Accidentally in Love

If Life Ain't Just a Joke- Then Why Am I Laughing?

Gerard's POV
I step outside and aimlessly walk down the street, towards Franks house. My arms are stinging horribly and still bleeding, but I don't care. I stumble to his house and knock on his door. He unlocks it and his eyes widen as he sees me.
"Oh my god Gerard. What the hell happened?" He grabs my arm and drags me inside.
"Yeah I'm- I'm fine" I stumble over my words as he pulls me up to the bathroom. He grabs a towel and presses it on my arms.
"Holy shit, these are deep." He says as he pulls the towel from my slit arms.
I just sit silently as he inspects the cuts.
"I'm going to have to call my mom so she can take you to the hospital. You'll need to get these cleaned and probably need stitches. We don't want them getting infected." he says.
I just shrug. I cringe as he pours alcohol on my arm.
"Sorry." He whispers. "What in the hell did you do this with anyway?" He glances up and I sit there silently. "Well, what did you do this with?" He asks again.
"Scissors." I say, tilting my head down a little bit. "They aren't that bad, Frank"
"Not that bad? Not that bad huh? Well humor me Gerard. What is bad then." He asks in an angry tone as he finishes wrapping my arm in gauze.
"Thanks" I say, rubbing my arms.
He nods and starts walking downstairs. I follow him and we end up in the kitchen. We both plop at the table and he offers me a drink.
"No, but thanks." I say scratching at my arms. He shrugs and grabs a Pepsi for himself. He comes and kneels by my feet. He grins at me and puts his hand on my arm.
"I'm sorry, Gerard. I'm sorry for being mean to you. I'm sorry for being an asshole. I'm sorry for bullying you. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He says as he starts to cry and I do too.
"It's okay." I choke out. "I forgive you" I put my hand over my mouth and start crying harder. He grabs my hand and pulls close. He gives my hand a small kiss and my face turns bright red with blush. We both pull together for a short tender kiss and then we pull apart, our faces full of blush. This isn't real. It can't be. He doesn't like me. He is trying to hurt me. I know it. I feel myself start to get shaky. He grabs my hand and I pull back.
"Oh my god! Look at the time. I gotta go. Frank Sorry. My mom wants me home and yeah. so. Bye" I spit out as I shoot up from the chair, shaking.
"Gerard. Are you okay? What's going on? Since when do you care about your mom wanting you home?" He asks, his face full of concern. "Maybe you should sit down, Gee. You look really pale." He grabs my arm and I yank away.
"I'm fine dammit!" I say and I start to stumble to the front door. I feel sick I'm hot and shaky. I'm embarrassed and I'm hurt. Franke.. Why'd you have to trick me....