We'll Meet Again (Frerard)

Sleep

Chapter Nine:

Sleep

Gerard's Point of View

Frank led me into the commons area, the early morning sun breaking through the dusty glass and hitting grey tables. There was still no one there- all of them probably changing out of pajamas, unlike me. I still wore my grey shirt and blue plaid pants that were a little too long and dragged on the floor.

"Frankie, where are we going?"

He opened a door I never noticed previously, and shoved me in before the first patients noticed us in between the rubbing of their eyes. I turned and tripped backwards over a moldy cardboard box and into a table. I sighed, Frank could get a little excited. A little...too excited.

He turned to face me, an almost frightening grin spread across his face, and then he finally noticed I had fallen, "Oh Gerard! Are you okay?" he helped me up, "I'm sorry about pushing you so hard."

I brushed myself off. Surprisingly enough, that wasn't the first time he had done that. I remember one specific day when he accidentally pushed me into a barista at the local coffee shop- I can still feel the slap she gave me for faceplanting into her chest, and let's just say we were never, ever, allowed there again.

"It's okay," I smiled, "Now what were you planning on showing me?"

He used his pointer finger to make the 'turn around' motion, and I did as he suggested. Shock curved my mouth into an 'o' shape. The room was full of various papers that had been painted or drawn on; each one matched a dream I had. Except for the darkest one that I couldn't quite make out more of than shadows cast on a human. Frank looked at me nervously while I stared at each piece of the connection between us.

I delicately ran my hand over a specifically detailed picture of the young girl and boy.

They look so familiar, but I know nothing more of them than that of strangers I pass on the sidewalks, possibly even less. Damn, this is really weird.

"Do you think we should tell someone about these visions and dreams?"

"Are you trying to stay here even longer, Frank Iero?" I scolded him, "Don't need people thinking we're crazier than we actually are," I mumbled under my breath so that he couldn't hear.

"No, but then how will we ever figure out what they mean?"

"Definately not by asking one of the looney-bin leaders about it," I stopped in front of another painting, the darkest on hung along the walls.

I could make out a faint figure almost at the point of tumbling over a familiar bridge. Is this, me? I ripped the painting along with the tape holding it up, turning to Frank.

He was sheet white as he ran forward and snatched the painting from me.

"What was that Frank? Was that me? Did you see me?"

"I- well I, um. I" He was almost hysterical as he tried to explain.

I sat him back onto a chair faced away from the table and told him to calm down, "Now, explain what this is please? Take your time darling. Don't freak out again."

He sighed, "F-for a couple weeks or so, whatever, before you jumped I was having visions. They weren't like the normal ones either. I-I just repeatedly saw a man, with such a familiar stride that it made me s-sick, falling over the edge of the bridge," He started shaking, "I didn't know who it was though- my memory still being gone and all. I was terrified of the vision. I was having t-tremors. And- and I just couldn't take it anymore. I was g-going nuts watching the man fall off over and over. I decided I had to end it, s-so I went to the bridge and decided to jump myself, but then I saw you. You w-were the man in my vision. I saw your hair and your gait and i-it clicked in my brain. Bam. I knew it was you. Everything m-melted away and I ran to stop you. I was so afraid when they t-took you to the hospital that I was too late. So scared..." He started crying my arms.

"So, so it was you who saved me?" He shook his head, "But why didn't you tell me until now?"

He sniffled, "I was afraid you had moved on or didn't want see me again. I was afraid it was over, and I just wanted to be sure, and it would be kind of hard to explain without showing you these," He jestured to the art room as a whole.

"It's okay Frankie," I cooed, "I could never stop loving you, and I never did. You were always my one and only. I was no one without you, and I'm so glad I have you back. No matter what happens,  as long as we still have eachother, nothing can stop us. We'll figure out your visions and my night tremors.  Everything will end up okay, it has too. I think we should talk to Mikey about this before anyone else though."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Mikey is very intuitive," Frank smiled at me and I kissed him softly on his pale pink lips.

We will be fine.

Right?

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Haha hi

How are my lovelies?

Hmm?

TELL ME WHAT IS UP I WANNA TALK TO YOU LOVELY PEOPLE

Anyways,

What do you think of this Frerard so far?

What are the visions really of?

Why are Frank and Gerard seeing the same things?

WHAT IS GOING ON?

Idk lol

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(Each chapter now has a corresponding edit I made! ^.^)

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