Three Facts

Chapter Twelve

My eyes are open and I feel like they haven't been in a long time. My surroundings are white. White walls. White floor. White bed sheets. I must be in a hospital.

"He's awake!" I hear a familiar voice say. My mothers. I look around and see my family. Mikey. Mom. Dad. Grandma Elena.

"Mikey." I mumble. Mikey smiles and everyone hugs me. I must of been out. I remember the car crash. "How long have I been out?" I ask with a weak and tired voice. "What day is it?" Everyone just seems to look around worriedly. Then I see a nurse walk my way.

"Mr. Way, it's October 30th. You've been out for a year." No. This can't be. A year? October 30th. This can't be real. I'm dreaming.

"No." I mumble. "Frank?" I ask. Where's Frank? Is Frank out? I'm so confused. Does Frank know?

"Ray told Frank." Mikey says. "He visited you once. His mother found out. She got upset. He was worried you wouldn't wake up for your birthday, or his. Tomorrow's his birthday, right? He'll be seventeen." I smile.

"Frank." I mumble again. "Frank."

"You want to see him?" Grandma Elena asks. I nod, laughing a bit.

"I'm alive." I say.

"Yes. Yes you are son." My dad pats my shoulder softly.

"Let's get you home Gee." My mother smiles.

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I rest in bed, waiting for Frank to get here. Mikey said he's picking him up and I can't wait to see him. I can't believe this. I've been out for a year...

"Gerard!" I hear Mikey yell. My door opens and I'm met with a smiling Mikey and a little guy standing next to him.

"Frank."

"Gerard." Frank runs to me and I sit up quick to embrace him in a hug. I see Mikey smile, then he walks out of the room, leaving Frank and I alone. I pull Frank on the bed, sitting him in my lap. He wraps his legs around my waist and squeezes me tight. "I didn't know if you'd wake." Frank sighs into my neck. "And I was so sad because the last conversation we had was a-"

"Shhh." I interrupt. "That doesn't matter Frank. You're out of the hospital. I'm yours. You're mine. I love you." Then I kiss him on his lips softly but quick.

"I love you too." Frank smiles. Frank presses his lips to my neck. "You're warm." Frank mumbles into my neck. I chuckle. I lay down, Frank still on top of me. Frank lays down too, pressing his head to my stomach and the rest of his body to my legs. I pull a blanket over us. "I wrote that I wanted you to wake up for my birthday," Frank pauses. "It worked."

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I awake to Frank's tiny snores and little mumbling he does in his sleep. I smile, wrapping my arms around Frank's body and holding him tight. I feel something sticky around my thighs area and I gasp. I carefully push Frank next to me and feel around my legs. It's not there anymore. I sigh, slowly moving my hand to Frank's jeans. I rest my hand on his thigh and move it away quickly. Frank had a wet dream, while sleeping on top of me. I get out of bed, trying to ignore Frank's sexy mumbling. I stare at Frank's adorable face. I should wake him up, and maybe I can just...

"Frank." I say. Frank's eyes shoot open and he sits up fast. I notice as he glares down at his jeans.

"Shit," I hear him mutter. I clear my throat, earning Frank's attention. "Uhm." I just walk closer to the bed and sit next to him.

"Lay down." I demand.

"Gerard?" Frank questions. I pull the blankets off of Frank and stare at his boner. Franks gasps, covering it with his hands. I lick my lips, hovering my body over him and kissing his neck. I open my mouth, sloppily kissing a spot on his neck. Frank whimpers and I pull away quickly.