Pose for me (Frerard)

Chapter eight

I awoke late the next morning to find an empty bed beside me. I looked around my room and saw Gerard sat at a chair in the corner, drawing. Once he had seen that I was awake he smiled at me and sauntered over. He came and paced himself lightly beside me and slowly reached up and put his slim fingers in my hair, pulling on the strands of my fringe. For some reason unknown to me, Gerard loved playing with my hair, not that I was complaining what so ever. I grinned up at him and pushed my head slightly against his hand so I was resting on it. He laughed shortly and leaned down to me, I closed my eyes and felt his lips grace mine for a short second before pulling away. "I don't know about you but I sure am hungry, will you cook for me again Frankie? I wouldn't mind having some of those pancakes you made last time." He whispered near my ear before leaning back and winking at me. I laughed at his antics before slowly untangling myself from the mess of bed sheets. I made my way into the kitchen and began digging through the cabinets for the ingredients. Gerard by this time, had gone to the lounge and soon returned with his phone in hand. He was texting a mile a minute and I felt myself getting angered, angered at who he was texting and how he found it so bloody amusing with the way he was laughing. I leaned over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of who he was texting but he caught me and his hand was on my face, pinching my cheeks harshly. "And what do you think you are doing?" He asked in a low voice, it was like yesterday only this time it was directed at me, not Mikey. My cheeks burned slightly and I looked down.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just curious is all." I whispered with a small shrug of my shoulders. He slowly took down his arm from my face and I reached up and rubbed at the tender skin with a soft whimper. I looked up at him to see a slight grimace on his face, he was looking down at me with putrid disgust. My eyes widened and he started to make his way to the door. "Where are you going?" I asked while running after him before he shut the door.

"Away from you." He answered before slamming the door shut after exiting. I was scared and being scared the only thing I thought of was to go see Mikey. I left my apartment and walked the short distance to his. I knocked gently and prayed he was in. The door opened and his slim figure revealed itself. I pushed past him without a word and made my way into the lounge.

"Frank? What are you doing here?" Mikey asked once I had perched myself onto the edge of the small, decaying sofa in the center of the room. I wasn't upset nor angry with him anymore for hitting me. I was upset and scared of Gerard, I didn't know him. I didn't know who he really was, what he was capable of and what was wrong with him.

"What's wrong with Gee?" I whispered and looked up at Mikey. He came and sat next to me, placing an arm around my shoulder. I leaned into his embrace and my throat felt like it was closing up, water was in my eyes. I held it back though, I wasn't going to cry. Not in-front of Mikey at least.

"What happened Frank? What did he do?" He asked in a soothing voice while petting my hair slightly. I sniffed and began to recite the story, starting from this morning. He nodded and made various sounds when needed but other than that he was completely quiet and still. When I had finished Mikey pulled me into him, me pressed against his chest while he was patting my head softly. "It's okay Frank, don't worry. It's Gerard's fault not yours, alright?" I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his torso. "Gerard has a few problems you see." He carried on. "He can't help it you know? It's not his fault he's like that. But you can't tell anyone what I'm going to tell you Frank alright?" I nodded slowly and looked up into Mikeys eyes. They were swimming with sympathy and sheer despair. I couldn't help but feel disconsolate for him. I watched him take a shuddering breath to calm himself down slightly before carrying on. "There is something wrong with him. Not any type of infectious disease or anything like that but it's in his mind. In his being." I nodded my head. I understood what he was getting at and I didn't like where it was going. I started to feel a small lump in my throat and I closed my eyes, leaning on Mikey for support. I felt him breathe in and out heavily. "He needs help but he won't admit it. I've tried to help him, I really have, but nothing seems to work and he always figures out what I'm trying to do and storms out." He whispered against my head. I felt his shoulders begin to shake ever so gently before I heard him intake sharply. Mikey was crying. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and placed my head against his chest. His arms found their way around my torso and he gently placed his head atop of mine. We stayed like this for what could of been hours, just holding each other, until he drew back. "You can't tell him I told you anything alright?" He asked softly.