Light Skies & Razøred Tongues (Frerard)

Chapt. 15 - Nursing Wounds

Song: Sorry About Your Parents
Artist: Icon For Hire
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A/N: The more i read these chapters the cringier this gets I'm so damn sorry lmao this is unedited i don't even want to look at this.
Also i will update this and then forget i have this for 7 months i apologize in advance for that.

Gerard's P.O.V.

I bounced my leg up and down nervoisly as I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans.

Frank is supposed to be here any minute and I am about to throw up.
I tried not to breathe rapidly as I heard footsteps coming down the staircase. I peered at Mikey who looked at me expectantly.

"Damn Gee, you need a bag?" I let out a shaky chuckle.

"I-I-I don't k-know... H- he'll be here any m-m- "

"Gee." I stopped trying to form a proper sentence and looked over at him.

"Just take a deep breath. It's going to be fine, you don't need to be do nervous."

I inhaled deeply and let my breath go, feeling my chest lower do to the air leaving my lungs.

"B-But what I-if he doesn't come? What if he c-c-changes his m-mind?"

Mikey looked at me sympathetically. "Dont look at me like that." I managed to say without stuttering.

"Sorry... Gerard, he's not going to change his mind. I can tell he likes you. He won't change his mind, nor will he not like you as a boyfriend." My brother assured.

He put his hand on my shoulder which helped me relaxed a little.

A little.

"T-thank you Mike's." I said taking a few more deep breathes.

There was a sudden knock at the door which caused my panic to rise omce more, the ten minutes of trying to calm down just flew out the window.

"I can't do this."

"I can't do this."

"I can't do this."

"I cant do-"

Mikey slapped his hand over my mouth. "You're going to be fine." He said damandingly, i could tell he was growing annoyed with me but i couldn't help it.

I nodded as he mumbled for me to just breathe.

He nudged me over to the door as I grabbed the door knob nerviously, as i opened the door i immediately tried to hide that i was nervous, but as I opened the door I met eyes with a  slightly nervous looking Frank. "Hi, Gee." He said softly.

I smiled and stiffled a nervous laugh. "Hi, Frankie."

"Well, "He held out his hand for me to grab. "Let's get to it."

I laughed at him and took his hand, lacing our fingers together.

We started walking past the gas station about a mile away from my street when it occured to me that I had no clue where he was wanting to go.

"Frank? W-where are we going?"

He looked at me and smirked. "You'll see."

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After an hour of walking I saw an all too familiar sign.

' Welcome.

You are now entering New Jerseys' Wickecheoke Creek. '

"Why are we at the creek?"