The World is Ugly (Frerard)

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Franks POV.

I awoke on a couch I didn't recognize, blankets wrapped around me like a cocoon. I slowly sat up, my head pounding and the room spinning slightly. I shook the feeling off as I looked around again.

"Oh.. Right.." I whispered to myself, taking everything in again. I was at Gerard's house, the sweet man I accidently ran into last night. I sighed and shimmied out of the blankets and made my way into the kitchen. The plaid pants the other man gave me hung low on my hips from being slightly to big, the shirt making my torso disappear.

I shuffled my way into the doorway, then into the kitchen, turning the light on to see better. I checked my phone, it was only 8:05. I hope Gerard wouldn't mind if I made coffee before I left. I looked around for the machine and low and behold the coffee and the filters were already there, ready to be used. I cleaned out the pot from last nights coffee and began brewing a fresh pot. I grabbed the water and Tylenol the other had left for me, chugging them down quickly. My body ached. 

As the coffee brewed, I went back into the Livingroom. I folded the blankets I had used neatly and set them on the back of the couch, putting the pillows back in their spots. I looked around for the TV remote and threw on some music, quietly of course. It always helps me clear my head. I made my way back into the kitchen and made my cup of yummy bean water and made one for Gerard as well.

I looked around for something to write on before finally landing on a piece of paper-towel.

'Gerard (i hope),

thnk u so mch 4 ur help. i appreciate it greatly, kind stranger. im srry 4 running into you like that, rough shit. anyway, heres my number (xxx)-xxx-xxxx

txt me sometime, you seem rlly cool. :)

xofrnk

p.s- srry for leaving before you woke up, i, uh, had something to do i guess.

p.p.s- yes i will return ur clothes if u return mine :)'

I smiled contently at the note and set the pen back where I found it, putting the towel near the others cup. I gathered whatever I had shoved into my jeans and my backpack and left out the front door quietly. I put in my earbuds and began to walk back to my dreaded home.

Gerard POV.

I woke up to the front door being shut. I groaned and swung my legs out of bed, the smell of coffee filling my nose. 'Maybe he's still here, just wanted to check the weather or something?' I mumbled in a hopeful manner, wanting to get to know the boy. 

I made my way downstairs. The blankets I let Frank borrow were folded neatly on the back of the couch, the pillows the way they were before he laid down. I sighed at the empty sight, going into the kitchen. I grabbed my coffee and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the cupboard, pouring a small amount into the coffee. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to feel a little better. I stirred it together and noticed the paper towel with scribbled handwriting by where my mug was set.

I picked it up, reading it with a small smile. I entered Frank's number into my phone immediately, saving it as 'pretty stranger'. I wasn't lying. He was broken. But he was the prettiest boy I have ever seen. 

I went back upstairs to get ready for my day. I worked at the local school. I wasn't a teacher yet, but was more so a teachers assistant . I helped a lot in the art and music classes. I shoved my sweatpants down my legs, replacing them with nice slacks and soon replacing my Queen shirt with a white button up, no tie today. I slipped on my black converse and sighed. Should I text Frank? I'm worried about a boy I just met. Fuck it.

'hey, this is Gerard! is this frank?'

'hi Gerard! yes this is. im sorry for leaving so abruptly, needed to check on my mom.'

We talked for a moment and I smiled at his last text. I finished getting ready for my day and finished my coffee. I made sure everything was off before heading out the door and driving my way to the school. I was still new, but I was well liked, which meant I could get away with more. Like my drinking, nobody has ever said anything, except for Mikey, but, that's another story.  

I finally pulled into the school parking lot, parking and getting out of my car. I leaned against it as I lit my cigarette. I inhaled the sweet nicotine, and exhaled the smoke.

Franks POV.

I made my way home from Gerard's, hoping for a text soon. I made sure to walk slower, not really knowing what to expect when I got home. I finally made it home, no cars in sight. Good for me, bad for my mom.  I made my way inside and was greeted with the leftover smell of vomit and vodka. 

I threw my bag on the floor and looked around, sighing. I grabbed a mop and bucket and filled it with water, mopping up whatever puke was left. I soon got the text I was awaiting for.

'hey, this is Gerard! is this frank?'

'hi Gerard! yes this is. im sorry for leaving so abruptly, needed to check on my mom.'

'oh shit, hope all is okay. are you ok?'

'yes, thank you. maybe we could hangout soon?

"sure! how about later this afternoon? when I get out of work? maybe we can rebump into eachother, i have a few errands to run first tho."

"sounds wonderful, see u whenever, gee."

I smiled as I sent my last text. I soon had the house clean, again. I went upstairs and changed into my own clothes, taking off and folding Gerard's nicely and putting them on my bed. I threw on the usual: black ripped and torn skinny jeans, a red and black sweater, and my vans. I decided to put on a little eyeliner again.

I rolled my sleeve up and sighed at the sight, thankful Gerard never mentioned it. I frowned at the fresh marks from days prior. I quickly snapped out of it, shoving my sleeves back down as I went back downstairs. I left out the front door quickly with my bag and earbuds and made my way to the local music shop. I worked there part time since I dropped out of school at 18, not finishing my senior year. Yesterday was my birthday, Halloween. I fucking love Halloween, but, my mom always made me feel like shit. 

I came out to her at 16 as gay, struggling already. She screamed at me and called me a disgrace as a man. My dad left soon after, then her drinking started. Then my self harm started, whether it was burning, cutting, drinking until I couldn't see ten feet in front of me anymore, or drugs. Anything to not feel her anger.

I walked into the familiar store and put on my nametag. It was bold, so you could tell I worked there. It had my name messily written on it and some small stickers placed onto it. 

It was now around 4 in the afternoon. I was stuck stocking the shelves with vinyls or books, whatever I grabbed first. I heard the bell above the door ding as it opened. "Hey, Gerard! Thought I was gonna miss you this week!" the cashier spoke, jokingly to the man.

I perked up at the name, Gerard. Was it him? Oh god. I turned around and placed the overstock items back into the bin I had, looking up to see that it was, indeed the man I had ran into the night prior. Except he was dressed up, work attire I'm assuming, but god did he look hot.

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A/N- HAHAAA cliffhanger bitches