Summertime ~ Frerard

WhY aRe YoU rUnNiNg? ~ 16

Song(s): death is a party, invite all your friends, palaye royale.
die for something beautiful, palaye royale.

I walk slowly, anxiously taking a drag out of my cigarette, the night making its way in the late afternoon sky.

A tear escapes my eye, and I quickly wipe it off with the back of my hand.

I really hope that Frank is alright.

That screaming didn't sound pleasant.

I breath out the smoke, my hands shaking.

He should be alright though. He told me that his dad wouldn't hurt him.

But what if he did?

I throw the cigarette butt on the ground.

I try to shake off the thought, but it lingers at the back of my mind, taunting me.

I get home, and knock on the front door.

"I'll get it!" A feminine voice yells. It's mom.

I run my hand through my hair nervously. She'll be able to tell that I'm not okay, and I really don't want to talk about it.

"Oh, Gee, what's up? Are you okay? You seem upset" she asks the moment she looks at me.

"It's nothing mom, I'm fine" I lie, as I get inside the house.

She looks at me in the eyes, and without thinking twice she says "you're lying. You have cried, and smoked, too."

I look down at my feet

"Come on Gee, we have to talk" she demands, and I follow her to the living room.

"So, spill. What's up?" She says, crossing her arms over her chest

"You know Frank, right?" I ask, and she nods.

"Your friend, right?" She replies, and I shake my head

"Well, not quite. He's been my boyfriend for almost a month, and, well we kind of kept it lowkey around anyone who knows us, besides the boys" I explain, playing with the hem of my shirt

"Why's that?" She asks, and I take a deep breath.

"Well, his parents, his dad, specifically, are pretty homophobic" I say, and she frowns, but I can tell that she wants to hear more.

"So, today we went on a date, and I think that his dad shouldn't have been home, because he kissed me goodbye and he saw us. He told me to run because he can get pretty violent, and so I did. He told me that he wouldn't get hurt, but I'm scared" I explain, my hands starting to shake again.

"Is he abusive?" She gasps, and I shake my head.

"I don't think so. His mother would know, and she wouldn't stay with him if he was" I say, telling her what I had learned from Frank

"Oh, thank god." She says "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I mean, I can't go there. If his parents see me they're going to punish Frank, and I don't want that to happen. So I don't really know. He probably isn't allowed to get out of his house" I explain sadly, the thought of him getting hurt making my eyes water slightly.

"Come here. Don't cry. It's going to be okay" she reassures, hugging me.

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I stare up at my ceiling, a strand of red hair lazily falling on my face.

I can't sleep.

My curtains are drawn shut, the only light in the room is the digital clock on my bedside table.

I look to my left, grabbing the pillow that Frank would use everytime he slept over.

I hold the soft material to my chest, inhaling the scent of his shampoo that's still lingering on the pillowcase.

I miss him.

It's been five hours and fifty five minutes since I left him at his doorstep and I miss him.

I bury my face further in the pillow, curling up around it completely, subconciously searching for Frank's body warmth.

Tears start running down my face for what feels like the hundreth time tonight, the pillow muffling the sound of my ragged breathing.

It shouldn't hurt this much, should it?

I try to look at my wall, the one filled with photos, but my vision is too watery for me to make out a clear image of it.

My phone buzzes from under my pillow, startling me.

I search through the sheets, before I finally get ahold of the device.

I quickly unlock it, its bright screen blinding me.

1 message from WhY aRe YoU rUnNiNg?

I groan, and throw the phone on the empty part of the bed.

It's our group chat. And since it's 4 am, it's most likely Pete sending memes.

I bury my face in the tear stained pillow again, closing my eyes.

Maybe I can sleep this all away...

~~~

Mikey's pov

My phone goes off loudly, and my eyes snap open almost instantly

"For fuck's sake Mikey, why do you keep your phone notifications so loud? I want to fucking sleep" Pete groans, from his position under my arm

"Sorry baby" I apologize, and lean down to kiss his forehead "go back to sleep"

He nods, and I quickly grab my phone from my nightstand.

1 message from WhY aRe YoU rUnNiNg?

What the fuck? Who the hell is awake at 4 am?

I unlock my phone, curiosity taking over me

Frank: sorry guys, i know it's fucking late, but my dad finally came home and i was able to sneak my phone back. So, idk if Gee told you, but my dad found out about us, my mom is fine about it but he isnt, so i don't know when and if i'll be able to be free again again. Anyways, i'm fine, physically, so you don't have to worry, and this is all i can say right now, i have to put my phone in my dad's jacket again before he finds out, bye
-xofrnk
Remington: holy shit dude
Josh: really?

I frown, and Pete stirs again

"What's happening?" He slurs out.

"Frank's dad found out about him and Gee, I'll have to talk to him tomorrow" I explain, and he nods.

"Now come on, let's sleep" I say, putting my phone back on my nightstand, cuddling up to Pete's side again.

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A/n This was painful to write, and i know that it's a bit later than usual for me to upload but i was kinda listening to amo by bmth on repeat for 3 hours, soooo....