Big Baby (Sequel to Cry Baby) (Frerard)

Gerard looked out the window of his room as he waited for Mikey’s car to pull up in the driveway, his body giddy and jumping with excitement while his hand held the get well soon card he made for his mom in the hospital. Today was Sunday, which not only meant both he and Mikey were off work today, but it also was the day Mikey comes to visit his brother in the Rainbow House group home. Every Sunday, Mikey would visit Gerard and take him out somewhere, usually to dinner and a movie if anything good was playing. Earlier last week, they talked on the phone about their plans to go out to dinner and see mom in the hospital, who’s been battling lung cancer for a year and a half now. Mikey warned Gerard of their mom’s rapidly deteriorating condition as of lately, but Gerard was confident that Donna would pull through. She was one hell of a fighter, and Gerard knew that the doctors were doing all they can to take care of his sick mother. He knew she won’t die anyway; people only die in the movies.
Gerard’s eyes lit up as he saw Mikey’s shiny and fancy-looking black car pull up in the front driveway. He smiled ear to ear, running out of his room and down the stairs to the front door. He swung it open and ran right to Mikey before he could walk up the front porch to the door.
“M-mikey!” Gerard exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his brother, who nearly fell over from being almost knocked over as Gerard hugged him. He accepted it, hugging him back.
“Hey, buddy. How are you?”
“I’m g-good!” Gerard replied, letting go of Mikey. He held up the card he made with crudely drawn hearts drawn all over it and “get well soon” written in chicken-scratch handwriting. “I m-made th-this for m-mommy!”
“That’s nice, Gee. Hang on to that so you can give it to her when we see her. You ready to go?”
“Y-yeah! I g-gotta get m-my c-coat, b-be right b-back, Mikey!” Gerard said, walking back into the house to the coat closet near the kitchen. As he did, he saw a furry pink figure emerge out of the corner of his eye. He knew who it was, and smiled.
“H-hi, Lola!” Gerard waved as he opened up the closet door. He couldn’t help but look concerned for his friend. She didn’t look too happy.
“Gerard, something bad is gonna happen,” Lola said somberly.
“Wh-what? Wh-why?” Gerard frowned, turning to her and forgetting to look for his coat. “Wh-what do y-you mean?”
“It’s your mother. She...she isn’t gonna make it. She’s gonna die,” Lola replied reluctantly. “I’m sorry,”
“N-no! Y-you’re lying! M-mommy isn’t g-gonna d-die!” Gerard revolted angrily. “P-people only d-die on t-t.v!”
“Gerard...you don’t understand,” Lola sighed. “The doctors have been struggling to keep her alive. She’s getting weaker. She doesn’t have much time left to--”
“Sh-shut up, L-lola! Y-you’re a big f-fat l-liar!” Gerard spat, grabbing his coat and walking away from Lola. He went back outside to Mikey, putting on his black jacket.
“You okay, Gee?” Mikey asked, his brow furrowed at his brother. “You took a while in there,”
“S-sorry, it t-took me a wh-while to f-find my c-coat,” Gerard replied, lying. He took long because he was talking to Lola, but he knew Mikey hated it when he brought her up. He didn’t know why, though.
“Alright. Come on, get in,” Mikey said, opening up the passenger seat for Gerard. He got inside and fastened his seatbelt. Mikey then got in and turned on the engine, pulling out of the driveway and playing some Morrissey from the radio. He knew Gerard liked to listen to him a lot before what tragically happened to him all those years ago, changing him into a completely different person. He knew that even though Gerard is still damaged, he was happy for him. He’s come a long way from where he started more than a decade ago, being hooked up to a series of machines and bed-bound, not remembering nearly anything. He smiled bittersweetly. “Hey, Gee...can I tell you something?”
“Wh-what, M-mikey?” Gerard asked.
“I...I’m very proud of you. You know that, right? You’ve learned so much since mom put you in the Rainbow House. You got yourself a part-time job, you’re making money, you learned how to read and count really good, you help do chores around the house, and you’re learning to take care of yourself, Gee. Mom’s really proud of you too,”
“I-I know, M-mikey,” Gerard said, smiling back. He suddenly thought of what Lola told him earlier and frowned. He knew she was wrong. Donna just had to make it out alive. He knew dying was a myth. Doctors can fix people and stop them from dying, too. “H-hey, c-can I ask y-you s-something?”
“What?”
