Hopeless Hearts

"Wh-what?" Gerard asked, jumping as Frank spoke and pulling down his shirt as he looked up at him with wide eyes.
"What's that bruise from?" Frank asked. Gerard feigned confusion, he had thought that the bruise on his stomach was too light for anyone to notice it. Frank pulled out his phone, opening the camera app, and showing him his phone. Gerard looked into it, noticing a large red smack on his face that was beginning to turn a bit purple.
Gerard sighed, knowing he couldn't hide it. "Nothing really. Just pissed off my dad." He said, without a sign of emotion in his voice, though he was really holding back the tears as he spoke.
"He.. hit you...?" Frank said, stunned as to how a father could bring himself to hurt his son.
"Well, duh." Gerard said, sounding a bit annoyed and looking away from him. "This kid must've been dropped on his head when he was young." He thought as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Sorry. I just.. it's surprising to me. Are you ok?" Frank asked, and Gerard turned to look at him, his eyes widening as the boy sat next to him.
"Look, I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now." He said as he looked down at his lap. His stomach was throbbing in pain, and he knew the bruise was growing darker and darker by the minute. "So.. you're skipping school?" he asked, not really caring but trying to change the subject.
"No, I haven't been enrolled yet. I think my first day is next Monday. We need the time to unpack anyway. I'm guessing you are, then?" He asked, smirking at Gerard a bit, though immediately dropping his smile as he noticed Gerard's grim face.
"Yep. I'm not in the mood for that shit today." Gerard responded as he slowly got up. "I think I'm going to go get drunk. See ya later."
"W-Wait!" Frank said, standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder. "U-Uh... you could get drunk at my house if you want. My mom's working and won't be home for a long time.." He told him, practically begging him to come over.
"Fine." Gerard said, raising an eyebrow at the boy. Why did he seem so desperate for the two of them to hang out? They barely knew each other.
Nevertheless, Gerard ended up walking through Frank's backyard and into his house. At least his parents wouldn't find him there. They didn't even know anyone had moved in yet. Gerard looked over to Frank as he walked to his house, realizing that he saw him as even more cute in person than he did online. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, but looked away, hoping to hide it from Frank.
"Fuck. What the fuck. I'm not fucking gay, I can't be. That would just justify everything my asshole father has been calling me for the last few years." He though to himself. Gerard knew he could only let Frank be a friend ever, and he told himself he was fine with that.
Meanwhile, the blissfully unaware Frank happily showed him to his only slightly furnished room in the basement, reaching under his bed and pulling out a cardboard box filled with numerous different alcoholic drinks he had stolen.
"Help yourself~ I'm not much of a drinker, so most are still full." Frank told him as he let Gerard look through the box.
"Hey Iero, you're pretty alright." Gerard said with a grin as he opened a small box, unveiling a few blunts. "We should get high together sometime."
Frank giggled and nodded. "I'd like that~ I've also got some LSD somewhere around here." He said as he got up, going to his computer and turning on a playlist of his. Gerard smiled as he turned on the music, secretly loving Frank's music taste but not saying anything. He popped open a bottle of wine and held it up.
"Cheers." He said before leaning his head back and beginning to chug it. Gerard would never mention it, but he had a drinking problem. A sort of bad one. It was more in check at the moment but with what happened with Lyn-Z, he doubted it would stay like that. He had a bad patch last year when his parents had even been forced to check him into rehab, though it didn't do shit.
Frank sat on his bed and leaned against the wall, watching as Gerard took drink after drink. "Hey, uh.." He said, as Gerard moved onto his next bottle. "Don't you think you should stop.. or at least take a break?"
"Shut up." Gerard slurred, looking over at him. "I d-don't need a sexy boy like you t-telling me whaa to do..." Gerard moved close to him, pushing his pointer finger into Frank's chest as he drunkenly spoke.
Frank looked away, Gerard's breath stinking of alcohol. "Heey... loo-look at me..." Gerard hissed at him and grabbed him by the jaw, turning his head to look him in the eyes. Gerard slowly moved closer, practically on top of him as he continued to look at him with an angry look. His face softened after a few moments of staring Frank in the face, and he slowly moved in, closing his eyes, and pressing their lips together.
Frank sat there, wide eyed, as the boy he barely knew kissed him. He blushed deeply, incredibly uncomfortable. He wouldn't deny that he was attracted to Gerard, but this was bringing up bad memories, the kinds he never wanted to think about again. He slowly pulled away and moved Gerard's hands.
"Sorry but.. not right now." He said as he got up and left the room, leaving Gerard alone on the bed.
Tears rushed down his face as he ran to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. He put his hands on his head and sat down on the bathroom floor, shaking from anxiety and sobbing quietly.

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