Awake, and Unafraid (Frerard, Rikey)

Romance

---three months later---

Gerard's P.O.V.

I took a deep breath.

Only a couple more minutes.

I look over to my side, and Frank is there, holding my hand. I smile, and he squeezes my hand.

I get butterflies every time he does that.

I know, it's cheesy, but hey! It's the truth...

The clock is ticking, almost done.

School, aka hell, is almost done.

Frank smiles.

What a perfect boy.

I've waited too long for this. I needed summer. I needed him in my life. He kept my going these last couple of weeks.

I mean, I was in the hospital for four weeks. Then I needed a two weeks of resting.

I mean, I actually had 3 broken ribs, a concision, and a bruised hip.

I Was in a lot of pain.

I was caught up on school because they sent a lady to teach me. She was pretty nice..So I didn't need to worry about that.

Other than the school lady Frank kept visiting me, and sat there with me. And sang to me. And the best part,

he kissed me... alot.

It made my hospital experience not that bad.

And when my parents got to the hospital, they totally flipped out.

My mother started crying, and my father was cursing at "his inner self" for not being always there

We caught the people that beat me up.

But before we called the cops, my dad beat the shit out if them.

The cops asked why they were... Swollen... And we said we found them that way...

They bought it, so I guess it's fine.

Everything in my life is better...

The voices, are going away...

I have no idea how, but Frank is making me have better self esteem, and worse self esteem.

I mean, I couldn't compare, his body is beautiful, he has awesome tattoos, his voice is amazing, he can play guitar, his eyes are beautiful and I'm just... There...

Mikey and Ray are still going strong. They may have done some... Dirty... Things... But they still are as strong as ever...

I know what your thinking...

Frank and I DID NOT have sex.

Not yet at least

(MUAHAHAHA)

But I'm not promising anything about Ray and Mikey...

Anyways, Frank did inspire me to write a song. He said I had a lot of good Ideas and I needed to get them out somehow.

I tried writing.. And it didn't work very well...

I drew alot. Which is healthy.

I always drew. I wanted to go to college for it. And I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself.

I had tons of feelings about the "gang attack" I was in, so he said to write about that.

But I drew a picture too, and the picture was of me, on the railroad tracks crying rainbow tears, then Frank was above me with black angel wings. He had a halo. And was reaching out to me.