A Chemically Weird Romance

A few weeks after Valentines day Frank had to leave to visit his grandparents for two weeks. Those two weeks seemed to be the most boring weeks of my life. The thing though, Frank came back a little weird.
"Frank are you ok?"
"Yes, I am fine." Was all he said to me. I'd try to communicate with him but he won't allow it. He's built an indestructible barrier between him and I.
"Frank, talk to me." I constantly begged him. Nothing. Just the uncomfortable silence that we shared.
I left him alone. Maybe that is what he needed. A week passed and nothing. No talking no whispering no murmuring. Just complete and utter silence. The weeks continued like this till I had finally had enough.
Impatiently, I waited after knocking on the door. The last time I came here was for Valentines day when Frank and I listened to music and shared a moment.
"Yes?" A guy I'm going to take as Frank's father asks.
"I'm here to see Frank."
"And who are you?"
"His good friend. I'm only here for good intentions." That let's me in.
"Frank?" I say when I reach his room.
"What?" He asks.
"Frank, why don't you talk to me. Open the door." He opens the door.
"Frank?" I ask.
"I saw it."
"Saw what?"
"I saw my grandparents die, right in front of my eyes. It wasn't a peaceful death like everyone hopes for. It was a terrible one."
"Why? What happened?" I asked, hoping I wasn't pushing my luck.
"Gerard, they were murdered and I couldn't do anything." He says and breaks down. I get on his bed and cradle him. I rock him back and forth and run my fingers through his hair hoping it will soothe him.
"It's ok, Frank, you are here and safe."
"Gerard, I can't get it out of my mind."
"Just look at me. Focus on me only."
•Frank's POV•
I look at him. I feel as if I were a baby being nurtured by a mother. I feel truly safe in Gerard's arms.
"Go to sleep, Frank, I'll be right here." And so I do since I trust him.
When I wake up Gerard is on my bed sleeping. The door is cracked a little. I assume it was my mother checking on me making sure Gerard didn't come here so we could fuck each other. I didn't want to wake Gerard up. He looked beautiful sleeping.
"I love you lots." He murmured.
"Gerard," I cooed his name as if he was a baby.
"Mmm." He mumbles.
"Time to get up, darling." I say.
"Darling?" He shoots up saying. Gotcha.
"Yes, darling."
"How are you feeling?" He asked looking at me.
"I'm as fine as I could get."
"Are you sure?"
"One hundred one percent sure."
"One hundred one is a little too much don't you think?"
"Not at all." I say.
"I love you, Frank."
"I love you too, Gerard." No, he doesn't mean it in the way I want him to. But, I'll take whatever love I can receive from him.
Eventually, Gerard has to leave and I stay here to fend for myself.
"Frank." My mom calls.
"What?" I say.
"Gerard,"
"I know, you don't want him back."
"No, he seems like a lovely man."
"What? Really?"
"Yes, Frank. How are you feeling?"
"A lot better."
"Really?" My mom asks suprised.
"Yes, really."
"Do you want to go out?"
"Yes, please."
I walk out to my porch and see Gerard sitting in the front
"Gerard what the hell are you doing?"
"Well, I am waiting for you."
"Why didn't you stay inside."
"Your dad kicked me out." I rolled my eyes.
"Come with me." I say.
"Where are we going?" He asks.
"To school."
"What the hell? Why?"
"Just come."
"Okay."
We reach the school and enter inside.
"Why do you always drag me to this god damned spot, Frank?"
"Gerard."
"What?"
"I really need you now and for a long time. I need you now and you said you were ready and oh god, Gerard—" Before I seem to finish my sentence Gerard's lips are on mine. This kiss was like before: sweet, innocent, pure. Not sexualized, forced, rushed. Just right.
"So is that—"
"Yes, Frank." I smile.
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that because I had been worrying and—"
"Frank?"
"Yes?"
"Just kiss me again damn it." And so I did.
•Gerard's POV•
"Well, big bro, look who's got himself a new boyfriend." Mikey says.
"What? How did you know?" I asked, concerned.
"Gerard, I was all in the plan."
"Mikey!" I shout.
"A 'thanks' would be nice."
"Thanks." I say laughing.
"You are welcome."
"What do you want?" I ask Mikey.
"I want a unicorn piggy bank!" Mikey shouts.
"I cannot believe this dude is only a few months (11 to be exact) younger than me.
"Fine, let's get you your damn unicorn piggy bank."
"Yay!" Mikey shouts gleefully.
"Jesus Christ." I mutter.
At least I've got myself a nice boyfriend.

Notes

Weird I know. Some good stuff coming up next chapter. I just finished working on it. ;) XD