right number [frerard]

j u n e

june 16

frank didn't want to admit it, but gerard had become a mess. thank heavens frank was living with him, or else he'd never get sleep at night.

gerard slept restlessly. he could never get to sleep at night, and when he finally would fall asleep, he'd never stay asleep. frank was up half the night trying to calm gerard down from nightmares and whatnot, and frank was starting to notice how it was really effecting gerard.

since gerard was hardly sleeping during the night, he was always falling asleep during the day. it would be fine if he and frank just watched tv all day, but that's just it; they didn't. gerard had school.

at this point, frank was sure gerard was failing his classes, or at least close to, but he wouldn't tell frank about school at all, really. frank was so worried. but, some days, gerard was just fine. happy and smiley and all affection, kissing frank's cheeks and hugging his middle. frank loved those days.

it was not one of those days.

when frank woke gerard up for school (since gerard often slept through his alarm), gerard was groggy and grumpy. gerard curled into a ball and burrowed himself back into his covers.

"gerard, c'mon," frank sighed, pulling the covers back.

"can't i not go? just this one time?" gerard murmured.

"no. you're already behind," frank threw back the covers and nearly pulled gerard out of bed.

gerard got ready slowly, and since frank always made gerard eat breakfast, gerard was late to class.

once frank dropped off gerard at school and headed home, he pulled out his phone.

frnk🔪: hey guys

teenytrick: hi frank

teenytrick: how is gerard?

frnk🔪: i don't know he's okay i guess

frnk🔪: he's sad

peezyweezy🤑: me too so i can help him 🤑👌

teenytrick: pete cut it out this is serious

peezyweezy🤑: fine sorry

dj💃🏻forehead: what's gerard doing?

frnk🔪: he's just really down most of the time these day

teenytrick: please keep us updated

frnk🔪: i will

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after school, gerard was distant. he didn't want to talk, and he kind of kept to himself. frank tried to offer a hug, but gerard automatically refused. it wasn't until bedtime that gerard finally let frank touch him.

gerard was curled up and tangled in the covers when frank walked in and lay down with him. gerard was asleep, but only half so, and he was tossing and turning like hell. frank gently pulled gerard towards him, spooning him carefully. after a moment, frank put his arm around gerard and laced their fingers together. gerard seemed to calm a bit, as his breathing evened out and he stopped moving so much.

frank didn't really sleep, he just held gerard to his chest and carded his hands through gerard's hair. he was worried, about gerard, about his boy. something was wrong.

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this is short and gross but i wanted to get a chapter out. i don't have inspiration i'm sorry. i'm sad. please be my friend my instagram is @quaainted please please i really need friends so bad i feel so alone and things are just not okay