Maybe Summer Camp Isn't That Bad With You Here

Chapter 11

[Trigger Warning: mentions self harm]

Gerard's POV

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping. Huh an actually peaceful sleep. I haven't had that since I was born. I try to get up but get gently pulled back by a pair of arms wrapped around me. I really need to start sleeping in my bunk again. I try to pry Frank's arms off of me but he has a firm grip. I decided the greatest thing to do was to tickle him. His eyes open with shock and he starts to laugh uncontrollably. The arms wrapped around me disappear and I'm finally free. I jump up from the bed and stretch. I turn to look back at a still giggling Frankie. "C'mon let's wake up Brendon and Pete! I'm actually excited to do camp activities today." I reach over and grab Frank's hand and drag him off the comfort of our bunk bed. I notice his cute bed hair as he rubs his eyes. I ignore my feelings and focus on the problem at hand. Waking up these two idiots. "BRENDON! PETE! WAKE UP YOU RATS!" Brendon rolls off of the top bunk in surprise and Pete bangs his head. "Oopsie. Oh well. Now let's gooooooo!" Everyone turns to look at me. Frank touches my forehead and says "Are you feeling okay sweetie? You hate going outside. And doing exercise. Especially exercise." I think for a moment. " Well.....yeah I know but today I actually wanna do something, don't ruin it!" I race out the door. The camp directors are surrounded by a bunch of students and all four of us blend into the crowd. ".......and we will be playing Flag Football today. Everyone knows how to play Flag Football right?" All the campers in a tired voice answer "Yes." I wander away from the crowd after that. Last time I played Flag Football, I broke my arm and I do not need a repeat of that. I bump into someone and turn around to see Frank staring at me. "There you are, we lost you in the crowd! C'mon we're about to start." He starts to pull me towards the crowd where teams were being picked. Pete goes to the red team while Brendon gets chosen to be in blue. I look at Frank, hoping he'll get the idea that I want to leave but he seems to be off in his own world. He looks like he's enjoying himself. Frank gets called to be on the blue team and I'm with the red team. Frank smirks at me and mouths "You're going down." (In an earlier round) Oh brother here we go again. We all start running to get into our positions. Man do I hate running. Soon a ball is tossed to me. Oh fuck. I'm a goner. Time for more running. Out of the corner of my eye I see three people all coming towards me in different directions. Before I'm ambushed, I throw the ball. That's when it all went south. One person lands on top of me. Then another on top of that. Then one more. Three people were on top of a relatively small man and you can see how that turned out. "Get off of me I can't breathe!" They all race off of me to continue playing the game. I'm left coughing out my lungs trying to get air back into my system. I can't seem to get up. Everything hurts. I can hear someone running towards me. "Are you okay Gee?" two people ask at once. It's Pete and Frank. Brendon apparently is oblivious to it all. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I try to sit up but my arms give out on me and I fall back down again. Frank gives me the 'are you serious' look and picks me up bridal style. "Frank put me down you can't always save me!" I struggle out of his arms and set myself on the ground. As soon as I try to walk my knees buckle and give out. Frank catches me right before I fall flat on my face. "Yeah sure pumpkin you've definitely got this." He lifts me up again and carries me to the cabin while calling over his shoulder "This one cant play anymore." On the way back it's a silent ride. Not a sound can be heard except for Frank's footsteps. "Frank, you need to stop saving me. You won't always be there to help me. Besides, I thought you were supposed to be 'the rudest guy ever'?" He refuses to make eye contact and states "Gee, I don't know what it is about you, but I can't seem to say anything rude to you. You're different. Special, even." It takes me a while to process his words. What could be so special about me? I'm just Gerard. Nothing different about me. We soon reach the cabin and Frank places me gently on his bed. "Where does it hurt sugar?" I blush deeply at the nickname. "Everywhere. I feel like I'm dying." He examines my arms. "No damage seems to be there. I guess all the damage would be on your stomach since that's where they landed on you." My stomach. No he can't look at that. Never. "NO!" I try to pull down my shirt as best as possible. He gives me a strange look. "Why are you getting so defensive? What's up Gee?" I turn my head the other way to avoid looking at him. "I'm talking to you Angel Face." He uses his finger to force me to look at him. "It's just- I- I honestly don't know how to explain it." Slowly, I lift up my shirt. I don't want to look at his reaction. How disgusted he must be at me to look at those scars. I feel his hand slip into mine. I peek my eyes open. He's looking at me with no emotion in his eyes. It's scary. "I'm sorry." I say quietly. Suddenly, I feel light tickles on my stomach. He's kissing each and every line I created for all of the parts I hate on my stomach. After, he sits on the bed next to me and places my head on his lap. He starts to play with my hair. It feels nice. "Hey Frankie?" "Mmh?" "Will you sing again? I really love your voice." He bends down and kisses my forehead. "Just and only for you." He clears his throat. "Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?........"

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