You're only 17... (frerard fanfic) (teacher X student) COMPLETED

Chapter 11: Spending the night

I told Gerard the exact location I was in, and sure enough, he found me, standing underneath a bridge in the pouring rain.

I stepped inside his car, trying to hold back my tears the best I could. The car ride was silent at first, but eventually he broke the silence,

"Have you considered getting emancipated?" He asked.

I nodded my head, "That's probably my best candidate." It was so obvious in my voice that I've been crying. I've been practically bawling my eyes out, not because I miss my mother, but because I'm scared.

Where am I supposed to stay?

What am I supposed to do for food?

I don't really have any money, I have about $25. It was silent again. He looked at me, my eyes bright red from crying.

I don't want him to see me cry, I want him to think I'm strong. That I'm absolutely perfect in every way, but the truth is I'm the complete opposite.

He sighed, "I would ask if you're okay, but I think I already know the answer. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and if you need to talk about it, I'll always listen for you."

He squeezed my hand, not letting it go the entire way to his house.

I was kind of tired, I could tell that he was getting tired too.

We pulled into his house and I walked in, carrying my duffle bag and guitar case. I didn't have that much to bring with me, just some clothing, basic everyday items, and electronic devices.

"Where do you want me to set this?" I asked. He shrugged, "I don't know, in my bedroom I guess."

In his what?

I shouldn't be so nervous thinking about going in his room, but I am.

It's not like we're gonna fuck each other, it's not a big deal.

I walked down the hallway into his room. I put my bag and guitar on the floor, and we both sat down on his bed.

I wanted to cry, I really did, but I don't want to cry in front of him. He could tell I was on the verge of tears, "I'm not gonna judge you, you can cry if you need to."

I pulled him into a hug as a couple tears streamed down my face. "It's okay, it'll be okay. You're here now, you have somewhere to stay, you're not homeless. Okay?"

I tried to stop crying, it's not like I had any more tears left after 20 minutes ago. I nodded, "Yeah, I know. It's just that I don't know what to do, ya know? I'm gonna have to get emancipated, I'm gonna need to get a job, and I know I can do it, but it's just stressful."

I blinked away my tears until I wasn't crying anymore. He kissed my forehead, and stood up, "I'm gonna get you some water to calm you down, I have faith in you.

You're gonna be okay, trust me."

He came back a minute later, and sat next to me, holding my hand. I was tired, but I wanted to stay awake and keep talking to Gerard.

I told him about all the shit she's ever done to me. He looked heartbroken, I didn't know he actually cared that much.

"I'm so sorry she did all those things to you, Frank. I know this isn't what you need to hear right now, but I hope that she really does stay far away from you and cuts all ties. She sounds like a terrible person who shouldn't be raising someone."

I nodded, "It's fine, you're right. I never want to talk to her again. I don't care if I sound like a petty teenager-"

He instantly interrupted after that statement, "You don't. Petty teenagers say that after they don't get a car on their 16th birthday, someone who has actually gone through trauma from their parents can say that, and it's valid."

I looked down at his bedspread, just solid black. I like it though, his room kind of looks like it could be a hotel room, plus a pride flag on the wall.

He has the traditional gay flag on his wall, and it makes me really happy for some reason.

When I came out to my mom 2 years ago, she almost kicked me out before she did today.

She told me that she did not want to raise a son who wasn't normal, and that she must've been cursed with a son from hell or something.

I fucking hate her, there's one thing you can't use in an argument of why being gay is wrong, or really just any arguments, and that's religious excuses.

It's one thing if you can't attend something for religious purposes or something, but if you can't support your child for being LGBTQ?

Using religion is just a bullshit excuse. I looked up at him, "I'm tired, I think I'm gonna go to sleep. I can sleep on the couch if you want."

He blushed, picking at his nails, "I kinda wanted to be next to you though..." I was hoping he'd say that.

I couldn't help but smile, and I kissed him on the cheek. We layed down next to each other.

He had his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I cuddled in close to him, with my head right underneath his. He kissed my forehead and held me close all night, we fell asleep in that position.

a/n: hi sorry that im interrupting the story but i just wanted to apologize rlly quickly if there are any misspelled words or the grammar is shit, if you know me personally you know I cannot type to save my life, so i just wanted to apologize that this fanfic probably sucks. also sorry if the chapters are shorter than frank iero himself. ok bye lol.

Gerard pov:

It's 6:57 am. I'm surprised I woke up early, considering I stayed up kind of late last night.

Frank was still asleep, but he was kind of far from me. I pulled him in again, cuddling as close as I could to him.

I really hope that I'm not fucking up my life by sort of being with him. I really like Frank, I want us to be a thing when he's 18, just so I feel less guilty.

It doesn't matter, he's still my student.

I'm still his teacher, this is just so wrong.

I wish I didn't feel like a pedophile, or a whore or something, I genuinely have feelings for Frank, but I don't think I can be in a relationship with him, or at least just label it a relationship, until he's of legal age.

Fuck, it still doesn't change the fact that he's my student.

I know it doesn't matter what we do when we're not in school, but it's still against policy, it's still considered unprofessional, or irresponsible.

I wish he was just a year older, this would work out perfectly if he wasn't in school. I don't want to wait until graduation, and I don't think he does either.

He started waking up, "Hey" He said with a faint smile. He was still tired, but I don't think he cared. I smiled and kissed his forehead, "Hey" We stayed there for a few minutes, I kept my arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

We weren't underneath a blanket or anything, we were just there. I wish I could stay here forever, holding him close.

It was 7:09 am, we had to get up eventually. "We should get up," I said. He only moved in closer to me, "Please don't let go of me." He said that in the softest tone I've ever heard him speak in.

That might've been the cutest thing I've ever witnessed.

Eventually, we sat up. We both took a shower (not together obviously-) and changed our clothing.

I threw black sweatpants and a green day t shirt on, and walked into the kitchen. I started brewing a cup of coffee, as Frank walked out in black ripped jeans and a solid black t shirt.

The scars and bruises on his arm had been exposed, but they were healing pretty nicely, you could barely even see his bruises.

theres gonna be a time skip for the next chapter because I have no fucking clue what to write. this is my first fanfic so i apologize if it's awful, but anyways they had coffee and they talked about stuff. it's like 12 in the afternoon and they're just hanging out