“M-mommy is g-gonna be okay...r-right? Sh-she isn’t g-gonna d-die, is sh-she?” Gerard asked shakily. Mikey felt a pang in his chest when he heard his brother ask those questions. He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes for a second, then opening them back up.
“Gerard...she’s really sick. I told you she hasn’t been doing too well, haven’t I?” he said.
“Y-yeah, y-you did, b-but...sh-she c-can’t d-die. P-people only d-die in b-books and m-movies, right?”
“Well...no, Gerard. That’s not true,” Mikey replied sullenly. “People do die in the real world. You remember grandma, how we never saw her? She died when you were a baby, and grandpa died long before either of us were born. You also remember when our dog Maggie died a couple years ago, right?”
“Yeah, b-but...th-they were all v-very old! M-mommy is n-not old!” Gerard refuted, his voice shaky. “M-mommy c-can’t d-die!”
“I’m sorry, but...there’s a possibility she might. The best we can do is hope that she pulls through. The doctors did say there’s a slight chance she’ll survive, and they’re doing their best to help her,”
“I...I h-hope you’re r-right, M-mikey! Sh-she’s gotta l-live!” Gerard said, gripping the paper card in his hand tighter as he shook, wrinkling it.
“Let’s worry about mom when we get to the hospital. What are you in the mood to eat, Gerard?” Mikey asked in an attempt to change the subject, pulling up to a red light.
“C-can we g-go to Olive G-garden? I w-want s-soup, s-salad, and b-breadsticks!”
“Sure, Gee. It might be a while before we get there, though. Traffic’s really bad right now, and it won’t be any better when we drive to the hospital,”
“Th-that’s okay. I’ll t-take a n-nap,” Gerard said, leaning his head against the window and shutting his eyes. It wasn’t long before he felt himself fall into sleep mode, since he woke up early this morning.
_ _ _
Gerard felt warm. He was in bed wearing a pair of Batman pajamas, with someone’s arms wrapped around him as he laid down. His eyes scanned the room he was in--he was in his own room that he slept in when he used to live with mom. He loved how warm he felt. He smiled, looking up at the person holding him. It was a young man with nothing but his boxers on and styled black hair. He knew this man. He smiled down at Gerard.
“Hey, Gee,” the man said, carding his fingers through Gerard’s black hair. “You know something?”
“Wh-what?” Gerard asked.
“You’re beautiful,” the man said, leaning forward and kissing Gerard. He kissed his lips again and again, then took his face with both hands as his lips went to town on Gerard’s. Feeling stiff and unsure what to do, he just shut his eyes and imitated what the man did, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him back. He felt the man’s hands slither down his body, moving from his chest to his stomach, then down to his groin and under his pants, wrapping one of his hands around his penis and stroking it. Gerard felt himself tingle downstairs, unsure why the man would do something like that. The man then pulled down Gerard’s pants with his free hand, his other one still jerking him off. Gerard felt himself moan, enjoying whatever it was that the man was doing him. He went faster as their lips did the same, making Gerard pant and moan loudly. He soon felt himself ejaculate, his cum splattering all over the man’s hand. Gerard felt weak and tired, collapsing on the man’s chest. He smiled, kissing Gerard’s head.
“Wh-what did w-we just d-do?” Gerard asked the man.
“I told you, Gee...we played a game,” he laughed, returning to stroking Gerard’s hair. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Y-yeah, I d-did...F-frankie,” Gerard smiled back.
_ _ _
“Gerard? Come on, Gerard. Wake up!”
Gerard nearly jumped in his seat when his eyes opened, hearing a familiar voice. He looked up to see Mikey, who had been lightly tapping his shoulder. He smiled, shaking his head.
“Looks like you really needed that nap, Gee,” Mikey laughed. “Come on out. We’re here,”
“W-we are?” Gerard asked, turning to see that their car was in the parking lot of Olive Garden. He had been passed out the whole ride there, and had a strange dream about someone he’s seen before...someone he hasn’t seen or heard from in a long time, someone that was his special friend. “Oh, okay. S-sorry, M-mikey,”
“It’s okay, Gee. Let’s go inside, okay?”
“Okay,” Gerard said, stepping out of the car and following Mikey inside the restaurant. He wondered why he suddenly dreamt of his friend after not seeing him for so long. He didn’t even know why he never saw him again. Did Gerard do something wrong? Was this friend mad at him for something? If so, Gerard didn’t know what. He kept thinking about this the whole time they waited to be seated in the restaurant.

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