The Wrong Body [Frerard AU]

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Gerard."

The black-haired boy let out a small sound, eyes still closed. He pulled the sheets closer to his chest.

Frank couldn't help but smile at his boyfriend. "Gerard, c'mon. Get up. I, er– I wanna show you something."

Gerard opened one eye at his words. "Frank, it's–" he looked at the clock. "Four in the morning. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can–" he caught sight of Frank, this time an actual glance. The boy was dressed in a light blue polo shirt, a leather jacket, and black jeans. His guitar was in his case and was slung over his shoulder.

"Are... are you going somewhere?" He asked.

Frank bit his lip. "Kind of. I, uh, I wanna take you... somewhere. Yeah, somewhere." He threw a pair of jeans and a shirt to Gerard. "Get dressed, we have to go soon." He walked out of the room.

Gerard rolled out of bed, tugging off his shirt and pulling on the one Frank gave him, as well as the jeans. What did Frank want to do this early in the morning?

Frank walked back into the room, this time without the guitar. "Are you ready?"

"I think so," Gerard responded, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to flatten it. "Where are we going?"

Frank grabbed Gerard's hand, pulling him out the room and out the front door. "I can't tell you. It's, um..." his mind raced furiously. "It's a... surprise."

Gerard grinned as he got into the car. "Okay then."

The two were silent as Frank drove down the highway. Gerard notched how tense he looked, gripping the steering wheel too tight and jumping slight my whenever another car passed his.

"Are you okay?" Gerard asked him.

"What?" Frank asked, a little too loudly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just..." he trailed off.

"Just what?" Gerard pushed him softly.

Frank shook his head. "It's not important." He pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. Gerard looked out the window to see where they were and froze. He gaped at the building.

"Airport?" Gerard exclaimed when he finally found his voice. He whipped around to face Frank only to met with an empty seat. He scrambled out of the car.

Frank had the truck of the car open and was rummaging through it. Gerard stared in surprise as he pulled out a suitcase, backpack, and his guitar. He shut the trunk, locked the car and, without another word, set off towards the airport.

"Wait–" Gerard hurried to catch up to Frank. "Why are we here?"

Frank said nothing, just re-adjusted his backpack and walked on.

Gerard tried again. "Why are your bags packed?"

Still, Frank said nothing.

Gerard was getting a bit annoyed now. "Frank, please, I– I don't know what's going on. Just– just talk to me, or tell me why we're here, just explain to me what's going on." No response. Gerard let out a heavy breath through his nose. "Please, Frank, please talk to me!" Nothing. "FRANKIE!"

He regretted it as soon as the name left his mouth.

Frank stopped suddenly at the mention of her name. He bit his lip, eyes trained on the rough cement of the parking lot. His hands started to shake. He stuffed them in his pockets.