the back of the courtyard (frerard)

Chapter eleven

Who the hell knows how to spell the word spaghetti without looking at it being spelled

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Frank:

I didn't want to have to tell Gerard that there was a student stalking him. I didn't want him to be scared. But the way I know of this, at school on Friday I look at Gerard's desk in my classroom. Inside of the seat was written, "go back to California Gerard before the things I think about you become reality and all the pictures I take of you when you sleep get released to everyone in school."

The words were written on a post it bowled and at the bottom the note was signed with "bert M."

He had taken pictures of Gerard while he was in the shower, sleeping, and getting dressed.

I shook Gerard gently so that he would wake up.

"Honey, we have school today. I want you to get up." He groaned and opened his eyes, looking at me. "Where are we?" He said, not remembering how I had brought him to my home last night. "My house. Get up and get dressed. I need to talk to you before we leave." I whispered the last part but still saying it loud enough to where he could hear me well.

"Is it about something bad?" He asked, he seemed to shake and quiver like he was worried. I sighed. "I-I mean it's not horrible but you may not like it, Gee. I don't want you to be upset about it though. I don't like when your sad." I whisper the last sentence.

"Okay." He said, getting dressed into his clothes, not his uniform. That was strange. "Baby, uniform." I said quietly. "I don't want to wear it." He said. "You have to wear it. I don't want you to get in trouble for not wearing it. That's not something worth getting in trouble for. Wear your uniform." I said to him.

He rolled his eyes. "No. I don't want to. You can't make me either." He said to me. "Gerard. Now. Wear it." I pointed to his clothes where his uniform was. "Why the hell do you care if I wear my damn uniform or not. It's fucking bullshit and I don't care about it. Your just a teacher who doesn't care what I do." He said storming into the bathroom.

"Gerard way, do not cuss at me. Ever. I don't care if I'm "just a teacher" I'm also someone who cares about you and doesn't want you to get in trouble so I need you to wear your uniform." I said, almost sternly but also making sure I didn't hurt his feelings at all. He walked out of the bathroom, his eyes were watering.

I ran to him. "Shit are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked. I didn't want him to be sad. "I don't feel safe." He murmured. "Honey you are safe. I'm not letting anyone hurt you. Your safe with me." I whispered.

"Frankie. I've been doing bad things. And I've started hearing voices. They are telling me when I'm going to get hurt and it's scary. They tell me before something happens and I can barely save myself. Then sometimes they tell me... uh.. they tell me that I'm going to die. They tell me that someone is going to take me and do bad things to me and then kill me. Frankie I don't want to die."

At this point gee was breaking down. Crying. On the ground, tears soaking into the carpet. "Gee, baby, your safe. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you." I whispered in his ear to try and make him feel better.

"The voices told me it would happen today." He whispered.

"What did they tell you would happen baby?" I asked him, shaking.

"That I'm gonna get stolen from you. I'm gonna get assaulted in... the really bad ways. And that, someone is going to take a knife to my throat and chest and kill me. The voices they keep saying it. I-I'm scared."

I pulled him onto my lap and he cried into my shirt. "Honey, what are the things you've been doing? The bad things?" I asked him quietly. "B-Bad things. Can't tell you. Secret. You be mad at me. Can't tell you." He was rushing his words and whimpered and crying and he looked so broken.

"Tell me when your ready honey. I won't be mad. But I need you to tell me at some point. If your doing something that is harming you, I want to help you and I am going to try so hard to help you." I whisper in his ear and rub his back. He nodded and hugged me. I hugged him back and kissed his neck a few times to try and reassure him and make him feel better.

"Everything is going to be okay. I promise. If I break that promise, I swear I will let you hit me in the head with a bat or whatever you want." I said. That finally caused him to let out a small chuckle and wipe his nose, and his cheeks getting all the tears onto his hands aside from his face.

"Pretty boys like you shouldn't cry. Your far to pretty to cry, Geebear." I whispered. He blushed, his cheeks turning bright red. His hair was still very short and he looked adorable. He ended up changing into his uniform, the girls uniform, which made him look even more adorable.

"Gee, I don't want to upset you but I need to talk to you about something okay? We were talking about this earlier." I whispered. He whimpered and seemed like he almost whined because he was scared. Scared of being sad.

He looked up at me. His eyes watering again, looking like he was very close to crying his eyes out as he stuttered out the words, "w-What do you n-need to talk ab-about?"

I ran my fingers through his hair a few times before finally sighing and answering his question.

"Gee, I think you should move back to California."

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Tacos are so damn good oh my god