The Crazy Ones || Frerard

Six - Soft

Gerard

Frank fell asleep on me, his puffy cheeks smushed into my chest and his round, plump, too-pink lips held agape, breathing gently. There were small locks of hair that slid down in front of his face, the rest, tucked neatly behind his ear as I stroked at it sweetly. His black hair was so silky and smooth.

His hands grip my shirt tighter, his fingers gripping the fabric like a scared child. I hug his tiny body with my free arm and I catch him starting to smile in his sleep. I grin at his contentment, "Seems like a pretty good dream." I hum as I twirl his hair around my slender fingers.

Frank was warm. He was warm and sweet. I press my face into his hair to kiss him softly on the head, he smells just as warm as he really is. He kind of smells like a hint of a cologne, you know, not very strong stuff, the kind that could be considered a natural scent I guess.

He smelled strongly of vanilla. Soft, warm, almost as if a color went with the sweet pleasurable scent. Dark wood, vanilla and fresh linens in the cool spring. Holding him was almost like a version of the heaven I never believed in and hoped to be brought to when I died, it made my whole body react, relaxing and tingling under the touch of him. My senses honed in on only his scent in this moment, I never wanted another second to tick by, I wished to be frozen in this place for all time. I craved to remember this warm, vanilla, dark, old wood and linen-like scent so well that I wouldn't even have to be near Frank to feel like I was touching him. I wanted to remember so hard that I wouldn't know that the word forgot even existed at any point in time.

My mind wanders through a picture perfect memory that never even happened, yet it felt real as I rested my face in the jet-black locks. My hand plays with the long strands as I try to embed this into my mind forever.

I think so hard that I don't even notice that Frank is awake.

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By the time dinner comes around, I'm starving and Frank is ogling me while pretending to read. I don't think he realizes the time really.

"You hungry?" I stand from what is now my bed.

"Oh, yeah!" He hops up and bounces over to me, "You're still eating properly, right?" He asks me and, to which, I ruffle his hair.

"Of course I am! I promised I would, didn't I?" He smiles up at me for a second before grabbing my wrist and pulling me down the hallways to the cafeteria.

I get some shitty pasta, a cookie and I start to reach for the tomatoes, though I pull away. I catch Frank grinning out of the corner of my eye before he turns and steps in line to pay for his food.

The two of us sit and Frank pokes at his food lightly, almost as if he were trying to pretend that he was eating it. I frown at him, for once I was actually eating more than him.

I stick my fork out, getting it stuck in his. He looks up at me confused, "Eat." I say and he cocks his head to the side.

"I am." He frowns at me.

"Don't lie to me, Frank. You're talking to a person who did the same thing for over four years." I glare at him, "Now, why aren't you eating?" I more demand than ask.

"Just not in the mood..." He shrugs slowly, "I don't know." He mumbles to himself and stares down at the plate.

"I'm worried." I confess, "I don't want you to get bad like I did." I tell him and he gives me a weak smile.

"I just feel a bit sick. I just kinda want to sleep." He starts poking at his food again and I sigh.

"I just want to help... What can I do?" I question, suddenly not hungry either as my stomach drops with nerves. What if he was getting sick?

Why was I so so worried?

He shakes his head, the corner of his lips turning upwards a little, "I don't think there's much you can do." I notice him trying to suppress a shiver and I grin.

"I can warm you up." I speak, not even thinking how gross it could sound.

Frank starts to laugh at me, "Sure, as long as there's no fingers in the ass business."

I roll my eyes and force myself not to laugh or smile, "Shut up or my foot will be up there."

"Kinky."

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I run my hand over his back as he rests his head on my chest, he does feel a bit too warm but he's trembling.

He coughs into my chest and shakes a bit harder for a second, hugging his arms around his midsection in attempt to push the heat back into himself. I give him a gentle squeeze and I notice him grin ata little bit. He buries his face into me and whimpers softly, "I'm really cold."

"I know you are but you're starting to get like... Really hot." I say as I press a hand to the back of his neck where his hair captures the heat. It worries me even more as I feel how warm he is.

He shakes his head and slides out of bed, "I'm gonna go ask for some pills to get rid of this headache and then I think I'll try and sleep." He mumbles and I sit up.

"Do you want me to get them for you?" I offer and he shakes his head sleepily.

"Hey, don't worry about me okay? How about you read or something to calm down, you seem anxious."

"Okay, I'll try."

Frank leaves the room and I rummage through a mound of books he had before deciding on a fantasy book called Carry On.

I slide my shirt off and change into a pair of loose pajama pants before laying on my own bed. I start to read the long as hell book, letting my mind slip away from the worry that had started to drown me.

When Frank comes back after a while, slipping in quietly and crawling under the covers of his bed, pulling his covers over his head, "Goodnight, Gee." He murmurs into his pillow.

"Goodnight, Frankie... Feel better." I hum and watch him a bit longer before turning my attention back to my book.