Illumination of the End (Frerard)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

When Frank finally woke up, he wasn't quite sure of the exact time, but it was definitely late in the day. How long had he been out? Almost an entire day. He realized that he had missed school today and sat up with a frown forming on his brow. He was supposed to get his clothes from Gerard at school today, but by the looks if it, school was long over... Frank cursed himself for missing school. Well, not really for missing school, but for missing the opportunity to see Gerard again. He sorted through the contents of his bag, taking a mental note of everything. Three dollars, his blanket, the rest of the cocaine, two joints, a beanie, and a pair of socks that apparently didn't make it in the washer with the rest of his clothes were all that Frank had with him besides the clothes on his back.

He looked down and examined Gerard's t-shirt. It was a little big on him, but Frank liked it. Maybe just because it was Gerard's and it kept Frank thinking about him. Should he go over to Gerard's house to get his clothes? No, what if his mom was there again... Gerard had made it clear that his mom wouldn't be happy to find Frank in Gerard's room with him. So now what? He can't call him like a normal teenager would do. He didn't have a phone. All he knew was that he wanted to see Gerard again.Just then Frank heard the sound of shoes hitting pavement coming his way. Could it be Gerard? Frank smiled. Yes, it was probably Gerard, coming to see him and give him his clothes back. And maybe another kiss... 

Two voices could be heard. One was deep and sounded stern, while the other was almost just as deep. No, that was definitely not Gerard... Frank scrambled to his feet, scooped up his stuff and ran as quietly as he could to hide behind a tall oak tree. Frank felt his heart racing, but then tried to calm down. "It's probably just a few people who came to put some flowers on their loved one's grave." he told himself.

The voices reached the mausolem, so Frank arched his head around the thick trunk of the tree to watch them. Standing there were two middle aged cops. Frank recognized the deep voiced one. He had taken him in once before. Oh, what was it for? The time he stole the unlocked car? Or the time he was caught spray painting the old shed by the park? But that didn't matter right now. Why in the hell were cops in a cemetery? Don't they have better things to be doing? Like pulling people over for going six miles above the speed limit. 

He tried to focus his ears in their direction, and what he heard sent shivers down his spine.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked the short cop.

"Yeah, they said that they saw him right here. This is the only cemetery, where else could he be?" answered the other cop. Who were they talking about? Frank? But who would report seeing some random kid in a cemetery? "Look, I've dealt with this kid before. He's quite a handful, but he's not too smart. He's around here somewhere." Shit. They were obviously talking about Frank. Who told the cops where he was? Maybe Vick. He probably drove past the the cemetery on his way to work and saw him there. 

"Well he's not here now!" said the short cop, clearly tired of doing his job.

"Okay, okay. We'll come back tomorrow, in the middle of the night." he stated and then the two trudged back out the gate and onto the street. Frank let go of his chest, which he hadn't realized that he had been clutching the entire time. He let out a deep sigh and walked back behind the mausoleum to sit down. Now he had to find a new place to spend his nights. The cemetery was off limits to Frank now. The sound of footsteps coming from behind him once again brought him to his feet. He was about to sprint back to the oak tree when he saw Gerard walking up the steps of the mausoleum with a bag of Frank's clothes slung over his shoulder. He was relieved and walked to Gerard who had a confused look on his face. 

"I thought you were the cops.." explained Frank. 

"Oh.." replied Gerard. Something was off about him. He wasn't his normal cheerful self. "I brought you your clothes" he said holding the bag out to him. Frank set it down on the ground and tried to read Gerard's emotions with no luck. 

"Is something wrong?" he asked stepping closer to him. Gerard just stared at Frank then tilted his head.

"Why weren't you at school today?" Frank thought for a moment of how he should answer the simple question. He obviously couldn't tell Gerard that he had snorted a tad bit too much coke and passed out for a while, and Gerard wouldn't believe him if he said he just slep in too late. 

"I just... didn't feel like going," he stated, which wasn't entirly a lie. Gerard glared at Frank. What the hell was his problem?

"Well, you could've told me that you weren't coming." he said with a hint of anger around his words. 

"I..I'm sorry?" said Frank, confused as to why Gerard was making it such a big deal.

"Whatever" he scoffed and began to turn around to leave. 

"Wait Gerard, why are you leaving?" asked Frank. Gerard stopped walking and turned back around to face Frank. Gerard's face had an array of emotions across it. In his voice, there was anger. His lips curled up as he talked, yet his eyes showed that he was hurt. 

"If you want to be..." he started off with a strong voice but then weakness filled his tone. "Frank, I'm bad at relationships... I'm just really... protective... and maybe a little possessive. If we are what I hope we are... I want to know everything, and when you just decide to not show up to school, I feel like there's something you're not telling me," explained Gerard. Frank stood there dumbfounded; his feet glued to the floor. He hadn't really thought of Gerard and himself as... boyfriends. That word just seemed weird. Then Frank felt guilty for not telling Gerard the truth. He had an addiction. And he was reminded of it every day, for that's why he has no home in the first place. He decided to tell Gerard everything. Starting from the beginning. The truth. And hopefully Gerard would except Frank's fucked up life. Or at least that's what he really hoped for. 

"Okay..." said Frank, "I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything."