In Death We Shall Cry For You

Oil Paints

Gerard stared at the calender and let out a small breath of surprise. Has it really been thirty five days since he met Frank? No... it can't have been. Where did the days go?

Day one -

Gerard messaged Frank over a website, which uses usernames, to ask for his gender and instantly responding saying how much of an awkward person he is.

Frank responds with saying he's a guy and that its fine; he's awkward too.

Gerard and Frank then found out each others names and messaged each other for the rest of the night. By midnight they had swapped cell phone numbers.

Day seven -

"I just don't get why he does everything, Frank. Why does my own brother hate me?" Gerard whispered to his best friend. His only friend.

"I don't know, Gee....but don't think about it all. You have me to help you forget." Frank told him, wrapping his thin arms around the taller boy.

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Frankie. Don't forget that, please don't."

Day sixteen -

Frank ran up behind Gerard and jumped onto his back, giggling as his friend then continued to run, speeding away through the fields of grass surrounding Belleville.

"It's like I'm flying, Gee!" He squealed, knitting his short fingers into Gerard's black hair. "Holy fuck this is awesome!"

"I'm glad you like it, but I'm fucking tired." Said the older boy as he dropped Frank onto the grass and then flopped down beside him. Frank snuggled up to Gerard, resting his head on his friend's chest.

"Today has been okay," Gerard said after a while. "Thank you Frankie."

Day twenty three -

Gerard knocked on Frank's bedroom door quickly before walking in but he froze. Frank held two cupcakes in his hands, one chocolate the other vannila, a smile stretching beautifully upon his face.

"What's going on, Frank? What are you doing?"

Frank held the vannila cupcake out to Gerard. "Its your one month, Gee. You're a month clean of self harm."

Gerard choked on the vannila frosting. "Seriously? How did I not know?"

Frank shrugged.

Gerard hugged him tightly. "Its all thanks to you, Frankie. You're always there making me happy and helping me. I must have said this a gazzilion times but I'll say it again - thank you."

Frank was crying. "G-Gee, you dick you're making me cry!"

Gerard poked his tongue out at him. "That's what you get motherfucker."

Day thirty -

"Holy shit, I hate you for ruining my life!" Frank moaned at Gerard as he sat next to the other boy as he drew. "Why the fuck did you make me read that book?"

"You needed to be educated in literary gods... I don't know. But did you like it?"

"Like it? I fucking loved it!"

"There ya go, that is what I mean; Cassandra Clare is a great author." Gerard gloated.

"Urgh I hate you at times."

"Nah you love me."

Gerard smirked at the memory of his recent friendship with Frank Iero and looked over at the table where his drawing of his best friend lay.

Damn, he was too lucky to have met Frank. Far too lucky, Gerard thought as he heard the front door open and then footsteps into the house.

"Gee?" Frank called out from the hallway, wondering where the crazy artist had gone.

"Here, coffee?"

"Fuck yeah." Frank called back. He then pulled out the small parcel he knew Gerard would love. He took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen and smiled at the back of his friend.

"Hey... I have something for you..."

Gerard turned around and frowned when he saw the wrapped present. "Frankie... you didn't have to."

Frank waved him off with a childish smirk. "Just open it! You'll like it, I promise."

Gerard unwrapped his present and laughed when he held it up, raising an eyebrow at Frank.

"Really? You got me oil paints? I did say they were too expensive."

"But you were always complaining how my tattoos would be better to get right with these paints. And anyway, you deserve them."

"Why?"

"Because you're an amazing friend and I couldn't have asked for a better one."

There was silence until Gerard spoke up.

"Thanks for the oil paints."