You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In High School
Trust, You Said
FRANKS POV
I looked at Gerard in disbelief. I knew exactly what those marks were, I just couldn't understand why he would do something like that to himself. I waited for him to answer me, watching him try to think up something.
"I don't know, I can't even remember what happened." He mumbled looking away from me.
"Gerard," I instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm not going to get angry or think any less of you, now tell me the truth."
He didn't say anything.
I sighed removing my hand from his shoulder and shook my head at him. "Gerard, please?"
"Ok," he furrowed his brow and looked over to me, "You're right."
"So you did it?" I asked trying to sound calm. He simply nodded in reply.
"Gerard," I sighed, "Why?"
He shrugged at me as he twiddled with his fingers. I didn't know what to say now. I couldn't believe he would hurt himself, it didn't make any sence to me. I sat trying to find the right words to say.
"I really don't understand Gee," I truthfully told him. He sighed and looked away again.
"But I want to help you." I added taking one of his hands in my own squeezing it gently. "That's if you're willing to let me."
He looked back over at me and nodded with a faint smile. I wasn't going to let him go through this alone. I cared far too much about him now.
"Thanks, Frankie." He stuttered, "I really thought that you would never want to speak to me again."
"Are you crazy?" I playfully asked him, " Nothing will make me stop loving you. I'm in far too deep now." I told him as I pulled him over closer and softly pecked his lips.
"I dont deserve you, Frankie." Gerard said smiling as he pulled away.
"I know," I smiled back, "You deserve better" I playfully added. He rolled his eyes at me then pulled me close again for another kiss then placed his head on my chest cuddling into me.
"You do have to stop it though." I sighed as I played with his dark ruffled hair.
"I've tried." I heard him sigh under his breath, "What you seen was old." He added. Wait, what?
"Um, Gee?" I asked him removing my hands from his hair, "What do you mean?"
He sat himself upright on the couch still next to me.
"They're just scars," he sighed, "I hadn't cut in weeks untill.." His voice quickly faded and he stopped himself from finishing his sentence.
"Untill?" I repeated hoping he would tell me.
"Untill last night." He sighed.
I looked over at him sympathetically.
"But, if those on your arm are old, where did you do it?" I asked him.
"I don't see why that really matters." he replied obviously discomforted by the subject. I was pushing him too far now.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm just really worried for you." I apologized.
"It's fine, I just dont really want to talk about it anymore, can we talk about something else now?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure." I nodded although neither of us said anything for a moment, the room was filled with the sounds from the film still playing on the TV.
"You know, I can't believe you spilt your coffee." I said smiling at him attempting to break the tension.
"Fuck you." Gerard giggled at me. I laughed back with him, he had the most contagious laugh.
"I told my mum about us by the way." I said as we both stopped laughing. Gerard looked at me slightly shocked.
"What did she say?" he asked worry growing over his face.
"That she can't wait to meet you." I grinned. Gerards eyes now shined with joy.
"Wow." He smiled, "I wish my mum would be like that if i told her."
"You don't know how she'd react though." I replied.
"Oh, trust me. She'd kill me. She's always wanted everything perfect. Perfect kids, perfect job, anything goes wrong then she.." Gerards stopped himself from telling me again. He needed to stop that.
"Gee!" I moaned at him, "Tell me."
"Well if anything goes wrong then she goes straight to the bottle." He sighed folding his arms as he told me.
"Oh." I sighed.
"Yeah, at my last school i got bullied pretty badly. I was a dissapointment to my mum and she thought it was my fault. I don't know why she thought drink would help her, anyways she started getting into pretty bad fights with my dad about it untill they broke up. My gran thought it would be best me and Mikey lived with her." Gerard stopped for a moment as he mentioned his gran. She seemed to mean a lot to him and his brother, "Then when she passed away we had to live with my mum again. She's stopped the drink though. I think she thinks she going to have a fresh start with her life now me and Mikey are in it again."
"Wow," I replied not sure on how to respond. "At least she's stopped the drinking?"
"I don't know, I hardly see her." He replied shrugging, "If she knew about josh or even us then i know she would start it up again anyway." He sighed.
Now what was i supposed to say. God. I really wasn't good with advice, I had been barely any help for Gerard today.
"Just give her time," I told him, "I bet if you wait a while she would be ok with the idea of us two."
"Sure." he said sarcastically.
"Gerard Way, would you just trust me for one second please." I said playfully trying to cheer him up. He smiled up at me.
"Fine, Franklin Iero." He replied sticking his tounge out at me like a child. I pretended to be insulted by the name he had called me.
"Don't ever call me that again." I said with a fake groan before kissing him once more.
