Our Foundations from Decay

Gerard POV 53

A morning of silence, it was.
Passing green trees highlighted in early sun, and my window rolled down to catch the fresh road breeze; yet it was the most intense morning.
Me and Frank had reconnected, thank the Lord, but there was still tension.
I mean, we technically had a fight back at the tattoo parlor and separated for a whole night. I stayed over at Bert's house, for gods sake! And Frank doesn't even know yet.

".... How do you feel?" Franks voice broke the silence of the car softly driving on rocky road.
"Mm.. I feel a lot of things." I muttered into my arm as I laid with my head on the cars windowsill, scruffy black hair flowing out of the frame.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he spoke awkwardly. Have things between us changed this much in such little time? "....smoke break? I'll buy you some coffee. "

I felt a smile tug at the corner of my mouth; "You sure know how to cheer me up, Frank Iero."
Lucky for me, I guess things really hadn't changed as much as I thought.

Frank handed me my warm coffee through the window as smoke crawled out into the air.
He clambered in the car, and we sat parked by the gas station, smoking out the car window and sipping on subpar coffee. Good, old comfort.

"Thank you for coffee, Frankie," I couldn't help blush through my words. Even through separation, tension, all this love and loss, weak knees don't go.

"Of course, Gee." He smiled, emerald eyes meeting mine for what felt like the first time in a while. And then he said something I wish he wouldn't. "...so where did you go after I left last night?"

Fuck.

"Well," I glared out the rolled down window, fixating on the tiny ashes dropping from my stick. I wish I was this ash, falling freely and gracefully onto rickety gravel, instead of in this situation right now.

"I had nowhere to go. My feet dragged me along the crosswalk until I couldn't see light anymore— until I began to get paranoid and desperate."

"Damn, just spit it out already. What, did you have to resort to cannibalism or something? Cus, if you did, I'm just saying, as long as it wasn't some cute young guy, then I'm fine with it."

"No, Frank, I stayed the night at Bert's!" I scoffed in desperation, flicking more ashes recklessly out the window with my coffee gripped tightly in my other hand.

"Well, I don't blame you, I guess. But tell me the bad part. Don't tell me you did things with that fuckin' weirdo, Gee."

"No! No... just smoked and drank abit then crashed on his couch."

Fuck, I hope he doesn't hate me.

"Gerard... it's okay." He tucked a stray chunk of hair behind my ear, kissing my skin softly. "Listen, dude, I'm just glad you're okay."

Awww.

He threw the last of his cigarette butt out of the window before leaning back and sighing hard.

Sometimes you can be so irresistible.
I carefully set my coffee down, flicked my butt out the window, then yanked Frank for a big fat kiss.

My flustered eyes opened to a blushing Frank. "Oh, hello" he smiled and I laughed at his charm. I missed days like this, goofy and eccentric moments with Frank.

Wait, what is that...

We both did a slow look to his crotch.

"Umm, ignore that."

Trust me, I tried my best to, biting back a series of laughs.

"C'mon, let's just get going." He reached for his seatbelt, and the next thing I knew, we were hightailing it on the freeway once again. Me and Mom will be home soon, Dad.