Chapter 12

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Gerards POV

"Frank..."

Wow his room was destroyed. Clothes everywhere, holes in the walls that I'm sure came from punching the wall. His bed wasn't made and a guitar was on top of it with the word 'Pansy' on it with stickers.

"oh yeah sorry I haven't clean it..." he started kicking his clothes to a corner, putting his guitar in his closet and stood in front of a hole in the wall trying to cover it.

I stayed in the doorframe for a minute and finally walked up to franks bed and sat down uncomfortable.

After, a few seconds of frank staring at the back of my neck and me staring at my shoes frank came and jumped in the bed next to me. He hugged me and dragged me down to lay down on the bed with him.

We layed there for a couple of minutes just snuggled into each other under the blankets our feet tangled together. Franks head in my chest and my chin on top of his head.

"Frankie maybe we should go to the store to fix and paint you wall...?''

Frank made a disapproving moan and snuggled closer and held me tighter "I like being like this" he kissed my neck biting my collar bone and then sucking on the fresh wound. "here being so close to you I can hear your heart beat" he let go of me and put a hand in front of my heart and the other hand going up my shirt through the back. "goddamn it gerard your so damn warm"

I smirked

I didn't say anything. I just smirked and grabbed his chin. I kissed the side of his mouth. Frank groaned in disapproval. "Gerard just fucking kiss me!!'' with that I kissed him. The kiss didn't have lust but love. We kissed and played around for about half an hour.

"Okay frank now let's go to the store"

"ughhhhh... fine"

He put his shirt back on. He had apparently token it off in those 30 minutes.

We walked hand in hand to my car and drove to town and went to the nearest Wal-Mart.

_____1 hour after getting home from Wal-Mart------

"Can we go to your house now Gerard?"

We had fixed all the holes in his room and the room smelled like cement. And of course frank has used that as an excuse to sleep over at my house. Great the plan is going perfectly.

"okay lets go" and we drove to my house

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