Lucky (Frerard)

3:Guess Who Saved Frank From Getting Hypothermia

The skies started turning orange as the sun was slowly peaking from the end of the horizon. Frank needed some rest. Frank needed a smoke. And Frank couldn't afford neither of those things so right now, he sat at the top of the old building with his legs hanging over the edge, staring ahead as the sun changed colors. The one thing that the twenty six year old liked doing was watching the sun come up. It wasn't something special, Frank just very desperately needed to clear his thoughts, to think about everything. His body really needed something to lie on and sleep but his head wasn't cooperating in this situation. The money in his hands did not seam real, not at all. They just seemed useless because all that ever mattered to Frank were his kids. Yet the world values money the most, that's why he needs them. Because without money, his kids would be hungry and with no roof over their heads.

But Frank didn't think about his kids right now. He was thinking about himself. There were tears running down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, wishing he could get rid of the dirty feeling. He lied his head down gently, wishing he could erase every night, every touch, every kiss. Maybe he just didn't want to admit but it was all too much for him yet he kept lying to himself over and over, night after night. And it waa crushing him, because it hurt. It really hurt, physically and emotionaly, it was destroying him from the inside.

His kids did matter the most, it was actually all about them. There were three of them, and they were growing up. They constantly needed new clothes, food and Frank was trying and trying because three was not a small number and he, well he was falling apart slowly. All he had left was them and he was not going to lose them. Not by any chance.

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Is it weird to be a redheaded, famous comic book writer, trying to get away from the world? Most people would love to be adored by many and they'll proudly give you autographs but Gerard just wanted a little rest. Gerard Way, the Gerard Way, took a whole suitcase of comics and a bag of clothes, deciding to get away for a while. Nobody knows where he was, he was just looking for a little inspiration and he was hoping to find it here. In this old, almost abandoned building, he decided to live in for a while.

He made himself coffee and decided to go on the roof with a sketchbook in hand, again, looking for inspiration. He was hoping for a creative morning since it's a quiet part of town and if you ever watched a sunrise, you'll know that you can write a fucking book about how inspiring that shit it looks. And of course, who would be up so early in the morning just for the sake of watching a sun rise but you see, Gerard was woken up by something or someone's footsteps echoing through the building so maybe the curious side of him just wanted to find out what that was.

And just like that, the thirty year old, creative artist, found a man asleep on the roof in the cold winter morning. He was surprised, quite sure that the guy probably drugged himself until he passed out, yet he found himself doing something irrational but at least it was human. Now, the man that mostly seemed like a stupid teenager to Gerard, was lying on his sofa, covered by numerous blankets due to the lack of heating system in this room. Frank was still sleeping, but maybe he was a little more comfortable and warmer now. Frank was sleeping and he probably deserved that but time was ticking slowly and he still wasn't in his own apartment where his kids may or may not be waking up. His day work started at 8 am and it was 6:30, so Frank really needed to wake up.

He was waking up though and in those few seconds of stretching on the uncomfortable sofa, he found himself making eye contact with the artist who was sitting on the opposite sofa. And then Frank tried to recall everything from last night where he could fit this guy with extremely bright red hair in but all he did recall was the customer, Bert and the morning on the roof and before he could ask, Gerard beat him to it.

"You were sleeping on the roof this morning and it was very cold so I kinda didn't want you to freeze to death. I'm Gerard by the way." The unknown man spoke to Frank, handing him a warm cup of coffee. Frank looked at it like you look at your gifts on Christmas and he did accept the warm cup. As soon as his lips touched the cup, he was moaning lightly as the liquid made its way down his throat, warming him up.

See if the younger man was interested in what's happening in the world around him, he would've recognized Gerard and if Gerard was a little more vain he would've told him that he's famous because it was evident that Frank didn't have the slightest clue who this guy was. But neither of them were that so Frank just gave a response a hobo would give to a rich person who gave him money. "Thank you so much, sir." He moaned again as he drank the warm coffee because shit you not, he hadn't had coffee for a long time. It made Gerard a little uncomfortable of how it all sounded but he shook it off and just responded. "You're welcome. What's your name?"

The shorter man gulped the coffee down and sighed in relief as he turned to his 'savior', I guess. "I'm Frank. Thanks for, you know." His hand scratched nervously on the back of his neck as he looked nervously at Gerard. Gerard was an understanding person, intelligent, nice and he knew in this moment that he was nobody who can judge the man on his sofa. A simple nod and a small smile was given in response and it didn't made Frank uncomfortable for being here. Quite the opposite, it drew a smile on his face too which was the most beautiful smile Gerard's ever seen and he was shamelessly staring at the guy who was looking around the room.

"Where am I anyway?" Frank questioned, actually catching Gerard's stare and let me tell you, he did not enjoy that. Gerard tried to look away but the younger man already caught him and looking away wasn't worth it really. "In the same building." The words slipped quietly past Gerard lips, they were shy and sweet somehow. Embarrassed, he finally found the strength to look away from the gorgeous man. The red color started sneaking on his cheeks and after that, Frank couldn't find any danger in the blushing man. Seriously, how dangerous can somebody be if they're blushing after being caught?

"Uh, would you like some more coffee?" The red color on Gerard's cheeks just wouldn't go away, not after he caught Frank staring at him. For real, Gerard was as intimidating as a pink butterfly stuck on a marshmallow and Frank only offered a smile and denial, simply because he was aware that he was very very late, he was very late and he was just standing up from the sofa. "I'm actually going to go." He spoke quietly looking apologetically at the man who saved him from having hypothermia and glanced nervously at the clock.

"Yeah, sure." Gerard muttered quietly, clearly embarrassed as he stood up to lead his guest to the door. And it wasn't awkward at all, especially when they kept stealing glances from each other. Either way, Frank had to eventually leave and come back to his kids and his job for the day. You can't take care of three kids with only one job you know.

Although, Frank knew that one day, he'll just get enough and probably tell everyone to go to hell but for now, he's just running down the stairs, hurrying over to his apartment.