I'm A Mess (Completed)

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"W-What'd you mean, he's your student?" Mikey said, his voice shaky as his cheeks reddened more. "Frank's one of my students. One time he asked me for private lessons and when I invited him over for them, he kissed me and we sorta have this thing going on between us" Gerard looked back up at Mikey through his straggly black greasy hair. 

"Gerard... What the hell were you thinking!? I know you fuck up a lot but I never knew you would fuck up this bad!" Mikey said, crossing his arms. He thought it was disgusting that Gerard was fine with fucking a minor. 

"He kissed me!-" 

"-It doesn't matter!... Gerard, end it. Now! You're disgusting, Gee. Seriously, how the hell could you be okay with this whole affair. Don't go anywhere near him...Or... Or I'll call the cops" Mikey threatened. "Fucking asshole-" Gerard stood up as did Mikey. 

Suddenly Mikey's hand shot up, coming in contact with Gerard's cheek. A sting of pain ran through his face as he placed his hand over his cheek, panting lightly. He looked up at Mikey's eyes, realising the regret in his face for doing what he did. He couldn't believe that he just did that. Adding onto the fact that he was gonna tell on him for having an affair with a student. 

"What kind of brother are you?" Gerard mumbled, pushing his chair in as he made his way back to his room. "Gerard, wait-"

"-Shut the fuck up, Mikey!" Gerard barked back, slamming the door forcefully behind him. He slid down the hard surface and brought his knees up to his chest, throwing his head slowly back onto the door. He sighed, trying to forget everything that Mikey had said and did, even though a bruise was forming on his cheek, pain still seeking through. He didn't want to think about everything that happened between them just now. He didn't know why a family member would rad him out like this in the first place, and physically hurt him afterwards.

He understood that it's wrong but when your own brother threatens to call the police on you and slaps you hard in response, it's kind of a jab to the heart when you have spent all your life taking care and protecting him.

For once in his shitty life, he felt angry and hurt. All he wanted is for Frank to come in his room and give him a hug, hearing him make up another excuse to kiss him which always makes him giggle a bit from his innocence. He wanted to hug him back and feel his small frame in his arms. He wanted to kiss his pink soft lips which were almost too good to be true sometimes. They felt like butter against his cracked ones. 

All he needed was Frank. 

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"Umm, Ms. Robinson? Have you seen Mr. Way around?" Frank asked, clutching onto the strap of his bag. "I'm afraid I haven't, Frank. How come?" The teacher asked sweetly. 

"Nothing special. I just have a lesson with him today and he's usually in the garden. Today I didn't see him there so I'd thought I'd asked if he came" Frank forced a smile. "Alright, Frank. The bell's gonna ring in a few seconds so start getting into your class" She said, smiling down at the boy before walking away with social studies teachers textbooks in her hands. 

Frank immediately took the forced smile off his face and crossed his arms, sighing. He tried thinking of possible excuses Gerard would have for not coming to school. He couldn't be sick cause he was completely fine yesterday. He couldn't have had something planned with his brother, I mean, he hated the guy. Or maybe, it was because of him. Maybe he was the reason why he didn't show up. But why? What did he do that would cause this? 

He had no idea.

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Once the last bell of the day rang, Frank grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder before he ran out of the entrance. He walked out, noticing Ray and Bob whispering to each other on the sidewalk. They gave Frank a dirty look before the shorter boy flashed his middle finger, receiving even dirtier looks,  and kept on walking

He really wanted to see Gerard again. Not seeing him for just eight hours of school made him lovesick somehow. He needed him, to say the very least. He needed a friend. 

When he stopped in front of the familiar building, he stepped in, climbing up a few stairs before arriving at the front door of the teacher's apartment. He impatiently knocked on it a couple of times before waiting a few seconds. He sighed, looking down at his uniform. His hands gripped his tie and pulled on it so it could loosely hang round his neck, finally taking a breath of relief that he could finally breath properly again.

Suddenly, the door slightly opened, revealing only a small crack between it and its frame. "Gerard?" Frank furrowed his eyebrows, only seeing Gerard's bloodshot eyes peek through. 

"What are you doing here?" His voice raw and hoarse. It looked and sounded clear that something bad happened. "I wanted to see you. What's wrong?" Frank automatically frowned. "I'm fine, Frank. Go home" Gerard almost closed the door but was stopped by Frank's hand blocking it. 

Frank pushed open the door and stared at Gerard. His jaw dropped slightly once he saw Gerard's eyes along with his messy hair and his cheek; a red and purple-ish tone. 

"Your eyes are bright red and... your cheek is bruised-.. what happened?" Frank said, walking in as he closed the door behind him. He dropped his school bag down on the floor along with his blazer. "Nothing" Gerard mumbled, making his way to his room with Frank following him, concern written all over his face. 

"No, something happened. You cared for me when I was in a bad place, now I'm gonna care for you. Tell me everything" The student grabbed Gerard's wrist, looking him back in the eye. They both slowly sat down on his bed, the shorter boy intertwining his fingers with the taller one. 

"C'mon.." Frank waited for Gerard to speak. 

The teacher hesitated a bit before actually parting his lips and throwing his voice forward. "I got pissed off at Mikey and I blurted out that you're my student. Not my boyfriend. A-And he took it the wrong way and kind of... hit me" Gerard looked down at their fingers tangled in each others. Frank raised his eyebrows and immediately wrapped his arms around the older man, embracing him tightly. 

Gerard slightly smiled, slowly grabbing onto Frank's lower back, tracing tiny circles into the fabric of his dress shirt. "Shit, are you okay? Where's your brother right now?" Frank squeezed tighter, burying his face in the crook of the other boys neck. 

"I'm okay... I heard Mikey leave the house a few minutes ago and knowing him, he'll take a long time until he gets back"

"Alright. Lay down" Frank said, letting go of Gerard for a bit. 

"What?"

"Just do it. Trust me" Frank smiled, his eyes glimmering up at Gerard's. Just that look in his eyes made him warm inside and gave in to following Frank's instructions. He slowly laid back and looked up at the ceiling, hearing Frank's shoes coming off. 

He sensed the mattress shift weight and soon felt Frank's head rest on his chest, hearing his irregular heartbeat, whilst his arms wrapped around his torso and one leg rested on his thigh. 

"You know, I watched this movie one time. And this guy in the movie was feeling sad. His girlfriend cuddled up to him like this for comfort. I thought it might work" Frank said as Gerard giggled quietly. "Sometimes you can be so cliche, Iero" Gerard scoffed, placing his arm around Frank's waist.