What are we? (Frerard)

(Trust me)

(Current day Friday)
Frank pov

I didn't really want to go home. So I took a Detour to my special place. I'm kind of hoping Gerard was there...

It would be an understatement to say I was disappointed to see that Gerard wasn't there, but what was there was a notebook that laid on the leaf covered ground. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it. I felt a feeling of awe wash over me as for the note book was filled with sketches of unfamiliar yet oddly beautiful faces. I eagerly flipped through the book taking the time to point out the detail in every individual sketch of a person. I stopped at the one I recognized. A detailed sketch of Mikey Way. It had exceptional depth. Just like him. The style of his hair, the shape of his eyes, even the facial expression that was the classic bitch face Mikey wore everyday.

I flipped the page and there was a sketch of his mom Donna. I tilted my head in confusion because Mikey couldn't have drawn these cause he doesn't come here.... As far as I know.

Did Gerard draw theses? I never thought he would know Mikey and not to mention drawing Donna...

The realization slapped me in the face so hard I felt whiplash linger in my neck.

Mikey had a brother. A brother he never talks about because he's never home. A brother that I bet is Gerard. That would make him Gerard way.

All the light bulbs that went off in my head and made me feel dizzy. I leaned against the rough bark of a near by tree while rubbing my temples.

I lifted my hand from my face and I continued to flip through the notebook. My eyes widened and I swear my heart stopped for a moment. If Gerard did draw these it means he drew a sketch of me. I felt myself blushing like crazy. To my amazement the sketch was really fucking good! I may not be pretty, but if you saw this you'd be fooled. I had the temptation to take it so tore it out, folded it up, and placed it in my pocket.

Once the unbearable headache started to come back I desperately clung to the tree as I felt myself losing consciousness once again.
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"Frank? Frank wake up!" I opened my eyes and panicked until I felt the damp ground beneath me an immediately remembered where I was.

"Gerard." I gasped at the sight of him. Even with even worsening bags under his eyes and clammy skin he still was beautiful. His hazel eyes peered into mine with concern, but relaxed out, amusement and charisma swimming in them.

"Hey." He greeted with a smile helping me sit up. "Trouble handling your alcohol, kid? Honestly you look like shit." He said chuckling himself.

"No! I have this problem. Besides, you look no better." I defended in a shy mumble.

Gerard rolled his eyes, but the concern returned and he asked, "Are you okay?" God I wish people would stop asking me that. In all honestly, I'm surprised Gerard cared enough to ask this many times or even at all.

"Yeah. Just tired." I said as convincingly as I could. He didn't really seem to buy it though. "Look I know we don't have the close relationship, but you don't have to lie to me." He murmured. I bit my lip and attempted to stand up. I lost my balance and my grip on reality faltered, but Gerard managed to grasp me quickly, stabilizing me as I leaned against him.

"I'm not lying." I attempted.

He laughed. "Bullshit." He scoffed. "I've told this same lie so many times Frank, I can tell when's someone's telling it to me."

I cleared my throat awkwardly avoiding his statement.

"Trust me, Gerard. I'm okay. Especially now you're here."