When Both Our Cars Collide (Frerard)

Hush

"Gerard! Gerard! Wake up!" I open my eyes and Frank's there, his face glowing in the morning light. I feel confused and a bit lost. "Frankie? What happened?" He looks down at me, while I lay on the floor in pain. He shakes his head and holds me tightly, which hurts. He helps me to my feet and takes me to my bathroom. I'm sitting there all tensed up and trembling, but he doesn't question it, he doesn't ask me what's wrong, and he doesn't ask me if I'm ok - because he knows I'm not. All he does is help me. He wipes the blood from my nose and puts plasters on my cuts and kisses my bruises. I have bruises and hickeys, which look almost the same.

He kisses my cheek and goes upstairs to my room. "Frankie!" He stops in the doorway and looks at me with a smile. "I'll be fine." He goes upstairs and I stay still. It's been a while now and I'm starting to get worried. I suddenly hear a slap sound, I get up as quickly as my injuries will allow me and rush upstairs. "Frank!" He's standing with his head down and his hand over the right side of his face.

"Mikey!" I yell. "What's gotten into you?" He shrugs. "Well I hate it, Mikey, stop!" He just stares at me. I can't help but forgive him now, he just looks so cute and innocent again; just like my lil bro should! I reach over and hug him. "Just saying, if you touch him again, I'll break your arms." I mumble into his ear. He gulps and I hold Frank's hand. "I love you..." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. "So tomorrow's prom..." Mikey says while exhaling deeply."Shit that's tomorrow?" I grab my phone and text Lindsey.

Me: I hope you have a back-up plan for tomorrow night...

Lindsey: What?!

Me: I'm taking Frank to the prom instead - we're sorta dating...

Lindsey: Haha, omg gayyy!

Me: Actually it would seem that I am in fact gay, is there a problem?

Lindsey: Yeah, the fact that gay is gross.

Me: What about when you made out with Jamia?

Lindsey: That wasn't a big deal.

Me: Then me dating Frank isn't a big deal. We're in love.

I look at Frank who is standing next to Mikey, they've both been staring at me in silence for ages while I text her. "Um, should we go downstairs and eat, or something?" They both nod, I got downstairs. Pizza. Oven. Phone. I stare at my phone. I should check it, but I should check on the pizza. Phone, pizza...Phone, pizza... Meh, Lindsey isn't important to me anyway. I take the piza out and we all start eating it. Beep Beep.

Lindsey: Yeah, but you and Frank are different, you're disgusting.

Me: How so?

Lindsey: Guys aren't supposed to be in love or have sex or anything. They can't have babies.

Me: So you're saying that relationships are only about having sex and the fear that you might get pregnant?

Lindsey: Yup.

Me: But guys have G-Spot's in their butt.

Lindsey: I'm sure that just another thing like nipples.

Me: Girls don't have them.

That shut her up. She doesn't text back and I suddenly realise I sent a limo to pick her up tomorrow. I'll have to call him. Once that's sorted I'll have to call the florist and get him to send the flowers to Frank and not Lindsey. I need GEEsus right now. A little Angel version of me appears on my right shoulder, he's wearing a black military jacket and he has short silver hair. On the other shoulder, a devil version of me appears, he's wearing white jeans, a blue jacket and he has red hair which is a little bit longer. They're both older versions of me...