Yea... Don't hate me. :))
Two whole days and there was no sign of the old Gerard. We were all getting really worried for him, because he was having so much trouble living this life. He could barely get around by himself; he was getting better, but not much.
I was sitting on the couch with him, watching Phenius and Ferb. He loved this show, so anything I could do to help him remember, I did.
“You okay?” I asked him. He didn’t look too good.
“I’m just really tired,” he replied quietly. I knew there was a double meaning behind that, but I didn’t say anything.
“Can you help me upstairs?” he asked after about a minute.
“Of course,” I said. I took his hand and helped him up the stairs. I helped him change into some pajamas and got him into bed.
“I’m sorry you have to do all of this for me. I feel really bad about it,” he told me. I smiled.
“Now that sounds like the old Gerard that I know. You hated having people help you, or do stuff for you. You always had to do it by yourself,” I commented, sitting down on the bed beside him. Our fingers touched, sending shivers through me. I heard him breathe in deep, and he slowly let it out. I didn’t want to, but I pulled my hand away. He had a sad look on his face.
“Why did you move your hand?” he whispered to me.
“I’m not sure...”
“I thought it was nice.” He smiled at me. I smiled, and moved my hand back to his. He wrapped his little finger around mine, closing his eyes.
“Can you stay with me, tonight? I don’t want to be alone...” He had this sort of pained look on his face when he spoke. It saddened me.
I didn’t say anything. I took my hand from him, took off my shoes, and climbed in next to him. I heard him sigh, and he shifted so I could have room to lie. We’ve done this once before, but technically, it’s his first time.
I felt this weight on my chest, keeping me from rolling over. I opened my eyes slowly, letting the sunlight rush in. It was really bright today, not like it has been these past few weeks.
I looked down and I saw Gerard’s messy hair. I gently pulled it out of his face, not really realizing what I was doing. I pulled my hand away, embarrassed at my actions. He isn’t ready for this, and I honestly don’t know if I am either. I want to take whatever we have slow. It’s already going way too fast with what we have done.
I placed my hand on the bed behind his back, being very careful not to wake him up. I really don’t want him to get the wrong idea about our current situation. Looking back down at him, I noticed his eyes were open.
“Good morning,” I said. He looked up and smiled, but it quickly faded. He jumped off of me, and almost fell off the bed.
“I’m sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to do that...” he stuttered out. I knew what he meant, about sleeping on me.
“It’s okay, really. It was nice,” I smiled. I saw him smile too.
After a few more minutes we made it downstairs. No one else was up, because it was only 7. Neither of us wanted to go back to bed, so I decided to make breakfast.
“That smells really good,” I heard Gerard say from the table.
“Thanks, it’s your favorite,” I commented. I finished with the food and put it on plates. I walked over to the table and sat down next to him. He had gotten really good at eating by himself, so I didn’t have to help him much. It was quite while we ate, both of us thinking to ourselves.
After we finished, I put all of the dishes in the sink; I would do them later. We went to the living room and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels, trying to find something familiar to watch with him.
“Frank…” I heard from beside me.
“Yes?” I turned to face him.
“Is it weird, being with me? I mean, because I can’t see…” he asked quietly. I sat there for a second, not knowing what to say.
I placed my hand on his knee. “No it’s not weird. It’s different, but not in a bad way. Don’t ever think that way. You’re perfect the way you are, and don’t let anybody tell you different.”
“You know, you’re really amazing. I can see why I fell for you…” he smiled at me. I couldn’t help myself; I leaned in and placed my lips to his. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away. He pulled me towards him, kissing me harder than ever before. He wrapped one of his arms around me, pushing me down on the couch.
“Gee?” I breathed out.
“Yea, Frankie?” he asked. That stopped me.
“You called me Frankie…” I said.
“Well why wouldn’t I? I’ve always called you that.”
Is he back?