Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You

A/N: yeah so I know I said i would update yesterday but I was literally so busy. it was good, though! I got an electric guitar and a bass, and I bought stomachaches and some against me! albums, and i bought a sex bomb from Lush and a guitar necklace that was only 600 yen. so yeah, great. enjoy this update.

edit: i am sorry for not updating soon, actually had a lot of shit going on. love you guys !

edit #2: this is such a fucking filler bc i have other stuff planned and i needed this, i am sorry

Gerard's POV

I ran my fingers through Frank's hair, kissing the back of his neck.

"Happy birthday." I said softly. "Anything special you wanna do?"

"Mhm, you." I chuckled.

"Okay, I wasn't expecting that this early in the morning. But seriously, do you want me to make you a breakfast, or something? Draw something for you as a gift?" I felt Frank shrug.

"Just say you'll be here for me."

"I promise I'll be here for you. Hey, now you can buy your own fucking cigarettes."

"I kinda liked the whole 'you buying shit for me' situation. It was cute."

"I mean, I'll still buy shit for you, but you know, I have bills. Car payments. Shit like that." Frank stood up, taking my hand and pulling me up.

"Are you going to be doing anything today with your mom? Like, a party or something?" I reached for my phone, putting it in my pocket. Frank shook his head.

"She likes to get drunk on Halloween. Been doing that since everything went downhill." He still wouldn't tell me what exactly happened, and I internally sighed.

"Alright, let's head downstairs. I have your present down there." Frank looked puzzled.

"I thought you said -"

"Are you really that gullible?" I kissed his cheek, smiling. "I got you something last night. Oh, and Mikey's here, so, yeah." I didn't know what exactly I meant by announcing Mikey's presence.

I led Frank down the stairs, my hands covering his eyes.

"Is the hand covering necessary?" Frank said as we got to the bottom step.

"Very. Keep your eyes closed." I removed my hands, taking a blue box out of a hiding spot I had.

"Alright, open your eyes." I said, handing him the box.

Seeing Frank smile made me happy. He's usually kind of sad, or neutral, but I got to see him genuinely happy.

Frank slid the fingerless gloves onto his hands, popping his fingers. He looked up at me, a huge grin on his face.

"These are really cool. Does the skeleton design glow in the dark?" I shook my head.

"Nah, but I have some glow in the dark paint, I can paint over it if you want." I looked around the room, searching for Mikey.

"Really? That'd be cool."

"Come on, I'll show you." I took Frank's hand, leading him to a door close to the bathroom. The light was on.

"Mikey, you down here?" I said, heading down the stairs.

"Yeah."

I looked around the room at all the blank canvases. There were pieces of paper tacked up onto the walls, of ideas that were never finished or just reminders to go upstairs and use the bathroom or eat something every once in a while. I picked up a canvas that I had painted black a while ago, for some idea from some person years ago. I felt Frank's eyes on me as I placed it on an easel.

"Paint, paint, paint, paint, paint, paint!" I set the canister onto a table next to me, looking for an angled brush.

"Hey Mikey, wanna go get me a cup of water?" Mikey looked up from his phone, nodding.

"You know, I really thought that when you led me down here, we'd end up fucking, covered in paint and oil pastels." Frank said with a straight face, and my eyebrows raised.

"No. Kinky, but no." Mikey returned, handing me the cup of water. I dipped the brush in the water, then the paint.

I stared at the canvas for a couple of minutes before dipping the brush back in the water, placing it behind my ear. I grabbed two smocks, tossing one at Frank and putting mine on.

"Since you're watching, you might want to wear this." I dipped my right hand into the cold paint, flinging it at the canvas, watching it splatter. I chuckled as I did it a second time, shaking my hand over the canister of paint.

"That's gonna take a while to dry. In the meantime, I'll go scrub this off of my hands."

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"You own nail polish remover?" Frank said, walking into the large bathroom and sitting on the counter.

"It can be used for more than removing nail polish. But yes. Why do you think my nails always look so nice?" I raised a hand in front of his face, wiggling my fingers. He laughed.

"Do you own a lot of makeup? Or is it just the eyeliner, eyeshadow and nail polish?" I opened a drawer, reaching to the back.

"I have this really nice red lipstick. I don't wear it a lot, though." I pulled it out, handing the tube to Frank.

"Why'd you buy it, then?" He said with a light chuckle, giving it back to me.

"So I could feel pretty. And I have an outfit to match."

"Is it a dress?"

"That's not funny." Frank's eyes widened slightly. "Best damn dress I own."

"I wanna see."

"I bet you do."

"Did I make you mad?" I shook my head, kissing his cheek lightly.

"Today is not the day."

"You have specific days for dress-wearing?"

"Yes."

"Is it because Mikey is here?"

"That's one of the reasons."

"Hm." I walked downstairs, fixing myself a cup of coffee.

"No vodka this time?" I shook my head.

"Mikey would kill me. He doesn't like it when I drink." I said in a soft voice. I drank my black coffee, too lazy to add any cream or sugar.

"Something's wrong. Talk to me." Frank said, taking a hold of my left hand, wiggling my fingers and looking up at me. I took a deep breath.

"Usually when Mikey comes over, there's something up with the family. Last time, it was that my grandma was sick. I mean, she's doing better now, or that's what Mikey told me. I should go visit her."

"How sick was she?"

"It was pretty bad. She was so weak.. whenever we went to visit her, we had to go through those shower things that basically ripped all your skin off. For fear of her getting even more sick. But we got to talk to her. We weren't able to hug her, though, which sucked. She gives the best hugs." I looked over at Frank, and there were tears streaming down his face. I wiped them away with my thumb.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry on your birthday."

"It wasn't you. I.. I don't want to talk about it." Frank said softly, looking down. Once again, I internally sighed. I placed a hand on his knee.

"Let me know when you do, alright?"

A/N: sorry this is such a fucking filler but i wanted to get this up today. yeah, something happened to frank's dad, and i guess it's a lil obvious?? he just doesn't wanna talk about it because it brings back bad memories.

i love you guys, sorry if this chapter is short, i'm tired, i just woke up. but i'll update soon. thanks for all the happy birthday wishes !

jay