I Drank Your Piss

Fight For Me...Care For Me

February the Sixth:

I waited for frank to come and tell me today's story, but he never came. I just hope nothing bad has happened to him...

February the Seventh:
I get to the classroom and waited until it starts, Frank didn't came today either, what's up with him? If tomorrow he doesn't come, I'll go to his house and check on him.

February the Eighth:

Frank didn't came to class either today, so like I planned, I went to his house and a black eyed, fat lipped Frank opened the door.
"Good Morning, Gee!
-What the hell happened?!
-Sorry I couldn't come on the Sixth...
-It's alright, what happened to you?
-I don't want you to see me like this...
-Just tell me what happened?!
-It's... I'm just- enter, make yourself comfortable, because you're gonna need that..."
I lied on the couch and Frank yelled from the kitchen "Juice?" But I declined the offer. I took off my leather jacket and made myself "comfortable". He came back with two beers in his hands.
"How are you doing Gee?"
"Stop caring about me and let's start caring about you a little."
He took a sip of the beer and cleared his throat.
"So...uh...okay, someone said something about you and I got punched...
-Frank, explain.
-Ugh... someone said that you are a fucking whore and that you are too stupid to see that I'm manipulating you and that you probably suck my dick, they also think that you're the reason why I'm not hanging out with them anymore, and a fat faggot... Gerard?"
I couldn't hold my tears. He hugged me.
"Hey it's alright I told them that they shouldn't judge you, they don't know you...
-I don't care what they said...
-Then why are you crying my dear?
-You got punched because of me...
-Oh that's nothing! Please stop crying, it makes my heart hurt...
He wiped out my tears.
"Thank you, Frank..."
"Don't mention it!"
For the first time I hugged him back.
"You're alright now?" He asked and I nodded.
"I would have loved to stay but I gotta go...
-You don't want to fix your eyeliner?
-You don't wanna hang out with a faggot...
-I wanna hang out with you.
-Then, see you tomorrow, Frank?
-I won't come tomorrow, but I'm glad you wanna see me tomorrow.
-Please come, it takes me time to handle things and I'm afraid they would come to me tomorrow and by myself I just-
-I'll come then.
-Thank you, Frank.
-See you tomorrow, Gee!

February the ninth:

As we took lunch like always, one of Frank's friends came by looked at us weirdly, Frank ignored him but he just kept being there.
"The fuck you want?" Asked Frank
"I don't want anything from you, I just want you to stop hanging out with this faggot, you don't hang out with us like you used to. And this sucks, for you.
-I don't care.
-What do you mean you don't care?"
Frank suddenly stands up and takes up the young man.
"Listen to me you fucking dick head, you're gonna leave me and Gerard alone or else you know what will happen to you."
"You think you scare me? You're all alone and This faggot doesn't even know how to defend himself to maybe save you if you ever wanted to test us again, traitor..." the young punk spits on Frank and I feel an urge to punch him.
"I'm not a fucking faggot!" I punch him right to his eye and keep on doing until I get kicked by another one, Frank punches them two, they are nine and we're only two...

At Frank's house, we took care of each other's physical damage.