Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)

I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

a/n: i have sorta decided that i'm gonna go in detail with the funeral. as i'm writing this, idk if in this chapter or not. enjoy this update. soppy authors note at the end.

tw for funeral details, also drug mention tw.

Gerard's POV

"Gee, have you eaten today?" I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.

"I haven't moved from this spot since I showered." Was my muffled reply, and I felt Frank remove the pillow from my face. I closed my eyes.

"Come on. You're shaking, come and eat something." I shook my head.

"Leave me alone, Frankie."

"Fine, but your coffee's gonna get cold." I opened my eyes, standing up. Frank chuckled, and I slowly walked downstairs.

"Here." Frank said as I drank my coffee, holding out two pills. I raised an eyebrow, taking them, and Frank nodded in the direction of the couch. I didn't know Mikey decided to stay.

"Get your car keys."

"What?" I said, looking at the keys on the counter.

"We're going to go eat." Frank said slowly.

"This was not part of the deal."

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall seeing your name signed on a sheet of paper. I'm trying to get you food before you pass out. Now come on."

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I crushed my pancake into different shapes with my fork. Frank didn't order anything, he was just watching to make sure I ate.

Jason told us to go to this run down restaurant that barely anyone even knew existed because no one would see us or recognise us. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, answering the call from my mom.

"Hey." I started, scooting the plate away from me.

"Hey, honey. How are you doing? Mikey told me he was over there." Frank reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a granola bar.

"Gee, you gotta eat something." He said softly, and I took the chocolate dipped bar, cursing mentally as I ate it.

"I'm doing good, mom. I'm fine."

"Who was that talking? Is that Frank? Mikey was telling me about him." Dammit, Mikey.

"Yeah, mom, that's Frank." I looked over at him, and his eyebrows raised slightly as he continued scrolling on his phone.

"Is he your boyfriend?" My heart rate increased.

"I-I don't know." I removed the phone from my ear. "Frankie, are you my boyfriend?" His head snapped up, eyes wide.

"Yeah, Gee." I put the phone back to my ear.

"Yes. Frank is my boyfriend."

"How old is he?"

"874 and a half years old." Frank stifled a laugh, cheeks turning pink.

"Gerard, be serious." I sighed.

"Fine, he's 18." My mom was quiet for a few seconds.

"I have some money for you. To help with the funeral costs." I said when she didn't reply. "The students made a card and signed it and they gave me a couple hundred dollars. You can come over later."

"Okay." She paused, and I tapped my fingers on the table. "Have you thought about what I said?"

"Mom, I'm not going to rehab." I said quickly, running a hand through my hair that I hadn't washed in a week. I needed to redye it, my brown roots were starting to show.

"Gerard, have you even considered it? It'd help a lot with overcoming your addiction." I hung up, turning my ringer off and locking my phone. Frank took that as a sign to stand up, grabbing his things.

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I held onto Frank tightly when we both decided to nap. Mikey was downstairs on the phone with Pete Wentz.

I reached and turned off the lamp, and Frank sighed softly.

"So, rehab." Was all he said.

"Yeah. I don't wanna do it, though."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll get better. I promise." I let go of him so he could turn and look at me.

"You do?" I nodded.

"Yeah. No more drinking, no more pills, no more cocaine-"

Frank looked taken aback. "Wait, hold up, cocaine?" I nodded, continuing.

"I won't do it anymore, any of it. The only problem is that I can't stop taking the pills abruptly or I'll get seizures. I have to gradually decrease the amount for at least two weeks." Frank nodded, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"Well, I don't want my boyfriend to have seizures. I actually don't want anyone to have seizures, but I say you because you're very important to me and I care about you a lot-"

The door opened, and my mom slipped in.

"Sorry sorry sorry, did I interrupt something?" I turned on the lamp, sitting up.

"No, mom. You're fine. I stood up, fixing my shirt and looking in my bag for the envelope.

a/n: how you know you're passionate about writing: i literally had to look up the correct way to introduce two people and who was of a higher rank.

"Mom, that's my boyfriend Frank over there who apparently forgot how to talk." A pillow hit me in the face when I turned around, envelope in hand.

"Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. ." He shook my mom's hand. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Way." There was a huge smile on my mom's face.

"Please, you're making me feel old. Call me Donna." Frank nodded, letting go of her hand.

I handed the envelope to my mom.

"Gerard, why'd you accept all this money?"

"Trust me, I tried giving it back." She placed the envelope in her purse.

"Oh, Gerard, one more thing." I raised an eyebrow, and she smacked my arm twice.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't hang up on your mother, that's rude!"

I looked over at Frank, who was having the fucking time of his life over there, watching us, his eyes flicking back and forth like he was at a tennis match.

"I'm sorry, mom." I mumbled, letting her hug me. I rocked her back and forth as we hugged.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too, mom. I'll get better, I promise."

"Okay, Gerard. You better keep that promise, okay? Oh, and take care of your brother, please?"

"I will take care of Mikey. I have been for years."

"Take care of Frank, too. He's really something special. Do you love him?"

"Yes, mom, I love him."

"How much do you love him?"

"The equivalent of the mass of the sun multiplied by 874.5. I don't even know how much that is, but even that cant describe how much I love him."

"Good. Never lose him, never leave him. Okay, Gerard?"

"Okay, mom."

"I love you." She kissed my cheek, and I smiled.

"I love you too. Don't cry, please don't cry." She shook her head.

"Happy tears, Gerard. Happy tears."

a/n: this chapter was sorta a filler but idk, i thought it was sweet.

i wanted to say thank you for 3.33k. words cannot express how much this means to me. it makes me happy to know that people actually care about what I type, or what i'm passionate about, that people actually care about me, i guess. i love you guys so much.

- jay