The Boy On The Beach - frєrαrd [Completed]

Saturday March 1st

Gerard's POV
7:45

Over the past few days Mikey had been going out more, and Frank and I had been getting closer. I would consider ourselves friends, but, things seemed a little more than platonic. Today was no exception.

Mikey was out, again, and I'm positive that he's a Pete Wentz's house. Frank was sitting on my floor, staring at the ceiling, giggling every now and then for no particular reason, even though it was quarter to eight in the morning.

But Frank didn't need to worry because it was Saturday so he sat there, looking like he was very, very, high.

"You look high." I said, vocalising my thought to the younger boy.

"And what if I am?" Frank asked, a small smirk playing on his features as he rocked back and forth where he was sitting.

"I wouldn't have a problem with it honestly." I shrugged, leaning back against my bedroom wall. Frank looks up at me and smiles at me widely. "The floor comfy?" I asked, looking down at Frank.

"Not really." He said, a small smirk playing at his lips once again. I motioned for him to come sit next to me on my bed and he did. He scrambled up off the floor and crawled over to my bed, kneeling in front of me before hopping up next to me. I smile at him and he smiles back, collapsing into my blankets and pillows. "I'm sleepy." Frank said, his voice muffled by my pillows.

"Then go to sleep." I said in a 'duh' tone of voice. Frank shrugs and closes his eyes, snuggling into my covers. In my head I think 'fuck it' and lie down next to him, closing my eyes and pulling my covers over our bodies.

"I can't sleep." Frank mumbled, turning over to look at me. I open one eye to look at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, turning over onto my side to get a better look at the smaller boy, who had a sleepy expression on his face. "Why can't you sleep?"

"Because I'd rather look at you." Frank said cheesily, smiling at me.

"You're adorable, and that was cheesy as fuck." I said, scooching closer to Frank so that I could wrap an arm around the smaller boy.

"Thanks, and I know." Frank said, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, making him look even cuter. I smiled in return, never looking away from Frank.

"What the hell is that vibration and why is it happening?" I asked.

"That's probably my phone..." Frank said giggling, if kittens could giggle, they would sound exactly like that.

"Oh." I said as I watched Frank pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing to who I guessed were his bunch of new friends.

"Would it be all right if some friends came over?" Frank asked, looking up at me with big wide eyes, he looked just like a little kid.

"You don't have to ask, you basically live here just as much as Mikey and I do, although lately it doesn't seem like Mikey lives here all that much." I said, Frank smiled at me and I smiled back, causing him to squeal and hug me.

I was shocked at first but then hugged him back, wrapping my arms tightly around his torso.

"Thank you." He mumbles into my ear, "my parents had never let me have people over..." Frank said, I brought one hand up and caressed the side of his head, smiling into his shoulder.