Gerard remembers it all. Even the stuff he wishes he could forget. [Rating & reviewing = updates on other stories.]
held many memories. But for Gerard, the memories were something he preferred not to think about. Too many bad things went on there. But, if not for New Jersey, he wouldn't have ever known who he truly was...
It was like any boring summer day in Jersey. I was sitting on the porch, because Daddy said I should stop reading comic books and find some friends. But I didn't need friends, as long as I had my comic book superheroes.
I had barely begun the issue of Superman in my hands when I saw the big moving van. Weird. Not a lot of people actually moved into our neighborhood. It was the crappiest part of Belleville.
The van pulled into the driveway of the house next door and two people climbed out of the front, a woman and a boy that looked like he was my age, maybe even younger due to his size. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. The woman began walking towards our house, taking the little boy's hand so we would follow.
When they approached the porch, the woman said to me, "Are your parents home, little boy?"
I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. But I don't think Mommy and Daddy are moving anytime soon, sorry."
The woman laughed, probably due to the confused look on my face. "Oh no, dear. We're your new neighbors. I'm Mrs. Iero, and this is my son, Frank."
Frank, who had been staring at me while I had been talking to Mrs. Iero, grinned at me.
"Frank dear, why don't you stay here and play with this boy while I get aquainted with our neighbors?"
"Okay, Mother." He said and sat down next to me."
Mrs. Iero went inside, leaving me alone with Frank.
"So, what's your name?" Frank said.
"Guitar? That's a weird name."
"Gerard? That's even dumber." He scrunched his nose like he had smelled something bad. "And you don't look like a Gerard."
I should have been insulted that he had made fun of my name, but it just made me smile. "You don't look like a Frank, either."
"That's because I usually go by Frankie."
"I usually just go by Gerard."
"No way. Your name is...Gee. Because that's cooler than Gerard."
I smiled. "Okay."
"I think we're gonna be good friends, Gee."
Gerard stared at the house that he had lived in many years ago. Even though he was old enough to know better, he went inside the old building.
Everything was basically the same, except for the dust that settled on everything around him like fog. But they were all still there. The pictures, the furniture, everything. Even the drawings he had made all those years ago were still on the refrigerator. His lips contorted into a small smile when he saw the picture he had made of himself and Frankie sitting under a rainbow holding hands. That had always been his favorite.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Frankie asked me one day as we built model airplanes.
I thought for a second, and stuck my tongue out. "Ew. No way. Girls have cooties." There was a pause, and I said, "Have you?"
"Nah. You're right, they have cooties. Girls are dumb, anyways."
"Yeah. I've always liked boys more than girls."
"Yeah. Girls aren't as fun as boys."
"Does that mean you like me?"
"Of course, Frankie! You're my best friend."
"So...you would kiss me?"
"I guess so. Yeah."
"Would you kiss me now?"
"Well...I don't really know how to kiss someone."
"I saw people do it on TV. You just put your lips like this," He made a fishy face at me, and I surpressed a giggle, waiting to see what he would do next. "And you shut your eyes and put your lips against the other person's lips."
"That's all? It doesn't seem that hard."
"I'm pretty sure it isn't. You wanna try?"
"Uh...I guess..." I suddenly felt really shy, though I wasn't sure why. I mean, I was just kissing my best friend. That's what friends do, right? What's there to be nervous about?
He moved closer to me, to the point where our shoulders were touching. He closed his eyes. "Ready?"
As if on cue, I shut my eyes and whispered, "Ready."
I leaned forward, and my lips came in contact with something soft and warm, presumably his lips. The warming feeling felt good, and I sighed. This is a lot more fun than building model airplanes! I thought.
Frankie was the one who pulled away first, opening his eyes and smiling.
I smiled back. My head was spinning and my stomach was doing flips. "Wow." was all I managed to say.
"Yeah." he replied.
"We should do that more often."
Gerard took the drawings off of the fridge and put them in his jacket pocket. He didn't want the repo men to throw away those pictures when they came for the other crap.
He finally went down the stairs to his room, the room he had dreaded going into. Like the rest of the house, it was in pretty good shape. But this room was different. It was much more darker than the rest of the house. Not because it was actually the basement, but because the room held a horrible secret he didn't want to think about...
