Give Him Hell, Kid (Frerard)

Chapter Twelve

Frank P.O.V

My day went so slowly that it was painful. I longed for eight o'clock to come around; I had to think of a good lie to tell my parents. They certainly wouldn't want me staying at a guy's house- especially my dad. He'd flip out, fuck he'd probably try to kill him.
I tapped my fingers against the wall, I was lying on my back on my bed. The contents of backpack laid strewn all over the floor, I had carelessly thrown it there. I sighed, rolling over onto my stomach. My face was squished against the pillow.

I heard my mom's car pull up in the driveway, the slam of doors as my little sister ran towards the door. I covered my head with the pillow, trying to make it look like I was sick. I had to hide my excitement of seeing Gerard, it was getting difficult to contain myself.
I heard the patter of small footsteps running up the stairs, then the door clicked open.

"Frankie?" My sister whispered, poking her little head around the door. I held out my arm to tell her to come to me, she lifted the pillow off my head. She flashed me a toothy grin, squeezing my cheek, her arm tucked behind her back.

"What's wrong my love?" I asked, she sat down by my head.

"Mommy said that you were sick, so I drew you a picture so that you'd get better." She frowned, handing me a piece of paper. There was a drawing of me, she had given me green hair. I smiled, thanking her, telling her that it instantly made me feel better.

"Thank you little dude, I love my green hair."
She giggled, running from the room. I smiled, placing the picture on my bedside table. The alarm clock resting on it projected the time onto the wall, 19:07.
                                    ~>•<~

I listened out for his car engine, staring at the old posters on my wall. I felt like I had been waiting for him for years. I sighed, thinking that I must've dreamt that he wanted to spend any time with me. I stared out of the window, my head resting in the palm of my hand.
Headlights turned off outside the window, a car horn sounded. I directed my attention to the car, a redhead sat in the front seat.
I smiled, standing up.

I hurried down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet. My parents were watching a movie, my sister most likely in bed. They wouldn't notice if I went out. I had school in the morning, but Gerard could take me. They didn't see me leave, to my luck, and Gerard stood by his car waiting for me. His arms crossed, smiling.

"Good evening" He said sarcastically, pulling me into a hug. It was affectionate, for a change, like he wasn't just trying to buy my attention. He held me there for longer than needed, before opening the car door for me.
I played with my hands awkwardly as he stared at me for the entire journey to his house. Obviously his eyes would flicker to the roads every once in a while. That old, metal ring tapped against the steering wheel, I didn't know why but I felt like it was incredibly symbolic. I also felt like it didn't belong to him- but that wasn't my business.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked, kind of knowing the answer straight away.

"Because, Frankie, I like to look at your face. It's pretty." He chuckled, grabbing my chin, squeezing my cheeks. I pouted, completely disagreeing with him. I wasn't pretty.
I shook my head in disagreement, watching his elated smile turn into an angry frown.
"Frankie, I'm not playing a game. You listen to me when I tell you, you're pretty." He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes staring deep into my mind.

He led me inside just as the heavens began to open. My clothes were damp, my hair dripping. He shook his head like a dog, water droplets flying everywhere. I laughed, as he began to take off his clothes.
His body was a work of art, like it had been chiseled into a block of marble. I had to consciously tell myself not to stare, before he caught me and began to ridicule me. He turned to me, looking me up and down.

"Why are you staring at me?" He mimicked me from earlier, I rolled my eyes sarcastically, hugging my now cold and shivering body. He giggled, either from excitement or from his dumb idea of a joke.
"Oh come on Frankie, don't be so stiff." He cooed, getting closer and closer towards me.
He pressed his lips against mine, holding my head so that I couldn't move. I didn't fight, his embrace was warm and calming. He lifted my shirt over my head, whilst he had me distracted.

"Stop, Gee. I don't like my body. Please give me my shirt back." I begged with a whine, my arm stretching out to try and grab my shirt- which he was holding just out of reach.

"I like it, there's nothing wrong with it." He shrugged, throwing my shirt aside. I frowned, looking down at the floor. He grabbed my arm, leading me over to the couch. He pulled me on top of his chest, his fingers tangled in my hair.
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Song Of The Chapter- In Nowheres by The Twilight Sad

A.N
If you've never heard of The Twilight Sad, then you're living a deprived life. They're Scottish and their music is absolutely beautiful...
This chapter took a while to write, because I'm so darn tired 24/7 ): I blame my YouTube addiction, it's TOTALY not my fault...

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