Frerard:Kill All Your Friends2

~Franks Point Of View~

"This is it" Gerard said smoothly
"Woah, It's nice"
I was big, very big
"It's my parents, but they are uh" he frowned and said "Away.. a lot"
"Oh? Okay, cool" It seemed like a touchy subject "So do you live alone then?"
Oh shit, that sounded… suggestive.

"Uhh, no. My brother lives here too. But he is at school" He turned the keys and the engine cut out.  He opened the door and climbed out. Before I could even undo my seatbelt Gerard opened my door for me.

"I am capable of opening it myself, but thanks" I giggled, I really hate my laugh, it isn't a laugh it's a little kids giggle. Gerard chuckled. I looked back and he was smiling and biting his lip.

"You have a cute laugh Frank, It's contagious"
"Thanks?"
I followed him to the front door, There were leaves scattered all over the porch. There were big windows on the front of the house with big thick curtains, I walked in and it was dark and smelt of coffee and cigarettes. I followed Gerard into the kitchen, there was a small table with five chairs oddly placed around it with an overflowing ashtray in the middle next to a vase with dying flowers inside it. I glanced around and there were half empty coffee cups everywhere. Gerard was trying his best to pile them all into the sink, I don't think normal people even owned that many coffee mugs. I giggled at him again. He placed the last of the mugs in the sink and spun around leaning on the counter with his elbows.

"So? What do you want to do?"
"Show me around? Your house looks so much more interesting than mine"
"Sure"

We slowly walked through the house together, His living room was completely black, He had hung really thick curtains up last summer, the couch looked really comfortable and over stuffed. There were comic books laying around everywhere and more coffee mugs. We walked down the hallway, it was really narrow and dark also, There were multiple doors coming off it, one to the bathroom, one to his brothers room, one to a closet and two flights of stairs, one going up to another living room, study and his parents room and the other to the basement.

"I used to live in the study upstairs but when I was 15 I converted the basement into my room, It's not that great but it's home for me"

It was amazing, every inch of the walls were covered in posters, drawings and paintings. There was a desk in the far right corner with a computer on it and more art stuff, a few small tables with paint, paint brushed, coffee mugs and plates on them. A big closet that took up half of the wall next to us, he said he built it himself. A small door in the back corner near the desk that led to a bathroom, a couch and a TV and of course a bed, a double bed in the front left corner.

The floor was covered in a thick layer of clothes, CD's, DVD's, comic books and paper. There was a small path made through it all leading to the desk and bathroom.

"Sorry about the mess" He said as he flicked on the light, It really didn't do much. I noticed a small window above his bed which was also covered by thick material. There was a very nice collecting of diet Dr. Pepper cans along the windowsill.

"Wow" I whispered under my breath.
"It's usually not this messy, okay that's a lie, but usually if I bring someone home I clean up"
"It's so cool"
"Really?"
"Are you kidding, it's amazing, I wish I lived here"
"Thanks" He was smiling again, "Want to go get some food?"
"Sure"

I followed him back upstairs and into the kitchen again. He pulled open the fridge, all the bottles rattled. There were about 30 cans of Dr. Pepper some beer, milk, basic things and a casserole dish full of lasagne.

"Mhhhh, lets go buy some food." He chuckled.

We drove to McDonald's and bought some food, Gerard insisted on paying for me and we drove back to his house again. A watched some TV. At 5pm my phone started ringing.

"Oh shit, It's my Mum" I quickly answered
"Mum, calm down. I'm at a friends. Yeah I walked here after school. Yeah a friend from school. Yeah sure. Okay bye Mum. Love you too"

Gerard turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

"She said I have to be home in an hour"

"Oh okay" We went back to watching TV.

~

"Well thanks for everything"
"God Frank, you make it sound like your about to die and never see me again" Gerard said as he pulled me into a hug. I giggled into his chest. He let go and quickly grabbed my phone out of my pocket. He started typing and clicking things and then handed it back.
"There you go, I put my number in it, now can I have your number" He said with his phone out stretched toward me.
"Okay, sure" I took his phone and entered my number and handed it back.
"Bye Frank, I will see you tomorrow at school"
"Okay, bye Gerard"

I was halfway home when my phone started ringing. I swear it is was my mum asking me were I was… I looked down and it was Gerard.

