Angel Wings [G.F]

Two ; Recollecting Home

"So... how was the day?" Pete asked once we regrouped. Gerard and I had made a deal that neither Pete mor Mikey would know that I spoke to Gerard; at least, more than one or two words. Of course, I felt bad; but I felt more comfortable around Gerard than I ever had Pete, though I've known him longer, and I still didn't really know Mikey all that well.

"We had a lot of fun!" Gerard exclaimed, and I smiled softly when hid hazel eyes glanced in my direction, also causing a blush to seep into my pale cheeks. "We went to Spencer's, but we got kicked out. That was fucking hilarious!" He informed the other two, laughing his ass off. Mikey rolled his eyes, but Pete cast me a curious glance, which I shrugged to.

"Of course you, my brother, Gerard Arthur Way, got kicked out of Spencer's." Mikey sighed playfully, punching the eldest in the arm, resulting in a rough noogie. However, Pete pulled me aside while the brothers were wrestling around and squinted his eyes at me. I knew he was a bit concerned, but there was no need. I was perfectly fine.

"You and Gerard got kicked out of Spencer's?" He exclaimed, and I laughed silently, nodding. "Frank... I don't know if Gerard is a good role model.. I don't think I want you hanging around with him anymore." Pete said warily, and I could feel as unwanted tears welled up into my eyes. I knew that I was older, obviously, but he was like my parent since I lived with him.

I had finally made a new friend, and Pete didn't want me to go near him. That alone left an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Without any awareness, I suddenly pushed Pete.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I shouted, and both boys in the back jumped at the sound of my voice; Gerard, mainly because I had only been quietly speaking around him. And Mikey, because he had never heard my voice before. The tears had finally began to roll down my face as I brushed past Pete and away from Gerard, Mikey, and him.

I had a feeling that Gerard would follow me, but then, Pete probably wouldn't let him. I just wanted to know why, once I had finally made a new friend, Pete didn't want me to hang around him.

Once inside the mall's bathroom, I slunk down against the wall and buried my wet face in my rough hands, letting a sob ripple out of my chest. Thoughts swirled around in my head, buy I wasn't sure what they were saying. I'd rather not, any ways. They probably weren't any good.

"Frank?" I heard the Gerard's soft, yet raspy voice ask, and the door pushed open, revealing the black-haired male. A gasp resonated through the hollow bathroom, and the soft footsteps he took was all I needed to let out another unsettling sob. Gerard sat down beside of me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and rubbing my back, my shoulders, trying to console me.

"Frank, what's wrong? What did Pete say?" He asked, and I sighed, lifting my head up to wipe the tears away on the sleeve of my shirt.

"H... He doesn't want me hanging around you. He said you were a bad influence." I whispered and looked at him with my red, puffy eyes. His face was a soft, pale hue in the lighting of the bathroom, making him look absolutely perfect. His eyes, instead of being their normal hazel, turned to look a ocean blue fade, and it made my heart ache to stare into his eyes all day, if he and heaven allowed me to.

I wasn't sure if he liked me, but I knew one thing. And I would never be able to admit my feelings.

I heard a sigh escape from Gerard's lips; the lips I yearned to kiss, and he stood up, his hand still wrapped around mine. He pulled me to my feet, then embraced me into a big, comforting hug. I rested my face against his chest, feeling his ribs poking out.

I suddenly became concerned for Gerard; you shouldn't be able to feel anyone's ribs poking out. "Gerard, I can feel y... your ribs.." I drew out with a shaky breath, causing him to chuckle, albeit nervously.