Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Five

Gerard's P.O.V:

Don't ask me how were we planning to get home, cause till this exact moment it hasn't downed on me yet. One moment I was lost in thoughts as me and Frank were navigating our way in the middle of nowhere supposedly trying to 'walk' home or something, the next I was shoved aside by him and lost my balance for about two seconds while he was a few good meters ahead of me shouting something about racing me back to civilization. My ego was too big to let this go. I hated my ego.

Now if I still used my lungs it would've exploded by the amount of running and the speed I needed to use just to catch up with that motherfucker, he was fast no shit. Not like in 'Olympic games' fast, more as in 'supernaturally' fast. I pretty much think I've lost sight of him dozens of time as he turned into a simple blur.

"Frank!" I called him, no answer. "Where the fuck did that fur-face go." I muttered mostly to myself.

"Rude!" I heard a voice ahead of me yell surprising me into tripping over my feet and almost flying through the source, which unsurprisingly happened to be the exact fur-face I was looking for.

We rolled onto the ground for what seemed like forever, and with every roll I managed to get every rock, pebble, and twig planted into my back. We halted to as stop finally, Frank laying flat on top of me as I clutched him for dear life, eyes sewed shut.

"Am I dead yet?" I questioned too scared to open my eyes, he fucking giggled.

"Well I know I'm still alive, so that's a pretty good indication that you are too." he managed between giggles, fuck him.

"Fuck you." I made my thoughts come to life.

"Get in line." That motherfucker I swear...

My eyes sprang wide open while I blushed furiously, only to be met with a sight that made me go a shade darker. His face was inches away from mine hovering over me. I was too nervous for my own good, I felt his breathing getting hitched in his throat only to notice I've been staring at his lips for far longer than I should've. His hair fell over his face blocking my view, I wanted to move it away but as soon as I moved my arm, pain shot up through my shoulder and I squirmed in agony.

"Are you okay?" Frank sounded a tad concerned but all giggly nonetheless.

"No, I'm not o-fucking-kay, you used me as a cushion to break down your fall!" I whined loudly which, conveniently, he found hilarious. His head fell into the crook of my neck sending goose bumps all over my body as his whole body started to vibrate with laughter, only my neck muffling the sound. The asshole.

I shoved him off to the ground next to me harshly but a grunt barely escaped him as he continued his laughing marathon. I dusted myself off and got up feeling sore and a few broken ribs, never mind those, I break them all the time and they heal fast.

"That's it, no more running." I declared pulling him with me to his feet, he was a head shorter so that gave me the upper hand to stare down at him.

"Then how will we get to your place then, hotshot?" he talked back.

"We'll do it like civilized people do it." I stated like it was the most obvious choice. "We steal a car." I'd lie if I said I didn't enjoy the look on his face.

"What the..." he was speechless for a moment. "We can't do that! How can we even do that?!" he exclaimed later.

"We ask nicely, duh!" I retorted, seriously his slowness is a tad bit provocative.

"Did you spring something in your head in the fall?!" he gawked incredulously at me. "Last time I checked humans weren't THAT nice." he pressed on.