Frank's POV
I wake up and rub my eyes sleepily. The sun is actually out this time, which adds to the happy bubbly feeling I have in my stomach. I remember last night. Wait- last night? I look down. One of my arms is still wrapped tightly around Gerard, while he's snuggled up into my chest. He looks so pretty and peaceful when he sleeps. It seems as if the world is still. Not a sound can be heard, which leaves me alone with my thoughts. Gerard. He's so delicate. Like a flower. I bet he'd look amazing in a flower crown. What if I got him one? With that in mind, I slowly peel Gerard off of me, trying not to wake him up. I step outside and take a deep breath. Ugh. The Outernet. Disgusting. I walk on over to the Camp Staff cabins and see Miss Nestor standing outside looking at the view of the beautiful sky. Warily, I approach her. "Hey, um Miss Nestor could I ask you something?" She jumps up a bit, startled. "Oh sure of course." Now's the big moment and I suddenly lose all courage. "Could I maybe go to the store to get a flower crown?" She looks confused. "Not to be rude but you don't seem like the type to-" Then a smirk appears on her face. "It's for Gerard, isn't it?" My eyes widen in shock. "How could you- what-?" "Hey, hey, don't worry I ship you two. I've seen how you guys go off somewhere whenever we have to do activities. I give you permission to go. And if anyone asks I'll say you're sick and stuck in the cabin." I smile gratefully. "Thanks Miss Nestor." I run back to the cabin, grab some money, and go to the nearest flower shop. Once I enter the place it feels like home. It's some place where you'll feel comfortable, especially with the cinnamon sweet scent floating around. I study the place, trying to find the best crown for Sleeping Beauty. I pick up one that has a combination of pastel pink and mint green, a black one placed in the center. I walk up to the counter feeling satisfied with my choice. A boy in a lilac purple sweater with a matching flower crown is sitting there sipping coffee. He had a brown fringe swished to my right. I place the crown on the counter and ask how much it is. "Since it's your first time here you get 50% off so it's gonna be $2.00." He stated with a Southern, but light, British accent. I pay for it quickly, wanting to get to Gerard as soon as possible but in walks in someone with dark clothes, tattoos, and a few piercings. He has the same style of hair as the pastel boy, except to the opposite side. "Hey Bear." he says with adoration in his voice. His voice sounds deep and Northern. "Hello Lion." the pastel boy says with a hint of shyness. The supposed "punk" walks up and gives Bear a loving kiss on the forehead. 'Awwwww' I think happily. 'They're so cute together. I should come here more often' I jog over back to the camp holding the crown, wishing to be there already. Then it happens. A blood curdling scream. Wait a second, I know that voice. A horrifying realization happens. I know that voice because I just held him last night. Gerard.
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Maybe Summer Camp Isn't That Bad With You Here
Fanfiction(Mostly Gerard's POV) (This is my first story, so it won't be the best.) Gerard is a broken boy that has to go outside and participate in this summer camp. He's always hated social interaction and now he's being forced to do one of the many things h...
