Demented

My Way of Saying I Love You

"Frank. It's time." Frank smiled hard and sat on Gerard's soft bed. Gerard pulled out a sketchbook he was hiding behind his back. "Okay. Here goes." He opened it up to reveal drawings of Frank.

"Fucking shit, you're great!"

"I've drawn many pictures of you over the last month. The first one is you sitting on your bed, reading. The second is you sleeping. They were prepossessing scenes, so I decided to draw them- draw you."

"They're beautiful."

"This one is of you falling asleep on the couch while ABC Family was on. It's my favorite. Here you are eating pancakes. I drew this one while you talked to Lindsey. You both look pretty nice here."

"Gee, I love it." Frank was beyond delighted. He gave him a tight hug. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome Frankie. I'm glad you like it."

"You are so gifted. Did you ever think about becoming an artist?"

"I was planning on art school and being a comic book artist."

"Oh that's cool, you'd do great!"

"What do you plan on doing," Gerard asked, "platonically" wrapping his arm around Frank's waist, bringing his head to his chest.

"I don't know. I never really saw myself living past my birthday. So I never really put too much thought to it. But I loved guitar, so I thought maybe I'll be a guitar teacher or play in a band. Although the thought of actually having to perform sickens me and I'd probably have a panic attack. So a guitar teacher sounds much better."

"I really wanna hear you play. I bet you're great," Gerard began playing with his hair.

"I wish I had my guitar, I would play for you. Anytime you wanted."

"I would love that. I'd also love for you to live past your next birthday."

"Maybe," Frank shrugged.

"C'mon, don't say that Frank."

"But who would really care?"

"I care."

"But you can't care."

"It's more complicated than that."

"My parents would be happy to have me gone."

"I'm sure they love you. They just don't show it. They should though."

"Do you think your parents loved you?"

"They did. They were too drunk to ever show it. Like, I can show someone love but not mean it. They couldn't show love, but they felt it."

"Hmm, what do you mean by you can show love but not feel it?" questioned Frank.

"I came to the conclusion that I only love two people. Therefore, I can show them love, but actually feel it. What I mean is, that my first reaction isn't to love someone. It's more of a negative reaction that puts them way low under me. I can pretend to show them love, but it's an act, usually to get myself higher up. But for two people, I would never do that to them. I love them in an unorthodox way."

"Oh. Well, one of them is Mikey I'm guessing. But who's the other?" Frank snuggled more into him.

"Let's just say he's in the same room as me."

Frank's heart stopped. He knew he was talking about him, because fuck, there wasn't anyone anyone else in the room. Frank gave himself three options: cuddle the fuck out of him, kiss him, or make an incredibly embarrassing sound with his mouth. He chose the first. He might love him in the way he loved his brother. Frank rested his hand across Gerard's abdomen. A medium sized hint of this being more than a friend like thing to do. This being a hint that he liked him. A lot.

A/N Hello! My brother is being an attention whore. That drawing is something Gee tweeted. He's so fucking talented. Two story updates in a day!! Unless You Wanted Honesty was updated ealier. Unless You Wanted Honesty is so phucking cringe worthy like omfg. Potato Yoghurt updated A Revolution on Canvas and it is literally the best thing I have ever read! That whole phucking chapter is the reason I'm alive. I appreciate the votes and comments! Hope y'all have a wonderful day. Boob squeeze.