Beer Bottles And Cigarettes

Chapter 7

A/N: okay so this chapter is slightly different, due to my terrible writing skills and a brilliant idea me and Bethany co-wrote this chapter so it may sound a little different than the others, thanks ^.^ ~ jamieisdan

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I finish ordering the food and peek around the corner of the kitchen to see Frank sleeping on the couch. His arms are wrapped around himself and his face is pressed against the arm of the couch, his mouth open. It’s so cute watching him sleep. Oh great. Now I sound like a creep too. I sit next to him and slowly stroke his hair as I watch his chest rise and fall peacefully. I shake his shoulder gently. “Frank?”

      He stirs and his eyes open slowly, peeking at me. “Where am I?” He asks.

      “At my apartment.” I say, pushing some hair behind his ear.

     He groans and sits upright, rubbing his eyes. His cheeks are red and his lips are slightly swollen from sleeping. I gently rub my thumb over his cheek, studying his face. I lean in close to kiss his red lips when there is a knock at the door and I jump back quickly which makes Frank laugh at me. i get up and open the door, expecting to see the pizza guy, but to my surprise I see Mikey standing in my doorway.

“Mikey, what the fuck are you doing here?” He looks at me confused and holds up a handful of movies.

“It’s Friday night big brother. Or did you suddenly forget we have movie night every Friday night for like the past three years?” I try to block his path but he pushes by me then stops.

“Gerard…” I turn and see him staring at Frank curled up my couch with his chin resting on his knees.

    I swallow nervously. “Look...I can explain…”

    Frank looks over at us and his eyes widen. He stands suddenly, the quilt falling away from him. I realize he changed into boxers and a tank top, which makes this so much worse. Frank tugs at the bottom of his tank top. “Mr Way!”

  “Which one?” Mikey says, irritation in his voice.

       “Look, Mikey...I can explain this. Frank and his father got into a fight and Frank ran back to the school and I offered to let him stay here. There’s nothing going on. I swear.” I say, stepping towards him and closing the door.

        Mikey’s gaze flicks between Frank and I. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

       Frank wraps his arms around himself. “I-I...I should go…”

      “You stay right where you are!” I snap. I block his path before turning to my brother “Mikey I think you need to go.”

   Mikey glares at me before opening the door. “I know something’s up, Gee. And when I find out, you’re so dead.” He leaves and slams the door shut.

     I look over to Frank and see his eyes wide with fear. I pull him close and wrap my arms around his small frame.

“Babe what’s wrong?” I ask.

He tucks his face into my chest and sniffles. He shakes his head. ”My dad gets mad at me a lot when I play guitar so I don’t really like fighting…” He shuffles in my arms and wipes his face on the back of his hand, looking up at me with watery eyes. I almost feel like crying. He looks so helpless and fragile when he’s upset.

The room is silent for a minute before I look at him.

“I could uh…replace your guitar for you if you want..” I say, rubbing his arm soothingly and looking at him. I can feel his gaze on my chest and I try to keep from kissing him again

  “N-no...That’s not...You don’t need to.” He shakes his head. I take his hand and pull him to the door

“Come on Franky, we’re going shopping!” We get our shoes on and I grab his hand as we walk down the quiet street. Every now and again, I’ll glance towards him and see him watching his feet, a slight smile plastered onto his face. When we get downtown, I lead him to the small music store on the corner near the Starbucks and we head inside. As soon as we enter, Frank disappears from my side. I follow behind him and smile. He’s a lot happier than he was earlier and slowly my worry disappears, until I hear a familiar voice behind me.

   “What about that one?” Jensen’s voice rings out.

   I turn slowly and see Jensen and Mikey standing in front of a rack full of guitars. The air flies out of my lunges and it feels as if I’ve been punched in the ribs. I quickly run around the corner and grab Frank by the arm.

“Babe, we need to leave like right now…” I say in a low voice.

  “But the guitar. I still haven’t-” He starts.

   “Frank?”

 I look over my shoulder and see Jensen standing side by side with Mikey who gives me a terrified look. I slowly walk over to them and rest my hand on Mikey’s shoulder with a fake smile plastered to my face

“Mikey, fancy seeing you here with…Jensen...After you yell at me for having a student over.” Mikey rolls his eyes.

“Drop it, Gerard. I don’t need this shit right now.” I growl in the back of my throat and look to Jensen.

“Oh, by the way I hope you know you have detention with me tomorrow. Ditching my class is not acceptable.” I stomp over to Frank and smile at him before kissing his cheek. “Pick whichever one you want babe, it’s on me.” I say, poking his nose.

   He walks over to a rack and looks at the many different guitars. His eyes land on one and he freezes, his jaw dropping slightly. He points at a white and black guitar and smiles. “That one.”

    I grin and wrap my arms around his waist. “Do you need anything else babe? Strap, case, amp?”

   He shakes his head. “Just that.”

  I go over to the cash and point out the guitar to the man and he brings it over to the counter and I pay and I hand it to Frank. “You should name her.”

    “Um…” He licks his lips and I can’t help but imagine what he would look like singing beside me and playing guitar. “Pansy.” He says, nodding his head and smiling up at me. He runs his fingers over the edge of the guitar and his face brightens.

“That’s cute.” I smile at him till I notice Mikey glaring at me over Frank’s shoulder. I try to brush it off but my brother has always been able to control me. I take Frank’s hand and pull gently. “Come on, let’s go home…”