Death dreams (frerard / peterick)

Chapter 7

It was Monday morning. That meant school. Shitty school.

Frank Iero reached his arm over to his bedside table. He grabbed his phone.

07:06 am

He opened up his messages and texted Gerard.

'Good fucking morning, see you later x'

Frank crawled out of his covers and dragged his feet to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up before climbing in.

After his 'refreshing' shower, he put on his clothes, went downstairs and made himself a coffee.

He pulled out his phone and played on a game (probably colour switch- I'm obsessed) until the machine beeped. He poured his coffee into a mug Gerard had gotten him for his birthday last year.

They went to Six Flags for his birthday, him and Gerard went on most of the big rides and at the end Gerard brought him a mug from the souvenir shop because he's forgotten Frank's gift.

Frank walked back into his room with his piping hot coffee in one hand, phone in the other on the game. He sat in his room, drank his coffee and checked social media until a knock came from the door downstairs.

The small boy plodded down the stairs, each step made a loud thunk and shook the whole house. When he reached the door he saw his well dressed boyfriend at the door.

"Well don't you look snazzy this morning," Frank grinned as he opened the door.

"Well, I hope I look the least bit alright." Gerard laughed and looked down, messing with his fingers. Frank frowned. Something didn't seem right.

"Somethings up. What's wrong?" Frank tilted Gerard's chin up to look at him. His eyes were kinda red and puffy but the one was purpley and green. He had a black eye. Frank also noticed that his boyfriend was leaning on one foot more that the other.

Gerard bit his bottom lip so hard it almost split. Tears threatened to pour out his eyes but he held back the water works.

Franks expression fell drastically. He grasped one of his boyfriends hands and examined it. Bruised as well. His knuckles were purple and he couldn't fold his hand into a fist. Frank led the boy into the kitchen and sat him down at the table. The smaller boy climbed on the counter tops, looking for some band aids and bandages. He couldn't reach the bandage wrap that was on the top shelf. Out of habit he glanced at Gerard. The other side of his face was somewhat worse. There was a long gash down the side of his right cheek and a massive bruise on his temple.

What had happened?

Frank stood on the counter top, risking a fall, and grabbed the wrap. He jumped down and went to Gerard.

"Give me your hand."

"No, Frank seriously, I'm fine."

"You don't look it."

"I-"

"Don't. Just give me your hand."

Gerard lifted up his left hand. Frank started to wrap the Bandage wrap around his hand. The taller boy winced at the pain travelled up his arm and made it feel heavy.

After Frank was wrapped up in bandages, both boys sat down at the table.

"How did this happen Gee? What did you do do have this done to you?" Frank was looking at his feet when he spoke. Gerard sniffles and wiped his nose.

"Guess."

Frank sighed. "You can't be fucking serious I don't know who the fu-"

"It was Mikey. Isn't it fucking obvious?" Gerard looked at the smaller boy. Frank faced his boyfriend.

"Why did he do it? I swear I'm gonna beat his sissy ass and kick his balls so hard they fall off- that is if he has any" Frank was going red with anger.

"He found out about the party and what happened. He told my mom and I'm technically not meant to leave the house expect for educational purposes and at the end of school my mom is picking me up straight from the gates." Gerard squeezed his eyes tight so he wouldn't cry infront of his boyfriend - even though he trusted him more than his own mother and brother.

"This is fucked up. I'm so sorry gee." Frank pulled the taller boy into a tight hug. He kissed his cheek and sat back in his chair. "Let's get that cut cleaned up for you."

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Patrick rushed into the gates that led into his school. He was late. Very late. He ran into the nearest door and sprinted down the hall. It was into the last 10 minutes of first period and he was meant to be in a maths lesson. Not to mention, his maths teacher despised him and This 'incident' would end up in a detention. But if he didn't get his mark for being in lesson his mom would flip. So a detention would be the best option.

He ran around the corner and bumped into Mr Barker. The deputy head teacher. Patrick had basically landed on Mr Barker and they were both lying on the floor. Patrick quickly scooped himself up and headed around the fallen deputy headteacher, back to running down the hall not before shouting "Sorry Sir!"

Practically throwing open the door, he busted in sliding into his seat which was conveniently right next for the door. He fell back in his seat and sighed heavily with relief. He'd made it. And his usual maths teacher wasn't there, it was a substitute.

And to add to his luck, the bell rang just as the sub had turned around to see what all the commotion was about. Most kids left as quickly as they could but a few stayed to finish a question they were on. Patrick needed his mark. He left his seat and walked towards the teachers desk.

"Um hi sir. I wasn't sure if you had marked me in? I didn't here my name when you called the register." Patrick twiddled with his fingers as the substitute frowned.

"Oh? Let me check, what's your name son?" The sub turned to log back in on his computer.

"Stump. Patrick stump, sir." The boy held his breath hoping there wouldn't be a message from Mr Barker or a late mark by his name.

"Aha! You weren't marked in. Sorry, I'll do that now." Patrick let out his breath. His legs almost went weak with relief.

"Thanks sir. See you round!" The boy ran back to his seat, swiping up his bag and ran out of the room.

Patrick rounded the corner, slightly paranoid. He looked down the corridor and saw Pete wentz emerge from a door. He looked stressed as he was closing his eyes and leaning against the door. He reached his hands up to his face and wiped his eyes.

'Is he crying?' Patrick thought. Pete had obviously heard footsteps from down the hall as he had stood up straight and was smiling at Patrick.

"Hey!" Pete was waving. He looked and sounded fine but why had he come out from that door? And what was in there?

Okay sorry this is boring and short but I haven't posted in forever.