"Hello?"
"Hey Frank"
"Hi..."
"Oh... right uh.. You left your jumper here"
"Oh, really? I'm not that far away, I will come get it now."
"Okay, bye"
"Bye"
I didn't leave my jumper at Gerard's house. I still had my jumper on.

~
I knocked on Gerard's door and waited.
"Hey Frank, come in"
I walked in slowly.
"Why did you tell me I left my jumper here"
"Uhh.. Well… I just wanted to ask you something."
"Why didn't you just ask me earlier? Or on the phone?"
"I..I... was too scared to ask earlier.. And I didn't want to ask over the phone.."
"Why what is it"
"Well you know when those kids were beating you up earlier?"
"Not really? I kind of blacked out for most of it"
"Oh.. Well don't worry about it then"
"Gerard I didn't come all the way back here for you to say that"

"When they were beating you up, they called you 'emo' and 'faggot' and I was just wondering why, why would they call you that"
"Gerard… I…"

~Gerard's POV~

Shit, I made him cry.
"They.. They call me that because.. It's true"
He had tears streaming down his face and wouldn't make eye contact with me.
"What do you mean, it's true?"
"I..I am a faggot and I cut myself"
"Oh, Frank, I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have asked.. It's none of my business.. Sorry"
"No it's okay Gerard"

I hugged him tightly, the top of his head just reaching my shoulder, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel him shaking every time he breathed.

"Gerard?" I whispered
"Yeah?" I titled my head down to his ear,
"Thank you"
I didn't know why he was thanking me but it felt nice to be appreciated, I held him close until he stopped crying.

~Frank's POV~
I knew he didn't know why I had said thank you, but neither did I really. Maybe because he helped me today or maybe because he accepted me, me didn't make fun of me or tease me, he didn't judge me he just hugged me when I really needed it.

I called my mum and told her I would be home later than I had said.

"Can I see? Your scars? If you don't want to show me... it's okay"
"If you want.. I guess"

I slowly pulled up my jumper and then my sleeve, the thin sliver lines glittered in the half light. Gerard slowly ran his fingertips over them, his fingers were cold, ice cold. It gave me shivers.

"Sorry" he said apologetically,
"It's okay"

He continued to trace the scars with his fingers until I felt something wet drip onto my arm. Gerard quickly wiped it away.

"Gerard?"
"Why… why would you do it Frank"

~Gerard's POV~
I knew I shouldn't ask him such a personal question, I barely know him. I only met him earlier today.
"You are so beautiful, why would you damage yourself like this"
Frank grabbed my arm and pulled up my sleeve to reveal a clean perfect wrist, no marks, no scars.

"You wouldn't understand. I don't do it anymore, hardly ever anymore"
"Frank, I just want to know why"
"Why?"
"Because then I might be able to understand why my own brother does it"
"Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that Gerard"
"It's okay"

"Well, I do.. Did it because I felt it was the only way I could be free, I could let go and forget, Everything seemed good when I did it"

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I realised by doing it I was only making everything worse, It gave me instant satisfaction and then an hour later I wanted to do it again"

It was making more sense now, but I couldn't think of a reason my Mikey would want to do that to himself.

"Sorry Gerard, but I really have to go" He got up and pulled his sleeves back down.

"Wait, Frank"
I stood up and held both of his wrists in front of my chest and pulled him closer. Our hips were touching and I could feel his pulse in his wrists. I slowly moved my face closer to his, I was watching his lips, he slowly inched forward as well. The suspense was killing me.

I pushed my lips into his and pulled at his lip. He slowly slid his tongue into my mouth and slid in over the inside of my bottom lip. I pulled him closer and tangled my fingers in his hair. I never wanted to let him go.

We slowly parted and smiled at each other.
"Anyway.. I actually have to go now"
"Oh.. Okay, Bye Frankie"