The New School's Kid Is A Homeless Bisexual Whore

Day 10

   It's been a week since Frank was living with me. We went back to school, that kid is weird, he keeps staring at me, it was my fault to let someone I didn't know stay in my house, but he has nowhere to go, but I- "Gerard, dinner's ready !" Yelled Frank, cutting me off of my thoughts.
"You sound like my fucking mum !" which was untrue, my mother didn't call me for dinner at least 10 years ago.

"Well...I did my best, do you like lasagna ?" He asked.

"I'm not eating."

"If you get up of this chair, I'll kick your ass, I'm serious."

"Whatever, what tells me that you're not trying to poison me ?"

"Because I'm eating it too." he takes a bit out of my plate. "The train is coming, open up !"

"Don't fucking treat me like a-" He cuts me off with the food entering my mouth, he insits, knowing that there's no other option, I swallow it, I swallowed food for the first time in two months. "I told you to not fucking treat me like a baby."

"Then don't act like one, you'd die if you don't eat !"

"Maybe that's what I want, I want to die !" I shout, I never said that outloud before.

"If you die I'd be homeless again, don't fucking die, I need you. Please don't die, Gerard..." That is the first time I ever hear someone telling me that they needed me.

"Y-you need me ?"

"Yes, I fucking need you Gerard, you're the only one left for me. Y-you gave me a place to live in...I want to help you the way you helped me. Please let me save you the way you saved me..." I...saved someone's life ?! I could see that tears were floading his eyes, but he didn't cry. I couldn't come up with a reply, so I hugged him. "Please, eat." he whispers with a half broken voice. So I ate, his lasagna was yummy, but it was such an awkward situation that I didn't know if I enjoyed it, or not. "Want to see a movie after ?" He asked and I nod. After the movie, we went to sleep separately. I couldn't sleep, I was thinking too much about what Frank has done to me. Did I really wanted to die ? I got caught on my thoughts until I heard a strange noise coming from Frank's room, Frank was... crying ? It was so painful to hear, so I got up and went to check on him.

"Frank, are you alright ?"

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine..." We both know it's a lie, so I opened the door, and turned on the lights, his eyes were so red and so sad and so...beautiful.

"Frankie, Honey, what is it ?" I say, not really knowing how these words came out.

"N-nothing." No, don't lie to me.

"You wouldn't be crying if it was nothing."

"No shit, sherlock..." He said sarcastically, amongst the tears. "I-it's just...I-I'm just..." He satred crying again as I cuddle him.

"It's gonna be alright..." I say trying to comfort him.

"It's never gonna be alright, my life is all messed up now. I'm crying for you, I'm crying for me. For all the fucking ink in my skin, for our damages, for our secrets, for our fake hapiness, for our broken dreams..." That's when we started to cry in each others' arms, until sleep permanetly killed us.

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Hey !

Another sad day...

What do you think ?

Enjoy !

With love,

-$M@