In Another Life (frerard)

14

"Fuck!" I was shaken awake by Frank jolting up. "What's going on." "Oh shit Gerard, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. But uhm..." "Huh?" I said sitting up. My eyes slowly adjusted. I looked at Frank and followed his eyes to see what he saw. "Pete!?"

"This is so gay oh my god."

"Pete. Get out of my room, why the fuck are you even down here? What time is it?"

"Well Mikey told me to come down here because there was a random car in the drive way and he didn't know who's it was and he wanted me to ask you. But I guess... it's Franks. And it's like 2:30."

"Okay, good to know, now kindly, get the fuck out of my room, and for the love of god, don't let Mikey come down here." "Oooh, okay, ya'll want some privacy. I see how it is."

I rolled my eyes and slammed my head back into the pillow as Pete slowly walked up the stairs.

"Sorry I woke you up." Frank said after Pete finally made his way upstairs and slammed my door.

"It's okay, someone had to get him out of here." Frank laughed a little bit, but didn't lie back down.

"Hey Gerard?" "What Frank?"

"How come you don't mind me touching you." "What?" I said sitting up, blushing, probably harder than I should. "You told me you don't like being touched, but... well." He said gesturing to himself in my bed

"You're different Frank. I can't even begin to explain it. You're special. Your touch is familiar. Its comfortable, it doesn't make me cringe and want to peel my skin off, like most people. I don't want to sound crazy, but it's like..." I sighed, not knowing how to tell him without sounding like a lunatic.

"Its like when you're not touching me, I feel... Empty. I know that sounds weird but thats just how it is. At first it was only in my dreams, but tonight. It's different. It's in the real world." Frank just looked at me, stunned.

"Fuck, i'm sorry. I know I sound crazy. If you're uncomfortable and you want to leave you can but-."

Before I could finish my sentence, Frank grabbed me and pulled me over to him, my head resting on his chest. His arms wrapped around my back and face. If this were anyone else, I'd be running, but it's not. It's Frank.

"You're so special Gerard, you have no idea." He laid down, keeping me as close to him as possible. He closed his eyes and sighed. I draped my arm over his stomach and my leg between his. He put his arm around me pulling me even closer, and used his other hand to play with my hair.

"You really have no idea." "I'm so glad I met you Frankie. In real life, not just in my dreams."

"Me too Gerard. Now go to sleep." "Goodnight, again." "Goodnight again to you too."

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I woke up with that empty feeling again. I opened my eyes to see Frank gone. Though it was still warm where he slept. He probably went upstairs for coffee. I looked at my clock and saw that it was 10:00 I slept in late.

I started upstairs, but half way up I hear Mikey and Frank talking. About me. Again.

"Frank, please, you gotta tell me!"

"Tell you what exactly?"

"EVERYTHING. Did you guys kiss."

"Of course not."

"Did you tell him?"

"No. You know I can't do that Mikey, I told you."

Tell me what, I need to know, I don't understand what I can't know.