Frerard by Charlotte Taylor (fastest ebook reader .TXT) 📕

down my face as i realized.... i couldn't do any of that. I held him close and let him let it all out, 'I've been there before, had no one and nothing, been strong when no one give a shit, and this is all i needed, and a little loving.' i smiled weakly and his breaths got slower and his sobs became quieter.
i could have sworn he whispered 'i love you' as he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled into me looking up at me slightly with his tear stained face and running eyeliner and smiled.
'Coffee?' i whispered.
'No, Frankie i-' he was cut off by mom walking in the door.
Gerard tried to sit up but i pushed him down onto my lap again and put my hands on his face, wiping his tears.
'Hey, hun, are you two okay? Your guitar's been polished and all that jazz Frankie' mom asked coming through the door
'Thanks mom, but no, mom, can you leave us for a bit?' i asked not looking at her.
'Yeah, sure Frankie sweet.' she said and went to the kitchen and closed the door behind her.
'Gerard i...' i trailed off, not knowing what to say at all.
He pulled me in a little closer and sat on my lap, 'Frankie, you are the bestest friend anyone could possibly wish for.' then he leaned his head on my shoulder, 'Frankie.. i-'
'sorry sweets, carry on' Mom said as she rushed crossed the room and out of the front door.
Gerard stood up and held his hand out, 'show me your room?' he smiled wiping his tears making his eyeliner spread across his blotchy face.
I took his hand and lead him upstairs, grabbing my guitar on the way.

When we got to my room i sat on the bed, placing Pansy, my guitar, onto her stand next to my bed.
When Gerard walked in he immediately smiled, my room wasn't much different to his, just had more room, brighter and pictures of family on the mirror near the door.
He looked up at the posters, then when he reached my desk he looked down and picked up my drawings.
'Tattoo designs.' i smiled as he held up one.
'Amazing.' Gerard whispered putting them back.
He picked up Pansy, really carefully, like it was a baby and passed it to me, 'play me something?' he asked with a weak smile.
I chuckled and grabbed a piece of paper with notes and words on and placed it in front of me, 'whats that?' he asked sitting on my bed next to me, legs crossed.
'Oh, a song i wrote.' i blushed.
Gerard chuckled, he brushed his hair of of his face and sat close to me so he could see the piece of paper.
I started real slow, i played the beginning then i tapped my feet in time to where the drum beats should be, Gee clapped and then he opened his mouth and it was like an angel.
'...and if they get me take this spike annddd'
he sang perfectly to the beat of my guitar, i looked up and his smiling face, still stained with, now, dry eyeliner.
I slowly started to play the last bit, to see if he noticed, he did.
'and now the night coomes, a stage for this has come in pared she said, we'll shot back holy water like cheap whiskey its always there...'
and he carried on singing, changing a few words and makeing me speed up a little as we went but in the end it was beautiful, i made the changes he did to the paper and at the end he stood up and held his hand out.
I smiled at took it without hesitating, warm shocks of joy flew through my body at his touch, it was weird but i wanted to curl up with him, tell him everything is going to be okay, because at this moment nothing was right....
I put Pansy down on her stand, then Gerard helped me up to my feet, 'Gee, you have an amazing voice, its like an angel, seriously.' i added as he blushed and looked down at his feet embarrassed.
'You're an amzing guitar player, you know that Frank.' Gerard said, still looking at his feet, smiling.
I chuckled, 'I've heard.. my dad taught me, thats why theres two other guitar's downstairs' i smiled.
'Can i have a hug?' he almost whispered.
I brought him into my arms, he leaded his head on my shoulder, i'm sure he whispered 'i love you' wouldn't have been the first time i'd heard it.....
'i love you too Gee' i mumbled back.
He squeezed harder at the comment but didn't say anything back.


Gerard~

Did i just hear what i think i heard?!? did Frank Iero just said he loved me!?! he didn't... did he??....
Fuck, that means he heard me... or did he and it was just a random comment?...
My stomach turned and my head spun and i didn't really know why.
We went down stairs and had breakfast after Frank fixed my make up again, i hated having to be a burden on him like this, i wanted to make sure HE was okay and happy... not sit here and let him make sure i'm okay every five minutes...
'So what do you want to do?' Frank asked sitting on the kitchen side eating buttered toast.
'Ermm..' i trailed off, i was going to go home and drink but i dont think he'll let me.
'we can't go out or people from school and teacher'll see us....' Frank added. i nicked a piece of toast and sat on his leg, 'we could stay here if ou want..' Frank asked putting his head on my shoulder.
'Yeah okay, if that's okay with your mom and stuff..'
'It'll be fine, mom helps out with granddad at his house and doesn't really get back until i do, and dad's at work... we could watch movies and listen to music if you want?..' Frank asked cuddling into me.
What was he doing?
I turned to face him, his smile made me feel safe, warm, loved and wanted, his eyes shone bright into mine and it felt like we were the only ones in the world, no pain, no tears, no people or places, just me and Frank Iero. And i loved it.
He leaned close me slightly then turned away from me, biting his lip. 'Need the loo' Frank muttered and ran upstairs without looking me.

