They Don't Believe In Us (frerard)

13- Elena

Gerard's POV

My breathing hitched.

My heart skipped a beat.

No, I take that back.

My heart stopped.

My voice was stuck in my throat.

But my eyes stayed open, staring.

Into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

'I love you.'

Those words came out of Frank's lips.

And they were directed to me.

For me.

And me only.

'I love you.'

I hadn't realized I was drowning in my thoughts.

I snapped back out of my zoning when I felt Frank's thumb, whose hand was still on my cheek, rub my face gently.

There was a worried look on his face when he spoke up.

"W-was that too, too soon? Oh, oh God it was I-I'm so sorry I said it too soon I feel terri-"

"I love you, Frankie." My voice was found again when I cut him off.

"W-wait, y-you, you do?" His eyes sparkled in hopefulness as my pale hands found his artfully-covered ones, interlocking our fingers loosely. I just laughed at him, nodding briefly before kissing him lovingly. Frank kissed back immediately and with just as much love as me. We broke and rested our foreheads together as a worrisome thought popped into my head.

"I-shit Frankie- why does this have to be illegal?" My voice barely above a whisper and cracking when I spoke the last word.

"I ask myself that question every fucking day." Frank replied, also in a whisper.

"We have to be so careful Frankie I don't want to risk anything." I put emphasis on the 'anything'. Scared was the perfect word to describe how I felt right now.

Frank's hands tightened around mine as he nuzzled his face on mine, our lips brushing.

"We can do this, Gee. I have faith we can. I know you can do that too. Keep the faith." He pecked my lips once, me nodding afterwards to give myself reassurance.

Why do relationships like this have to be illegal? I mean, yes, I definitely understand if it's a grade school teacher and student, but high school student, a senior at that, and a young teacher? A small age gap in between them? I don't understand. Fucking Beyoncé and Jay Z have a twelve year age gap between them and our society worships them.

"Can we last six months until I graduate without anything happening?"

"Like you said, Gee, we've gotta be careful. I know we can do that."

"I-I guess- yeah, you're right." I let go of Frank's hands and cupped his face, rubbing my thumbs in circular motions on his cheeks. Then I brought his face to mine. After kissing for a few minutes Frank decided we should head back, I agreed obviously.

The car ride home was comfortably silent with some small chatter here and there, the radio on low. Our hands were interlocked the whole time, Frank rubbing my knuckles soothingly with his thumb. It really calmed me and took my mind off of the things that were worrying me. It calmed me so much that I feel asleep after ten or so minutes.

It felt like I was only asleep for a minute when I heard a voice, but I didn't make out what was said. Then I felt what I thought was the car door on my side opening before I felt myself getting lifted bridal style. I was stirring a bit in my sleep due to this, but I was too tired to fully wake up.