romeo & juliet ; f.g

chapter thirteen,

frank had noticed that people at school had started noticing him more now that he wore, (admittedly gerard's,) jimi hendrix shirts, and darker colors, along with thick, heavy, black boots. people would stare at him more and he wasn't sure it he liked it. his hair was growing longer, too, falling a little past his ears. he thought it made him look pretty. gerard thought so, too.

but a lot of people hated the fact that he was with gerard- alex's friends especially. alex had had a broken jaw, a broken leg and wrist, and a crack in one of his vertebrae, aswell as many bruises and lost teeth. alex's friends- mainly jack- didn't like that pretty-boy frank was with someone from the other side of town. 

frank could constantly feel their eyes on him, trailing over his skin and making it crawl. they hadn't tried anything, but of course frank thought they would. he wouldn't tell gerard, though. although he liked it when gerard was protective, he could handle a few catcalls and stares, for now. although, the day frank thought they'd do anything was far sooner than he'd originally planned. 

it had been three official weeks since frank had "moved in" with gerard, and he was happier than ever. at this point, he was leaving biology with dallon, the two exciting to the lunchroom. they slid into their usual seats at a table around the middle, beginning to talk about how mr. coppins needed to get laid, before jack barakat sat in the seat next to frank.

"hey, sweetheart," he said to the pale boy, who grit his teeth, choosing to ignore jack and continue to talk to dallon. "hey, pretty, i'm talkin' to you-"

"yeah? well i'm not talking to you. so maybe if you could back off? thanks," he said simply, before standing. "c'mon, dal," he concluded, turning, but jack grabbed his wrist tightly.

"okay sugar, this one's a little tricky, but i'm gonna grab ya' wrist, and ya' gonna get out of it, okay?" frank nodded, watching as gerard took his wrist lightly at first, but then gripped it hard. "ya' gonna to need to pull away at a weak point- usually where the thumb wraps around and meets the fingers, that's wear ya' pull away from, okay, baby?"

frank did exactly what he did to gerard that day, ripping his hand from jack's grip. "mm, i don't think so honey." jack stood, grabbing him by the wrist again and pulling him back roughly, causing him to squeak.

"if all else fails, find a way to contact me, please angel."

"dal, go to the nurses office and call the boys. gerard's at work," frank said, not looking away from jack's eyes. he glared hard into them, keeping his chin up to feign confidence. 

"nobody will be able to help you now, pretty. c'mon," he said quietly, ignoring as dallon leaped to his feet and sprinting out of the room. 

jack dragged him out of the cafeteria, his tanned, thickly calloused fingers coiled around frank's dainty wrist, and frank tried to keep even breaths. 

okay frank, what did gerard teach you to do?

"alright sugar, this time ya' gonna need to hit me," gerard said, and frank squeaked a 'no!' gerard chuckled, running his knuckles softly down frank's cheekbone. "lovely boy... now that ya' officially with me, a greaser scumbag, ya' gotta learn how to protect yourself. getting out of holds isn't gonna hurt the other guy." 

frank hmph-ed, causing gerard to chuckle again. "i promise baby, i can handle it. i want ya' to be safe, and seeing as sometimes you may not have your knife, you need to learn. so hit me." and frank did, and gerard taught him how to throw a proper punch. 

frank tugged jack back, digging his heels into the concrete basketball courts that he was being dragged across. "what're you doing-" he couldn't finish his sentence, because frank had taken a step back and slammed his fist hard against jack's cheek. jack stumbled backwards, letting go of frank's wrist in the process, but he quickly regained his composure and slammed frank against the chain link fence behind them. it rattled and the sound was nothing compared to the blood pounding in frank's ears, as his wind was pushed out of his body. 

jack gripped both of frank's wrists with his hands tightly, a burning feeling settling into them. "what the fuck," he breathed, towering over frank. think, frankie, think. what did gerard say?

"alright," gerard laughed, looking absolutely kissable in the afternoon light. the two were in the front yard two days later, and gerard was going to continue teaching frank to defend himself, which frank didn't like very much. 

gerard slammed him against the side of the house quickly, and frank felt the wind get knocked out of him. gerard was so close to frank that he couldn't help but kiss him, and gerard kissed back quickly, before pulling away, grinning. "when someone's got ya' pinned up against a wall, ya' got two main defenses. the first, and best, is to take ya' knee, and slam it up into the guy's balls or girl's crotch. yeah, it hurts for girls too. i'm not going to ask ya' to practice on me because i'd rather keep my nuts, but it's obvious," gerard explained, and frank listened intently. "another option ya' got is to headbutt the person, and if ya get them hard enough in the nose it'll break, so that's a great idea. another good thing about guys, is that if ya get 'em in the nuts, they'll keel over, and then you can knee them in the face too, okay lovely?"

"got it," frank nodded, and gerard grinned, pressing their lips together again.

frank took a deep breath, staring jack directly in the eyes, before bringing his knee up as hard as he could into jack's groin. just like gerard said, he fell forward, so frank tangled his fingers in his hair and brought his face down hard against frank's bare knee. he heard a crunch, and threw jack to the ground, where he lay bleeding and holding his crotch.

"you fucking slut," he spat, crying.

"you're pathetic," frank said with a shaking voice, before being pulled backwards into someone's arms. 

"shh, frankie love, it's me," gerard whispered, smelling of gas and cigarettes. "boys, break a rib or two," he said to pete and brendon, who nodded. gerard scooped the tiny, shaking boy into his arms and carried him out of school to his just-restored pickup truck. (gerard was very proud of it, he fixed it himself.)

frank curled up in his lap, laying half in the passenger seat with his head rested on gerard's thighs as they drove, pete and brendon in the  cab of the truck, laughing as their hair blew in the wind. one of gerard's hands was on the wheel, and the other was stroking frank's hair.

when they arrived back at the house gerard carried frank's sleeping form down to his bedroom, laying him down on his bed. gerard admired the silky black locks framing his pale, angelic face. he looked so at peace while asleep, and though it sounded creepy, gerard loved to watch him. the way his face contorted, how he drooled if his mouth opened. 

he was so proud of frank for actually listening to him and protecting himself. frank began to mumble in his sleep, and gerard moved closer to him to hear it.

"gee," he mumbled incoherently, and gerard grinned, kicking off his boot and sliding into the bed next to him, pulling the pale boy into his chest. "mm, 'm love you, gee," he said, and gerard sighed, kissing his forehead.

"i love ya too, sugar," he whispered back, his eyelids fluttering shut. 

if only he wasn't from this side of town, maybe shit would stop happening to frank. gerard had an idea.

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PLEASE NO IDEA JOKES I'M SORRY 

anyway i  kinda like this one u no ???

pls comment opinions!!x 

edit as of 15/12/19: i completely forgot what the idea reference was for and then i remembered and my emo phase hit me like a tonne of bricks oh my GOD