It Ain't The Speakers |-/ JOSHLER

8.3: but yøu're beautiful tø me

🎈 GERARD'S PØV🎈

The next thing I knew, Brian was hopping around on one foot in pain, and a little boy had grabbed my hand.

"RUN!"

The corridor was empty by now. I wasn't very fit, but tried to keep up with him as he led me to the stairwell at the other end.

"Don't listen to that bastard, Gerard."

I was suddenly so conscious of my own name. It sounded different, coming from the mouth of this cute boy who walks past my classroom ever so often.

His eyes trailed down to my hand, and suddenly realising, he hastily let go of mine.

"Oh, is that yours?" he asked, pointing at the red balloon that had just floated up. Shit, I accidentally let go?

I tried jumping to grab the string twice, but all I caught was air. Forget it, I thought.

He tried too, despite the fact that he was obviously much shorter than me. He kept trying, he wouldn't stop.

"Why try if you know you can't do it?" I finally said.

He paused and turned to look at me, eyes wide. I might have hurt him. I regret that, I didn't mean to...

"I know, but one can still hope, right?" he smiled, then continued jumping. I watched him and lost count of how many times he missed the string.

"Get on," I told him, rolling up my jacket sleeves up to my elbows then kneeling down. He looked at me curiously, but got onto my shoulders. He's lighter than I thought.

Standing up, I realised we were much taller together. The boy reached a little and easily caught the string.

"YAY!" he squealed as he hopped off and passed the balloon back to me. How cute can this boy get?

"Keep it," I told him.

"Really?!" :D

"I bought it for you." I was sort of afraid of balloons, but I thought he might like one.

Kneeling down to his level again, he watched me gleefully as I carefully tied the string to his index finger.

Staring at my outstretched arm, his expression changed almost instantly.

"Why?"

"What?"

He gently took my wrist and I realised what he was talking about.

"Why, Gerard?" he asked again, his eyes were getting watery. I took back my arm and hid it behind me. What was I supposed to answer? That I felt that I deserved it? That I'm f*cked up ugly faggot who doesn't deserve the oxygen around me?

Another voice echoed down into the stairwell. "Frank where are y..."

A guy with an unmistakable afro stared down the flight of steps and our eyes met. He took it down two steps at a time and I hastily rolled down my jacket sleeves. I couldn't let him see... He must not...

...but I was too late.

The little boy grabbed me tight around the waist and sniffed, while the other gripped my shoulder.

"Frank... Ray..." My voice broke and trailed off as I hugged both of them. Their names tasted bittersweet in my mouth.

"...I'm sorry."

"Stop your crying, helpless feeling,
dry your eyes and start believing."

"There's one thing they'll never take from you..." Frank whispered.

"...you're beautiful to me."

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There's so much Frerard in this book so far idk anymore. Joshler on the other hand will take time so bear with me. Sorry. If you don't like conflict, you shouldn't continue?

Wonder if the messed up chapter numbers bothered anyone.

Next chapter gonna be talking about depression and self harm and stuff, I know I don't put trigger warnings and I'm sorry but yeahhh...

And yes Gee is afraid of balloons.