Give me a reason to believe (Frerard)

XVIII.

*Frank's POV*

"Wow Frankie" Donna says as she sips from her coffee. I slowly look up at her and she smiles. "Go to him" she says. "W-What? He just got out of a relationship" I say and set my mug down. "Come on, if Gerard broke up with Bert, then that probably means that he didn't like him that much" She says.

I sit and stare straight ahead of me for a while. "I'll go talk to him" I say and stand. "Good luck bud" Donna says and pats my back. I walk upstairs and stand at Gerard's door. I breathe out and knock softly. I wait a bit and no response.

I knock again, nothing. I slightly open the door, turn on the lights and see Gerard face down on his pillow, slightly snoring. He's sleeping. I turn them off and begin to close the door when I hear him.

"Mom?" He asks and sits up. He rubs his eyes and looks at me. "Frank?" He asks. "I, uh, didn't know you were sleeping. Sorry" I say. "Come" he says and waves me over.

I walk to the edge of his bed and he pats the empty area next to him. I slowly lay down and stare at the ceiling. "G'night Frank" Gerard says and comes closer to me.

He wraps an arm around my waist and buries his face into my side. I turn to face him and protectively wrap an arm around him. I nuzzle my face into his nest of hair and relax.

My breathing begins to even and I drift off to sleep.

I woke up and for once, my eyes didn't burn because the room was dark. I look to the right for a time and see it's 3:43AM. I look to my left and see Gerard huddled at the edge of the bed. I prop myself on an elbow, grab Gerard by the waist, and bring him closer to me. I hear him breathe out and he relaxes.

I smile a bit and place my cheek on his head. I close my eyes and take deep breaths in and out. I feel shuffling next to me and Gerard sits up. "What time is it?" he asks as he pokes at me. "Almost 4 in the morning" I respond and he jumps a bit. "What?" I ask.

"I didn't think you would be awake" he chuckles. "Yeah well, I just randomly woke up maybe ten minutes ago" I say. "I'm not tired" he whines. "Me either" I say. "I'm hungry" he says. "Me too" I agree. We stay silent for a while and I sit up. "Get on some clothes and we can eat out" I say.

"But it's 4 in the fucking morning. Who would be open" Gerard laughs. "Just get dressed" I chuckle and stand. Gerard walks around his room looking for jeans to replace his sweats. I walk to the mirror and turn on a little lamp that is hanging above.

We don't turn on the regular light or else his parents would wake up. I brush my hair and look behind me through the mirror and see Gerard slip a shirt on. I turn my gaze to myself in the mirror. My under eyes are black with eyeliner. "Hey, Gee?" I ask. "Yeah?" he responds. "Do you have like makeup remover wipes or something?" I ask.

"Top drawer to your far right" he responds. "Thanks" I mumble and open the drawer. I open a drawer, nothing, I open another and there are pictures of Bert and Gerard being all happy together. I look over to shoulder to Gerard and he walks to me. He grabs the bunch of photos and stuffs them in his pocket.

"I was gonna burn them" he says and slowly smiles. I smile too and open the drawer to retrieve the wipes. I rub under my eyes and get the black off. I stand and ask "you ready?" Gerard nods and we top-toe downstairs. I go to the front door and hear Gerard whisper for me to wait.

I turn to him and see him go into the kitchen. He comes back and waves a lighter in my face. I chuckle and he puts it in his pocket. He tosses me car keys and we walk to the car. We hop in and play some music on the radio.

Devil's Whorehouse by Misfits starts to play. Gerard puts his window down and the cool air hits me. He closes his eyes and lets the air hit his face. He looks at me and smiles. I return the smile and place my eyes on the road. We drive in silence and I park the car outside Denny's. (I love Denny's. No matter what time of day it is, when we go, I order breakfast.) "Denny's?" Gerard asks. "Yeah, breakfast and they're open" I exclaim. "I love their pancakes" Gerard says and leaves the car from the window.

"Was that necessary?" I laugh. "Was what necessary?" He asks. "Getting out the car through the window? There's a door for a reason" I chuckle. "But I'm small enough to go through the window" he says. "But the door is fine, that's why it's there" I argue back. "But the door is for big people" he whispers. "Oh, so you're calling me fat?" I playfully gasp and place a hand on my chest.

"No" Gerard simply says as we enter the place. "Sure" I say in a sly voice. "Table for two?" The waiter asks. "Yes" I answer. "Follow me" he says as he grabs two menus and walks to the tables. It's empty except for two older ladies.

We sit on the table next to them and the guy places the menus down. "Can I start you two off with drinks?" He asks. "Coffee" Gerard grins. "Creme and sugar?" He asks. "Nope, black" Gerard answers and looks at me with a smile.

"I love coffee" he giggles. "And you sir?" He asks me. "A black coffee" I respond and Gerard smiles bigger. "Creme? Sugar?" He asks. "No thank you" I respond. "You two are some tough guys. I have to add creme and sugar to mine" The waiter laughs "Cheers to you two and I'll bring your coffee's in a minute" he adds and leaves.

I don't bother to open my menu because I know what I'm getting already. I look at Gerard and he doesn't open his menu either. "Aren't you going to see what there is to eat?" I ask. "Nope, I already know what I'm getting" he smiles.

The waiter comes back with two mugs and takes out a small notepad. "Do you two know what you're ordering already or do you need more time?" He asks. "We're ready to order" Gerard and I say at the same time. We laugh and Gerard orders first, "Three pancakes with butter, bacon, sausage and scrambled eggs." I look at Gerard with an open mouth.

"What about you?" He asks. "I'll have the same, but without sausage" I answer. "Alright, I will be back with the food shortly" he says and leaves. "I already had that in mind" I laugh. Gerard chuckles and sips from him coffee.

"Ah" he says as he brings the mug down. "Black coffee?" One of the old ladies ask as she stares at Gerard. "Yup, it's good" Gerard says. "I prefer mine with creme" she responds. "I like mine all black too" The other old lady says.

"Don't mind Cara here" she adds "she's a wack-a-doodle." "I'm not crazy, Ellen" she says. Ellen laughs and places a hand on Cara's and says, "I know honey, I'm playin' around." "Hmm" Cara hums.