Check Yes Juliet-Frerard6

Check Yes Juliet-Frerard6


Frank awoke on his front porch. Wtf.... he thought, How the hell did I get out here? He stood up and felt his body tense with soreness. Events from the past days flooded his mind and he groaned trying to push the door open. Locked. What? He tried again. Locked out. Great. He sighed looking down at his dirty sock clad feet and noticed he still wore Gerard's pajamas...just dirtier. A white peice of paper fell from his chest and he picked it up for inspection.


Frank.
  When you wake up, you're not going to tell anyone this happened. If you do, I'll hunt you down and kill you.
   -Linda

Tears bore into Frank's hazel eyes and he choked out a sob. A hand shot up to his throat then dropped limply to his side. No. he thought, Gerard doesn't want a dead Frank. He raked his fingers through his oily brown locks and closed his eyes tightly, his lips let another broken sob escape as he held the crumpled paper to his chest.

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Bob and Mikey lay sprawled out on the living room rug, giggling like little kids and rolling around like dogs. Gerard's boot clad steps could be heard stomping up from his room. He appeard in the living room and pulled on his coat. "Gee where you going?" Mikey asked huffing from his tickle war with Bob.


Gerard sighed and looked over to the couple. "Frankie's house." Mikey sat up, "Y'know he doesn't like you there." Gerard shrugged and tugged at the door handle. "Wait. We're coming with you." 10 minutes later and Bob, Mikey, and Gerard were walking down the street, a few blocks from Frank's house.


"Your boyfriend lives here?" Bob asked cautiously looking about. Gerard nodded also looking around...cause yknow...there could be rapists lurking in the sewage. "Maybe we shoulda taken the car." Mikey whispered. He moved closer to Bob who wrapped an arm around his waist. "Guys chill." Gerard said, "It's not all that bad right?"


A squirrel ran by.


"MY FUCKING SHITTING LORD! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Mikey screamed practically jumping into his boyfriend's arms. Gerard facepalmed, "Mikey. That. Was. A. fucking squirrel. " he spat. Bob was now laughing like a lunatic at his crazy ass BF that was pouting at him. "Bob! I'm not kidding, I thought that was a rabeezed bear or something" Mikey whined.



That caused Bob to laugh harder. His laughter subsided when he noticed that building that Gerard had stopped at. Blue chipped paint and broken windows stared back at him. "Mikes. This looks like a crazy old man lives here." Bob whispered tugging on Mikey's shirt. Mikey brushed him off and looked around, backing up slowly. Bob followed suit. Gerard was the only one who approached the door.


Gerard could feel something was wrong. Maybe it was the emptiness, or the deep longing he felt. He knocked on the door timidly just as Frank's mother opened it. "Yea??" she asked. He gulped, "Uh...Frank's here?" She glared at him, looked around then stepped out. "Who're you with? The cops?!" she asked thrusting a pale finger at his chest. Gerard shook his head repeatedly.


She narrowed her eyes, "He's not here." then she stepped back and slammed the door into his face. Not here? How could Frank be not here?? Gerard began to panic. He turned around to face Bob and Mikey who were already half the block down yet still facing him. His face crumpled and he ran towards them because really...where could Frank have gone?


"Guys! Guys! He's not there!" Gerard panted, "I-he's not there!" Mikey stared at him, "But...where is he?" Gerard's eyes filled with tears, "Hell who knows!" he cried, "His mom doesn't give a shit about the kid." Gerard leaned into Bob's shoulder and sobbed worthlessly. Bob patted his back awkwardly, "We'll find him Gee. A kid can't get that far in one night." Mikey whispered.

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That night Gerard crawled under his covers, his face tear stained. Frank was so perfect yet no one noticed it but him. He hugged the blanket closer to his chest and closed his tired eyes. Hearing a clank sound he sat up. Could it be? Frank came back? Gerard shot up from his bed and listened for another clank .


He stumbled over to the window in the darkness and grinned seeing the silohette of the broken boy that he loved so much. Creeking open the window he peered over to the figure. Frank waved rapidly then climbed up the way he had the night before. Once inside, Gerard wrapped his arms around the tiny boy. "I thought you were lost." he murmered into the dirty brown locks.


Frank mumbled something and held Gerard tighter. Finally pulling away Gerard frowned at the image that stood before him. "Are you still wearing my PJ's?" he hissed. Frank looked down at himself then up at Gerard, his eyes tear filled. "I-I couldn't change!" Frank sobbed, "I got no other clothes to wear!" Gerard noticed he was wearing just socks. "No sweetie don't cry!" he whispered. Getting Frank changed, they snuggled up under the covers.


Gerard snaked an arm around Frank's skinny waist and kissed his nose, pushing a knee between Frank's legs. "I think I'm dying." Frank murmered. Gerard tsk-tsked and pressed their lips together, "If you die, I'm dying too."