*Gerard POV*
I just got released from the hospital. Mikey was out with Ray getting groceries. Frank picked me up from the hospital and drove me to my place. I gathered all my things. Frank watched me like a hawk the whole time. I could tell that he didn't want me to secretly grab anything I could harm myself with.
"You got everything?" he asks me.
"Yep," i say, zipping up the multiple duffel bags and suitcases and lifting them up.
"Give me some of those."
I hand a duffel bag to Frank. I didn't know why I had so much stuff. I wasn't moving in but I had to stay for who knows how long.
I stuffed everything in the trunk of the car and got in.
*Time lapse*
*Frank's POV*
It's been a couple hours since Gerard packed all his stuff. He was drowsy from being in a coma, so once he packed eveything up, he basically passed out in the guest bed he was so tired. He's been asleep for about 3 hours.
I had started watching my 3rd movie on TV. I sat alone on the couch drinking coffee under a blanket. I heard shuffling behind me after the first half of the movie. I turned around to see Gerard standing there in his sweatpants and t-shirt.
"There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, if you want any," I say. He doesn't respond as he walks to the kitchen. I unpause the no is and continue watching it. He shuffled back into the room with a cup of coffee and sat down on the other end of the couch. I offered him a blanket but he declined it. He wasn't speaking. I was worried.
"You okay, Gee?" I ask him, obviously sounding worried. He doesn't respond for a couple minutes.
"No," He responds, weakly.
"Do you wanna talk about?"
He sets his coffee down on the coffee table and turns towards me, sitting criss cross on the couch.
"Sure. I got a phone call from Mikey and it woke me up. It was about half an hour ago. He yelled at me for not staying with him. I said I was sorry, but he obviously didn't care." He didn't look like he was crying. I didn't understand why he wouldn't cry about it. After a minute or two of silence, he looks up at me. "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering why I don't seem to care that much. I can see it in your eyes. I just don't want to cry. I've been through enough, and so have you. I didn't want you to have to deal with all my crying. You dont deserve it." I looked at him.
"You can cry. It's okay."
"No it's not. It isn't okay. I'm not okay." as he said that, I saw a year roll down his face, followed by more. I could tell he was trying to hold it back.
I leaned forward and hugged him lightly. He buried his face in my shoulder. I could here him crying. It was muffled, but still audible. We sat there for almost 45 minutes. He lifted his head. My shoulder was soaked in tears. Gerards eyes were puffy and red. He glanced down at my shoulder.
"I-i im sorry," he says with a shaky voice.
"It's okay. I have more shirts." he chuckled a slight bit. I smiled, stood up, and walked to My bedroom to change my shirt.
*Gerards POV*
It felt good to have Frank there to comfort me. I've only had Mikey. He wasn't the best at comforting me. It was different with Frank. With Frank, I felt something. I didn't know what, but it was a spark. I noticed I was staring at Frank's shut bedroom door. When he came out, I quickly looked down.
I remembered when Frank said he loved me when he left My hospital room. Did he mean it? What did he mean when he said that? Did he say it cause he meant it or because we're really good friends? We've known each other since high school. I knew he likes girls, so I figures it was because we were so close.
I heard my phone ringing from the other room. I saw it was Mikey. Should I answer? I didnt really know. I answered anyways. When I hit the answer button, I didn't say anything. After 30 seconds of silence, he spoke.
"Gerard? You there?" His voice was shaky. It sounded like he'd been crying.
"Y-ya," I said, shakily. I during want to be yelled at again.
"I-I'm sorry." I could here the honesty in his voice.
"It's okay."
"Good. Well, I gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Bye." I hang up the phone. I feel a small smile on my face. I walk back out to Frank's living room. He obviously sees the small smile on my face.
"Why so happy?" he questions, genuinely confused. His voice makes me smile a little more. I didn't know Why. Ever since I woke up, he's been making me feel strange When I was with him, happier.
"Mikey apologized. It's all good now," I say. I now have butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to just embrace him.
"Well, that's good. What you wanna do?" I wanted to cuddle with him. When we hugged, I felt warm and fuzzy inside. He made me okay when I wasn't.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure." He pulls out a horror movie.
I sit on the opposite end of the couch and watch the movie. About half through the movie, I had been scared to death. I had constantly been jumping. Another scary thing happened and I his under my blanket. I was breathing heavily. I felt something on my back, which only scared me more. I jumped out from under the blanket to notice that it was only Frank's arm. He held me so I wouldn't be so scared amti the movie.
Even after the movie ended, he still held me. Every little thing scared me. He held me until Mikey burst through the door.
"What the?" he says, shocked and confused.
"We watched a horror movie," Frank says.
"Oooooohhhh. I understand now," he says with a small laugh.
I looked like a turtle. I was in a ball under a blanket with only My head peaking out. Frank's arm was draped across my back. Mikey knealed infromt of me and looked menin the eye.
"It was all fake. Relax, big bro," he says, trying to comfort me. I bury my head deep into the couch
"I kmow," I said, my voice super muffled from the couch. I feel Frank's arm move away and the couch next to me stop drooping. I look up Frank and Mikey were talking across the room.
A/N I'm sorry for the typoes. I'm camping so I have to use my phone to write these and my phone is crap so I can't turn the autocorrect off and I likes to correct random things like arm to fix LIKE WTH AUTOCORRECT FIX YOURSELF.
-Evie<3
