|Enough fluff, now for some conflict!|
Gerard's P.O.V.
I wake up to an umfamiliar place. Oh, right. I'm at Frank's house. I remember sitting with Frank, and falling asleep watching a movie. I have a bright red knitted blanket over me as I'm curled up in a small ball on the side of the dark brown leather couch. Where is Frank? I look around the living room. I see through the sliding glass doors Frank and his dad talking angrily. I can't hear their words, but I see Frank being really upset, talking with his hands trying to defend himself and his dad yells with an angry face. What's going on? Frank sees me watching him and interrupts his dad to quickly open the sliding glass door, close it, then hurry over to me on the couch.
"Get your stuff. We have to leave right now," I sense the urgency in his voice. I'm a bit confused, but I do as he says, following him into his room. He grabs my purse and puts it on his arm as he hands me my bag and shoes.
"Quickly please," he rushes as I put on my shoes. Frank is already dressed and has his adidas bag in his hands. It looks stuffed all the way full.
"Do I get to change?"
"No. I'm sorry,"
He startles me as he grabs my hand and walks rapidly towards the door. Frank's dad sees us from outside and starts to yell, "Hey you two come back here right now!" but Frank just moves quicker as his dad begins walking towards us, tugging on my hand. We jog uncomfortably back to my apartment. What's happening? Frank releases his death grip on my hand once we reach the elevator of my apartment building.
"Frank, what the hell is going on?" I ask a bit upset, but mostly confused. We both are out of breath from running.
He sighs and rubs his eye before explaining, "You know how we fell asleep on the couch? Well, my dad came back and saw us both, and noticed you and how you didn't look like a girl anymore. He's pretty homophobic, and he waited until I woke up to lecture me. I'm so sorry Gerard,"
"Oh,"
How stupid could I be? I didn't even think about how I would be seen by his dad.
"I'm sorry,"
"No, hey, it isn't your fault," Frank assures as he steps closer to me in the small elevator shaft. I'm not looking at him, but I hear his feet shuffle on the thin cloth of the floor.
"Hey," he says quietly as he uses two fingers to lift up my chin. I look him in the eyes, but quickly look away.
"It's okay Gerard," I look him in the eyes again. His face is so close to mine. I can see little details on his face that I haven't really noticed before. He has a small scar in a line above his left eyebrow. His lip ring shines with the yellow light coming from the top of the shaft. I cup my hand on the side of his cheek and kiss him on the lips softly.
"I know,"
The elevator bell dings and we open the door to my apartment. Frank sets his bag and my purse on the dining room table.
"I'm going to change. I'll be right back," I go to my room and change from light grey sweatpants to black skinny jeans and I leave on my dark grey hoodie I wore as pajamas. I sit on my bed and sigh.
It's all your fault, you piece of shit.
Tears gather in my eyes, making my vision slowly turn blurry. Frank knocks gently on my door, then opens it slowly. I stand up as soon as he's visible and give him a tight hug. He wraps his arms around my back and shushes me as I begin to cry into his shoulder. I'm a bad person.
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Stuck (Frerard)
Fanfiction(Has a happy ending, don't worry) Gerard has lived alone for as long as possible, since he was 17. He is a depressed kid that turns to unhealthy methods for coping. One day from his window, he sees a kid get beat up. This happens often outside his a...