Frank~

I was with Gerard, alone in the house and i felt warm and safe when i looked into his eyes but i loved him.. as a friend! I added to myself as i ran up the stairs.
Tears burnt in my eyes and i locked the bathroom door and sat on the floor in silence.
I could hear Gerard quietly singing to himself in the living room, i couldn't quiet make out the words he was singing though.
I stood up, wiped my tear and fixed my running eyeliner and slowly made my way down stairs.
Gerard's voice became louder, and the words became how clearer, we was sitting in the living room alone with his arms wrapped around his knees, he stopped singing the moment i opened the door and he put his head down, 'Sorry.' i muttered and sat opposite, i needed to be with him, just not to close, i wouldn't be able to control myself....
'Sorry? what for? Are you okay Frankie? I was worried about you!' Gerard said standing up then kneeing at the side of my chair. I frowned, confused.
'Please tell me Frankie, you' he stopped a second, bit his lip and shook his head then carried on... 'if you don't want to tell me, fine, just..'
I smiled weakly, 'You're such a little awkward nerd!' i chuckled.
Gerard frowned, 'That's Mikey!' then he smiled and hugged me tightly. His warm sent of tears and make up made my head go a little fuzzy again.
I took a deep breathe in and squeezed back tightly, what the fuck am i gonna do all day? Me and Gee alone in the house together, i'm not gonna be able to....


Gerard~

There's was defiantly something wrong with Frankie, he ran up stairs crying after he leaned near me, what the fuck!!! I had to get an answer outta him, if i couldn't. Maybe Mikey could later...

We were in the kitchen i was humming a song i wrote. It was kinda crap but it came from the heart and meant a lot to me. Frankie was cooking us some dinner as we hadn't eaten since the toast this morning.
I sat on the dining chair 'Hurry up!' i mocked. Frankie smiled and shook his head, 'Patients young one!' he laughed.

After we ate our lasanya we went up stairs to get me a new top for me after Frankie sprayed me with water.
My shirt was shiny and clung to my chest and stomach and i hated it.
I folded my arms tightly around my stomach as we went upstairs to his room.
'Ermm, you're much taller than me sooo....' he said routing through his drawers.
'Here. Try this.' he threw a plane black t-shirt at me and a misfits jumper, 'they've always been to big so they might fit you better than me' he chuckled. So i went into the bathroom on the right side of Frankie's bedroom, it was tidy, with white tiled walls and blue-green rug next to the bathroom there was eyeliner over the all over the sink, Frank must have washed his face of something when he came up earlier...
I put the t-shirt and hoodie on, they fit perfectly and slowly made my way to Frank's bedroom, he was on his guitar again, writing something because he was slowly playing notes then writing them down on the piece of paper in front of him. I stood at the door for a while and just watched, two years ago i didn't know he existed and now i can't imagine life without him. The world was so fucked up, but with him it was so beautiful...

Frank~

I carried on writing my song, I could feel Gerard's eyes staring from behind me. I smiled and my face warmed up and my hands where sweating but i carried the fuck on humming the tune as i re-played it, adding notes to my sheet. 'You know, a wise man once said you learn with observation but Gerard, i think you're burning a hole into my head....' I smirked when i heard he chuckled my stomach did back flips, his presents makes me happy in every way possible so when walk towards me I slowly put my guitar down as he sat down and grabbed his legs and pinned him to floor playfully and sat on him, legs at the side of his hips. He giggled loudly, like a maniac 'Frankie!' He yelled when i licked his check. His check was sweet and slightly rough, i stared into his eyes, his face relaxed as he stared back, both of us losing ourselves in the others eyes, like i was starring into a black hole of wonder, i could see myself in his glowing brown eyes his breathing slowly from the excitment of my push and lick and our breathing was insync, 'Frank...' he barly whispered, i ignored him and continute to take in every detail of him, i was so tempted to kiss him but i don't like him like that... do i?... No i don't i shot back to myself. It looked like Gerard was thinking too, i took the chance to lean in close to see what his reaction was, he didn't make an