Cancer (Frerard)

Chapter 8- The Big Apple

Gerards POV

When I reach the hospital, I see Frank jumping up and down like a poodle, an exited poodle by that. I really like him, maybe this trip will give me courage to do something about it. I hope so, I really do. I want us to be together, ya know that way yes.

"Oh my God were going to New York!" he shouts repeatedly at me while jumping into my arms playfully. I hold him close savouring him for all the time I have with him. I hold his warmness and light weight in my arms never wanting to let go.

"Want me to carry you to the car princess?" I ask holding him bridal style. He nods repeatedly. I want to carry him to the car for 2 reasons. One, he is Frank and I'd do anything for him to be near me. Two is that I'm afraid he'll run in front of a car and die. So lets face it, I would carry him. I'm exited for this trip to see grandmaand to spend time with Frank of course.

He wraps his arms around my neck as I look for oncoming cars but he's quite a distraction. I can't stop looking at him, beautiful. We almost get hit once by some old man looking quite worried. He cuses at us and drives on. A few people stare which gets me nervous making carrying Frank harder because of the anxiety.  I look back down to him when we nesr the car.

"Enjoying the view? " he asks gazing at my orbs.

"Yeah, its quite good from up here" I flirt down at his redding skin. He smiles before looking away, clearly embarised by my words.

When we reach the car, Frank sits passenger.  Only now I notice he's lost weight and alittle hair but I dont want to stare, it would make him uncomftable and I really want this trip. He straps the seat belt in and looks out the window.

"Ya know, I've always wanted to go to the big apple, I've never left New Jersey" He turns and hugs me, his soft skin touching mine as the sparks continue.

"Thank you Gerard, you mean alot to me" And thats when my world lights up again, glows and sparkles. I mean alot to him as he does to me.

I think I kinda love him, yeah I do. I've fallen inlove with him or falling but I know if he left now, I would be a wreck.

The drive is long with traffic. Its Thursday and I've called work to say I'll work nights tomorrow while the mini lay still with many other cars surrounding us while the soft first snowflakes fall. We re finally in New York, Frank's asleep and he looks so beautiful as he sleeps, so young, so peaceful that I don't want him to wake- yes I do! I want him to wake up!

"Frank" I whisper softly.

"I love him Jamia" he mutters in his sleep. He loves him? Frank loves someone!

"Frank, wake up, we're in New York" His eyes pop open and his body flies up to see the skyscrapers around us like trees in a dark forest, inclosing us in their power. The sky's grey along with the buildings darker. We both glare at the bright yellow taxis which are everywhere and the bright coats of a few lucky New Yorkians.

The whole city is completely different to when I was last time, that was the worst day of my life.

That day was September 11th 2001. I remember children running from falling rubble screaming for their mommy. I remember seeing those poor people jumping from the highest floors above where the planes crashed, jumping and their bodys bouncing higher than the grey from dust fire trucks. I remember the tower falling from top to grown within seconds. I still hear the screams to this day, the screams of moms losing their children and families from the collapse.  I promiced I would only come back for someone special, and Frank is.

"Gee, you okay?" I stare at where the towers were. It was so fast.

"Yeah, we need to get to the hotel, AKA My parents old house" My parents bought this when I was born, we would come here every summer.