We were in the basement when he asked me. I was only eight and hadn't known what a boyfriend was before, so when Frankie asked me if I wanted to be his, I didn't know what to say. "What do boyfriends do?" I asked.
"They're like best friends, but better. They hug, and kiss and do a bunch of fun stuff together."
I smiled. "That sounds nice."
"So you wanna be my boyfriend?"
"I'd love to."
Daddy came down the stairs then, most likely looking for something.
Daddy, guess what?"
What is it, Gerard?" He replied, sounding slightly annoyed as he looked through some boxes.
"Me and Frankie are boyfriends!"
Daddy was really quiet for a minute or two. He had stopped looking in the boxes, and was staring at the wall. After a couple minutes, he said in a quiet voice, "Frank, I think you should go home now."
"Okay, Mr. Way." He looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you."
"Love you too." I said, surprised that my face felt so red.
He got off the floor and walked towards the stairs. When he reached the top, he took one last look at me and left.
"So. You and Frank are boyfriends?"
"Yeah, Daddy. We love each other a lot."
He finally turned around, his face looking angry, yet calm. "So I was right about you, huh? I had a feeling it would turn out like this."
"Daddy, what are you talking about?"
"No son of mine is going yo be a god damn FAG!" He screamed, taking a step closer.
I didn't know what a fag was, but I was pretty sure I wasn't one. "Daddy, I'm not-"
He slapped me across the face. "Shut up, you little bitch. You're a faggot, and you can't deny it."
I started crying. I didn't understand. Why wouldn't Daddy be happy that me and Frankie were boyfriends?
"Don't cry, you little pussy. Why are you acting like such a girl?"
Gerard couldn't stand being in that room anymore. He ran up the stairs, trying so hard not to cry.
"I'm moving, Frankie.
Frankie's eyes went wide. "What? Why?"
"I..I don't know. Daddy says we have to move." I mumbled, looking down at my shoes.
"Oh..." He sniffed, and when I looked back up, I realized he was crying.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I don't want you to leave."
"I know. I don't want to leave, either." Seeing him cry made me want to cry.
"You can't leave. You're my best friend."
"I know. But I have to go. I just...have to..."
"Will you ever come back?"
"I will. I hope."
"Gerard? Where are you, you little bastard?" Daddy called from the car.
"You should go now."
"Yeah. I promise, I'll call you. Or write."
"You better." He smiled.
I smiled back, and kissed him softly. "I love you."
"I love you too."
I walked as slowly as I could to make the time I had left with Frankie. When I finally got to the car, I got in, staring at him for the last time. And as the car drove away, his face was forever etched into my memory.
Gerard had gotten tired of looking around the house and was standing on the porch, thinking. What the hell was I thinking? There's no way he would still be here. He must've moved. Damn it, why am I such an idiot? He wouldn't waste his life waiting for a loser like me...
Gerard snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he heard it. It couldn't be...
"Gee, is that you?"
He hoped that it wasn't just his imagination getting the better of him. Sure enough, there was another man staring at him, the older version of his Frankie.
The man smiled. "Gee! It really is you! How have you been?"
I've been miserable for 15 years. "Good, good. How about you?"
A little girl was suddenly running up to Frankie.
"Hey, baby girl!" He picked up the girl and hugged her.
Gerard felt the little shred of hope he had left die away. "So...you have a family."
"Yup. Her name's Gabby."
"Your wife must be...so proud." I really am an idiot...
"Oh, I don't have a wife. Gabby's my adopted daughter. I never really had the time to get married and start a family." He looked at Gerard. "I was too busy waiting for you."
"Well, we are boyfriends, aren't we? And you said you would come back someday. Looks like you kept your promise." He kissed Gerard for the first time in 15 years, and Gerard happily kissed him back.
"So..." Frankie said when he finally pulled away from Gerard. "Wanna go get some coffee? Maybe catch up a little?"
Gerard smiled. "Definetly."
I hope these memories never fade...
Okay, so I just randomly came up with this idea, although I'm not sure from where. I don't really like it that much, so it'll probably be edited a lot. But I hope you enjoyed it. Rates & reviews mean the world to me. :] And if you do rate & review for me, chapter 4 of "We'll Never Let You Go" will be up sooner.