*WARNING: TOO MUCH FLUFF MAY CAUSE HEART PROBLEMS*
Frank's POV
My heart stopped when Gerard said that. He's amazing, he shouldn't have to think that way about himself.
"Gerard. Don't ever say that you're fat. Never say that you're ugly. Never say that you're stupid. Because it's not true. You're amazing. How many times do I have to tell you. And I didn't think these clothes would fit on you. It's not that you weigh more, it's the fact that you're five inches taller than me. I weigh less because of the height difference. And they only fit Mikey because he's younger than us. Don't feel bad Gee. You're amazing. Don't let anyone, including yourself, tell you anything different." I finally let out a breath. "Now how about we go get some Starbucks?" I smiled.
Gerard's eyes lit up when I said that. I threw him some bigger clothes I found in my closet and told him to get dressed so we could leave.
Gerard went into the bathroom to get changed once again. Five minutes later he came out, wearing the clothes that I
let him borrow.
I had found a plaid shirt that was a lot of different shades of blue, and some jeans that were a dark-ish grey.
"You look great." I said, smiling.
Gerard blushed and looked down.
"T-Thanks" He said.
"You ready?" I asked him, twirling my keys in my hands.
"Well I think I'm all right." He smirked.
"Then let's go." I said, walking out the door to my motorcycle. I sat down and patted the seat behind me. "Hop on"
"Ummmm, what is that?" Gerard asked, pointing at my motorcycle
"It's a motorcycle Gee. Please tell me you know what a motorcycle is." I asked.
"I-I know w-what a motorcycle is, I'm j-just..." he replied.
"scared of them?"
He nodded sadly and started to walk towards me.
"Just get on the back and hold on really tight, okay? I'll go really slow. Just take deep breaths." I reassured.
"O-okay." He said, climbing on the back of the motorcycle.
I could feel the seat shaking as he trembled. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, his pale and scarred arms rubbing against the fabrics of my shirt. His grip tightened as I turned the engine on, the bike giving a soft rumble.
A little bit of wetness hit the back of my shirt. At first, I thought it was rain. Then I realized Gee was crying. His tears hit my back as they fell of his perfect face.
"Do you want to stay here?" I asked him, turning around.
"No, I'm good." He sniffled.
I turned around and slowly stepped on the gas. I heard Gee take in a deep breath and he closed his eyes.
I could feel the air fly against my face as I raced through the streets, heading to the nearest Starbucks.
