I would've walked away."

He frowned for a moment.

"Actually no, I probably wouldn't. But I still think I made the right choice."

He grinned, water dripping from his black hair.

"By the way. You ever gonna tell me your name, or do I gotta make one up for you?"

Patrick just blinked up at him still trying to understand what happened.

Pete laughed, shaking his head like a dog to get rid of some more of the water.

"If you're not gonna tell me, then I'll call you.."

He thought for a second.

"Pickles."

He grinned.

"Pickles? Where did you come up with that?"

"I like pickles.. Don't you?"

"Not particularly."

Patrick's stomach rumbled and then he turned and threw up. He had nothing in his stomach other than the vodka, so at least it was not gross.

Pete rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Let it out Pickles. You'll feel better."

"Ugh, stop saying that it *urg* makes me sicker. My name is Patrick."

Pete grinned wide.

"Patrick.. I like that even better."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling.

"Pete and Patrick. Peterick!.. I ship it."

Patrick went to say something else, but a stomach cramp seized his voice.

Pete's grin faltered. He slipped an arm around Patrick's waist.

"Hey, let's get you somewhere a bit nicer.. and warmer. I live like two minutes from here. You can borrow some dry clothes."

"Wooudn't fit them. Tooo fat. That's why he chooooose.."

Patrick was slurring now, his brain on fire from everything.

Pete blew a raspberry at him in derision.

"Like Hell! Your not much bigger than me, and I don't just wear shirts that are two sizes too small for me you know.. This one's the exception.. It's got sentimental value."

Patrick was gone though, having slumped over in an alcohol filled stooper. Nothing but dead weight for Pete to carry or leave.

(time passes)

"Do you feel better now?"

Frankie and Gee were snuggled in his bed. Frankie was holding Gee close and caressing his stomach lightly.

Gee whimpered softly.

"A.. A little."

He sniffed.

"I s..still feel c..cold ins..side."

"Oh baby."

Frankie knew there was not much that he could do to warm that part of Gee, so he just held him and reminded him how wonderful he was and how happy he was to have him in his life.

(time passes)

Patrick woke up in an unfamilar place. He looked around and saw band posters on the walls that he had never heard of. He tried to sit up, but he was struck by a major dizzy spell and headache like a 40 ton elephant was sittng on his head.

"Fuck, why aren't I dead?"

"Cos your cute, and I don't let cute guys kill themselves?"

Pete grinned, holding out a bottle of water toward him.

Patrick was confused, but he accepted the bottle of water. He also saw aspirin and popped them too.

"How did I get here?"

"I carried you."

Pete said, matter-of-factly.

"Seriously?"

Pete plopped down onto the bed next to Patrick.

"Sure."

He shrugged.

"Hey, I was wanting to say before, but you kinda passed out on me.. Whoever the no one was that didn't want you? They're an idiot."

That was the last subject that Patrick wanted to talk about.

"The only one that's an idiot is me. I thought I could forget him using the drugs and alcohol and I just made everything worse between us. Now he hates me."

Pete shook his head.

"I'm sure that's not true. Who is he anyway?"

"Doesn't matter."

Patrick buried his head in the pillow.

Pete placed a hand gently on Patrick's shoulder.

"You were close."

It wasn't a question.

Patrick remained silent, but his tears started to fall. It was the first time that he actually let himself cry for the loss of his first love, his broken heart, and his now destroyed friendship. Before, he just drowned them in the drugs and alcohol, but now there was nothing to stop them from coming.

Pete took a breath, then lay himself down next to the younger boy, and gently wrapped an arm around him.

"It's gonna be ok. You'll be ok."

Patrick turned and buried his head into the strange boy's chest. He just let everything out that he had been holding in since February. He couldn't take it anymore. This is why he wanted to die, so he didn't have to feel it all.

"I have nothing and no one. There is no reason for me to keep living now."

Pete slid his other arm under Patrick's body and hugged him to himself, pressing a light kiss to his hair.

"Now come on, none of that."

He chided.

"You have me now, and you don't know it yet, but I'm fucking awesome, and relentlessly cheerful, so you won't have time to feel down from now on. Ok?"

"But, why would you want me? I'm so fucked up right now and you don't even really know me."

"Like I said.. I've been there, and I don't want you to fall as far as I did."

He smirked slightly.

"Besides, I think you're fucking adorable. Even when you are covered in tears and snot."

Patrick blushed he could not help it.

"Aww."

Pete grinned.

"Fuckin' adorable."

Patrick looked up.

"I think I need help."

Pete nodded.

"Yeah."

He gently stroked Patrick's hair from his face.

"I know somewhere that can help you. They helped me."

"Come with me to my dad's please? I don't want to do this alone."

"Of course. You don't have to do anything alone."

Pete smiled at him softly.

"Thanks Pete."

Patrick allowed himself to he held a little longer and then he got up and he and Pete made their way back to his house to face his future.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. How's you?

So the chapter title was misleading, but true!! ;D

Til next time babies..
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