I looked at Gerard in disbelief. I knew exactly what those marks were, I just couldn't understand why he would do something like that to himself. I waited for him to answer me, watching him try to think up something.
"I don't know, I can't even remember what happened." He mumbled looking away from me.
"Gerard," I instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm not going to get angry or think any less of you, now tell me the truth."
He didn't say anything.
I sighed removing my hand from his shoulder and shook my head at him. "Gerard, please?"
"Ok," he furrowed his brow and looked over to me, "You're right."
"So you did it?" I asked trying to sound calm. He simply nodded in reply.
"Gerard," I sighed, "Why?"
He shrugged at me as he twiddled with his fingers. I didn't know what to say now. I couldn't believe he would hurt himself, it didn't make any sence to me. I sat trying to find the right words to say.
"I really don't understand Gee," I truthfully told him. He sighed and looked away again.
"But I want to help you." I added taking one of his hands in my own squeezing it gently. "That's if you're willing to let me."
He looked back over at me and nodded with a faint smile. I wasn't going to let him go through this alone. I cared far too much about him now.
"Thanks, Frankie." He stuttered, "I really thought that you would never want to speak to me again."
"Are you crazy?" I playfully asked him, " Nothing will make me stop loving you. I'm in far too deep now." I told him as I pulled him over closer and softly pecked his lips.
"I dont deserve you, Frankie." Gerard said smiling as he pulled away.
"I know," I smiled back, "You deserve better" I playfully added. He rolled his eyes at me then pulled me close again for another kiss then placed his head on my chest cuddling into me.
"You do have to stop it though." I sighed as I played with his dark ruffled hair.
"I've tried." I heard him sigh under his breath, "What you seen was old." He added. Wait, what?
"Um, Gee?" I asked him removing my hands from his hair, "What do you mean?"
He sat himself upright on the couch still next to me.
"They're just scars," he sighed, "I hadn't cut in weeks untill.." His voice quickly faded and he stopped himself from finishing his sentence.
"Untill?" I repeated hoping he would tell me.
"Untill last night." He sighed.
I looked over at him sympathetically.
"But, if those on your arm are old, where did you do it?" I asked him.
"I don't see why that really matters." he replied obviously discomforted by the subject. I was pushing him too far now.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm just really worried for you." I apologized.
"It's fine, I just dont really want to talk about it anymore, can we talk about something else now?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure." I nodded although neither of us said anything for a moment, the room was filled with the sounds from the film still playing on the TV.
"You know, I can't believe you spilt your coffee." I said smiling at him attempting to break the tension.
"Fuck you." Gerard giggled at me. I laughed back with him, he had the most contagious laugh.
"I told my mum about us by the way." I said as we both stopped laughing. Gerard looked at me slightly shocked.
"What did she say?" he asked worry growing over his face.
"That she can't wait to meet you." I grinned. Gerards eyes now shined with joy.
"Wow." He smiled, "I wish my mum would be like that if i told her."
"You don't know how she'd react though." I replied.
"Oh, trust me. She'd kill me. She's always wanted everything perfect. Perfect kids, perfect job, anything goes wrong then she.." Gerards stopped himself from telling me again. He needed to stop that.
"Gee!" I moaned at him, "Tell me."
"Well if anything goes wrong then she goes straight to the bottle." He sighed folding his arms as he told me.
"Oh." I sighed.
"Yeah, at my last school i got bullied pretty badly. I was a dissapointment to my mum and she thought it was my fault. I don't know why she thought drink would help her, anyways she started getting into pretty bad fights with my dad about it untill they broke up. My gran thought it would be best me and Mikey lived with her." Gerard stopped for a moment as he mentioned his gran. She seemed to mean a lot to him and his brother, "Then when she passed away we had to live with my mum again. She's stopped the drink though. I think she thinks she going to have a fresh start with her life now me and Mikey are in it again."
"Wow," I replied not sure on how to respond. "At least she's stopped the drinking?"
"I don't know, I hardly see her." He replied shrugging, "If she knew about josh or even us then i know she would start it up again anyway." He sighed.
Now what was i supposed to say. God. I really wasn't good with advice, I had been barely any help for Gerard today.
"Just give her time," I told him, "I bet if you wait a while she would be ok with the idea of us two."
"Sure." he said sarcastically.
"Gerard Way, would you just trust me for one second please." I said playfully trying to cheer him up. He smiled up at me.
"Fine, Franklin Iero." He replied sticking his tounge out at me like a child. I pretended to be insulted by the name he had called me.
"Don't ever call me that again." I said with a fake groan before kissing him once more.
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6/26/15