Lifeline

Chapter 8 - Someone Out There Loves You

The song linked is what I listened to while writing this, lol.  I heard it in a compilation and decided to link it to you guys ;P  Enjoy the new chapter :)

Frank's POV

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When I saw the strange man tackle Gerard and pin him to the wall, I felt  rage building up inside of me.  I felt frozen in place, but as soon as I heard the words he said and a small whimper escape from Gerard's mouth, I broke out of my trance.  I ran up to the man and wedged myself between him and Gerard.  He looked furious, but didn't stop me.  I helped Gerard away from the man and held his hand as we quickly walked away. 

"Who the hell was that?" I asked, already knowing what the response would be.

"I have no idea, sugar." Gerard replied while running his fingers through his hair.  I knew it.

"Are you still in the mood to go on a walk? It's okay if you're not, I just want to make you happy."  Gerard said this with the sweetest smile on his face and this certain look in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.  This look of genuine concern made me blush sightly.  "Well, I'm not the one that was just pinned against a wall by some random greasy dude.  I think you should be the one to answer that."  I responded with a slight chuckle, ruffling my hair.  It was strange for my hair to not go all the way down to my shoulders.  I kind of liked it though, it was refreshing.  

"Well, I had a certain place in mind. We'll have to wait until it's dark out, however." Said Gerard with his expression changing to a smirk.  I tried my best to ignore his bedroom eyes and responded with, "Well, what should we do until then?" At this point, I was latching onto his arm and looking up at him.  I loved the smell of his clothes; they were a mix of cigarettes, coffee, and laundry.  He wrapped his arms around me and said, "You decide."

I took that as my cue to take his hand and start running forward to nowhere.  We ran until we couldn't run anymore, and after we both caught our breath, we looked up to the store in front of us. Victoria's Secret.  We looked at each other and blushed slightly.  What were the chances that we would end up in front of a store that was known for selling women's underwear?  Then Gerard smirked for what seemed like the millionth time today and forced me into the store while saying, "You're the one who brought us here. Have fun sweetheart."  My face turned an impossible shade of red as I saw Gerard wonder to the back of the store.  I slowly followed him, but I soon realized that was a mistake.

Gerard's POV

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As soon as I saw the name of the store, I knew that this was going to be really fucking fun.  I forced Frankie into the store and walked to the back.  I found exactly what I was looking for.  A pair of red thongs that were bound to be the same shade as Frank's face when I did what I was thinking of.  I looked back to see that he was following me.  Perfect.  In my most obnoxious voice possible, I called to Frankie while holding up what I found. (I'm getting second hand embarrassment while writing this good lord)

His face went red just as I expected it to.  I set down the item and walked over to him with a large grin on my face.  I hugged him as he said, "That was the only reason you wanted to come in here, isn't it?  You bastard."

I giggled and asked him if there was anywhere he actually wanted to go.  He said that while we were running, he spotted a Hot Topic and a Guitar Center on the way here.   With that said, we walked back to the stores Frankie saw on the way there, and I let him go inside while I made a reservation for somewhere we would be going later.  After I finished the call, I followed Frank into the store and we wasted many hours looking at what they had to offer and the occasional teasing.

~time skip to dusk~

As we were walking back to the apartment, Frank suddenly asked me, "Didn't you say we would be going somewhere later? Well, now is later."  I smiled and told him that yes, we would be going somewhere. But first we would have to buy some nice clothes.  I looked to the side and saw a clothing shop.  Convenient.  We walked inside and bought the clothes that were nicer than the ones we already had.  I was tempted to buy a dress, but I decided against it and instead just bought skinny jeans with rips at the knees and a black dress shirt. 

Once we checked out, we went back to the hotel, too showers, and got dressed.  Once we were ready,  I lead us to a club that I had seen this morning when walking around before Frank got up.  Frank saw the bouncers and I heard him mutter "Holy shit"  as I said who we were.  We were granted permission to enter, and once we stepped inside, Frank marveled at the sight, which made me laugh.  "What, never been in a club before?" I asked him. "Well, not properly.  It's very.. chaotic."  He replied, looking over at the dance floor with unease.  I followed his gaze and saw people who were complete strangers to one another dancing less than an inch apart; some even making love.  I shook my head and took Frankie's hand.  I lead us over to the bar, which was surprisingly empty.  The bartender walked in our direction and asked what we would like.  We both ordered what we figured the cheapest option was that would get us drunk the fastest, and quickly downed them once the bartender handed them to us.  I ordered another, but Frank decided that at least one of us would have to stay semi-sober to look after the other.

Frank's POV

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I watched Gerard with worry lacing my gaze as he drank his sixth drink of that night.  I could tell that what he ordered was strong, because he was at a point where he could hardly hold himself upright.  I payed for our drinks and lead Gerard over to a nearby seating area so that he would be able to rest for a short while.  I sat in a seat across from him, which he didn't seem to like.  "C'mere" He said pouting, making grabby hands in my direction.

I sighed as I sat in the seat next to him, and he smiled.  He looked very pale.  He was pale already, but he looked almost sickly.  "Gerard, are you alright?"  I asked him with my brow furrowed.  He giggled and nodded his head, but as he did so he got up and wobbled slightly.  I supported him at the waist as he walked in the direction of the bathroom.  I helped him into a stall and held his hair back as he vomited what little he had eaten into the porcelain bowl he was kneeling over.  I stroked his back as he whimpered, knowing that he would have one hell of a hangover the next morning.  I cleaned of his mouth with toilet paper and flushed the toilet that he had been hunched over not moments ago.  I helped him to the sink and helped him clean his moth further.  Even though we had only been there for about two hours, I figured that now would probably be the best time to go back to the hotel that we called home.

Once we got back, I undressed Gerard and helped him into the shirt he had been wearing the night before.  I tucked him into bed; placing the one garbage bin that we had in the room next to his side of the bed.  I kissed him goodnight and sat next to him as he fell into a drunken slumber.