My Mom didn't want me to go into school the next day, and if I was honest, I was tempted to take her up on her offer. Gerard told me he probably wouldn't be in for the rest of this week and next week, just so he could have some recovery time (which wasn't completely ridiculous when you consider that he'd tried to kill himself), and I wasn't sure if I cared about school if he wasn't there.
I realized, though, that that was a very unhealthy mentality to have, so I told her I was fine, and that I'd come home early if I started feeling sick again. My main reason for going to school that day, though, was that if I said I was sick, Mom wouldn't let me stay at Gerard's that night, and I was feeling a desperate need to be with him.
When I'd left him the night before, he'd been mostly okay. He was clearly sad to see me go, and was evidently still shaken from the events of the night before, but after a kiss and a promise that I'd be back with him before he knew it, he let me go.
I wasn't looking forward to the day without him, but I felt better knowing that he was at home, safe, rather than possibly crumbling his mental health even more at work. Besides, I could (and, of course, would) message him throughout the day to check up on him, and that made me feel a hell of a lot better.
Chris was on me as soon as I walked in.
"What happened? Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" he said urgently. Joe just sighed, laughing. I shrugged.
"I'm fine. It wasn't me, anyway."
"Mr. Way? Is he okay?" Chris said, widening his eyes. I chewed my lip thoughtfully.
"He's...getting better, thanks. He had a bit of an episode, and it was pretty messy." I said weakly. Chris pursed his lips, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"You can talk to us, you know. That's the beauty of us knowing, right? You can tell us, and you don't need to have it hanging over your shoulders constantly."
"Y-you can't tell anyone." I said, shifting closer. Both boys nodded, their faces solemn.
"And you can't freak."
"We won't." Joe said firmly. I took a deep breath.
"So, I was at Gee's place Thursday night, and he was stoned. Like, high as a fucking kite."
"Oh, shit." Chris murmured. I nodded.
"Dude's got a drug addiction, and he's doing that sort of shit? I was pissed. More than pissed, I was livid. I walked out on him and I said a bunch of stuff I didn't mean." I sighed regretfully.
"Like what?" Joe asked, always keen for details. I sighed.
"I acted like we weren't dating. Y'know, I called him Mr. Way and stuff, and ignored him...it was weird, but it got to him, and I think that's what I wanted, you know? Well, anyway, his brother got home not long after, and he was already passed out, so I thought that was the end of it. But then I get him calling me in tears at 3am, and he-he cut himself, and he was stoned again, and he was worried that he was going to kill himself." I said weakly. Chris and Joe stared at me, mouths open.
"What? No way." Joe stammered. I nodded slowly.
"Yeah. He was terrified that he was going to kill himself. So, anyway, we managed to sort that out, his brother took care of him and stuff, but I didn't want to leave him alone, you know? Like, I had to see him, and be with him..." I said, breaking off. Chris patted my arm.
"Hey, no judgement here. You're a good boyfriend, Frankie." He smiled. I laughed.
"I just wish my relationship wasn't so hard." I groaned, smacking my head on the table.
"Yeah, but then you wouldn't get any of that sweet ass." Joe pointed out. I rolled my eyes, even though he was right.
"Thanks, Joe." I chuckled, rising to my feet and walking to English with Chris.
