The Sharpest Lives (frerard)

In My Arms

Gerard Way

"So. What's going on." I ask Frank as he takes a look around my room. I sit down on my bed, watching him as he studies the pulled black curtains, fairy lights, posters, desk filled to the brim with random shit I never use, and back to me. He places himself on my black bed next to me, sighing and covering his face with his hands. I wait patiently for an answer, and after what feels like an hour, he finally replies with a small: "I'm not o-fucking-kay" in a shaky voice. I wrap my arm around his back again, trying my best to comfort him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I say softly. He nods.

"Yeah. I... well, it turns out that... my moms cheating on my dad-" He says, his voice sticking in his throat.

"Oh no..." I mutter darkly, looking over to him. His eyes filled with tears again, and I try to imagine how hard that would be. "Do you know who it is shes cheating on him with?" I ask hesitantly, wondering if that's the right question to ask at the moment.

"No. And that's the worst part. She was making out with someone I've never seen in my life when I got home from school. I... I don't want to go back there, Gerard." He says desperately, looking up at me.

"I-Ill ask mom if you can stay the night," I suggest, and his expression softens.

"Thanks." his voice breaks again as he says this, but he doesn't cry. Suddenly a quiet ringtone echos throughout my room, piercing the silence like a knife. I check my phone lying on my desk to see if it was mine that someone was calling, but Franks already got his pressed against his ear.

"Hello?" He says hollowly. A couple of seconds go by in silence when he finally says: "I'm at my friend's house. I'm staying there for the night." another silence fills the room. "But I don't care." "Mom. I'm not going back there. Ok?" About ten seconds of nothing but silence. Franks face is stern and serious.

"Just leave me alone." He says coldly and hangs up. A deep breath full of pain fills his lungs, and a single tear drops down onto my lap from his eye. That's when I notice how close we are to each other. One of my arms is wrapped around his shoulders, the other gripping onto his right arm. His head is practically against my chest, and our bodies are pressed together. We must look so gay right now, but what do I care? My friends struggling, and I need to help him.

"Gerard? I heard that Franks-" Mikey's voice suddenly rings out from my doorway, stopping halfway at the sight of us in each other's arms.

"Are you two...." He mutters, shocked. His eyes flick back and forth between us, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I let my arm drop beside Frank, moving away from him.

"No! Mikey, I'm just.... Frank found out that his mom is cheating on his dad, and I'm comforting him. That's all." I insist, but he doesn't take it that way.

Smirking, he teases: "Are you sure you weren't doing more than just comforting him...?"

"Mikey, please. Were not... dating or anything. Come on." Frank says a little too drastically, shifting away from me awkwardly.

"Ok then... If you say so... Anyway, dinners ready if you wanna come down. Or  you can stay up here, and... you know..."

"Mikey!" We both shout in unison at him. He smirks, leaving my room with the door wide open. I look over at Frank, rolling my eyes, and he giggles. The sweet sound makes my heart pound in my chest, puts a smile on my face...

Why? Why does it do that? I hear people laugh every day. Why does his make me feel different?