Absinthe In Colour Purple *frerard*

7. Remember Tonight

"Gerard! Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeup! GERARD!"

Ray was frantically jumping around, shaking Gerard and trying to collect himself. Gerard slowly turned around and blinked softly into a lazy morning. He brushed away the sleep and yawned while stretching his tired sore limbs.

"What's going on?" He mumbled.

The other leaped back inside the tent and grabbed Gerard's face. "Krista's coming over!"

Gerard sharply exhaled and fell back on the inflatable mattress. "Ew!" Ray pinched his nose and turned away. "Your breath stinks like hell!"

"What do you want!" Gerard spit agitated, "I spent the night dancing, I was drunk... I suppose..."

The wind was howling and Gerard found himself freezing a bit. Shaking the nervousness, he went outside and started brushing his teeth.

It was a stormy day indeed. How blasting the sound felt to his incompetent ears. How improbable was to hear the music of one's heart and recognize it as your own?

He moved slowly through the sand blinking at the sheer sunlight. The wind rolled his strains of hair and gently caressed his face.

Suddenly he became very aware of his topless torso (he couldn't sleep with his shirt on) and hugged his chest in order to keep the warmth inside.

He didn't feel good and cold made it numb. It seems like a giant cliff was offering, luring him to climb it. Only that if or when he climbs it and comes to the very top, he will definitely jump. He'll jump thinking he's reaching the moon but in reality he'll just plummet to the ground.

"It'll rain."

Gerard turned aside to see Frank coming through the chain of plastic chairs.

"I wanted to take you on that offer right now." He greeted him with a single crooked smile, but that really was everything that mattered.

Gerard felt a familiar sting in his eyes. He wasn't a cry baby. No. He was an adult. Almost. He needed to man up.

"Frank, man, how's it going?"

"Much better than you, apparently, I'm wearing a jacket and a hoodie. You're about to turn into a snowman."

Gerard nodded and tried to smile.

"So which do you want?"

"Excuse me?" The younger questioned.

Frank was already taking off his jacket. Then his movements paused and he decided against it, pulling his hoodie off. "This'll be warmer."

He stepped towards Gerard, handing over a stretched piece of clothing. When he didn't take it, Frank rolled his eyes and put it over his head. His hands were resting at both sides, thanks to Frank who was trying to pull it over Gee's shoulder.

"You're gonna be just black messiness," he joked obviously implying on Gerard's dark locks.

The material was soft, complying with his skin perfectly and hugging his loneliness. "Thanks."

Behind hairy messiness, red shade shone, slowly spreading down on his neck.

Gerard figured he was, in fact, a frozen little boy. He wanted to scream yet he couldn't find the words.

"What's wrong with me?"

Frank frowned.

"You're a teenager."

Gee furiously shook his head. "No!" His eyes lost the spark. "I'm a junkie, scared, alone, a fragile boy who is angry all the time!"

Frank put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a light squeeze.