"I want to Mikey," Frank said determined as he pulled on his jacket, the cold weather demanding he keep himself warm, "He's just a person. He needs a friend, and he's amazing. Why can't you believe me?"
"That's up to him to tell you his life Frank," Mikey sighed, but then his mood snapped into a look of pure anger, "I swear to God, you do one thing that hurts him in any way, I will kill you."
Frank held his hands up in surrender, and of course agreement. Frank made his way to Gerard's house quite easily, seeing as though he remembered it from the last time. The turns of the roads and the house coming into view being a little familiar. If Frank was honest with himself, he had missed Gerard a lot. It was like meeting someone so amazing for the first time and then being restricted from seeing them. How was it fair? But Frank couldn't complain, he was sure if he had siblings with a disability he would act just like Mikey had, maybe even worse. It was all about protection for the Way brothers, Frank supposed. They had lived this way for a long time, and to change it now couldn't be easy for either of them. Overall, Frank was grateful to at least be friends with both of the Way brothers; they were similar in so many ways.
In high school, Frank decided that he was going to live his life alone and maybe have a few animals to keep him company. But now, that whole plan was being shaken up by a boy who stayed in his house and made art. Frank didn't want to push the limits here, he was thankful for Gerard's friendship, but he couldn't help the underlying want for something more. To kiss Gerard's cute pixie nose and just love him. They both needed love, Frank supposed.
"Gerard, are you home?" Frank asked after he opened the door with the key that Mikey had given him. Gerard would be making art today, and Frank had promised he would help Gerard in any way that he needed, whether that be tidying up or just inputting his own compliments.
Frank wasn't deaf, he had heard the conversation that Mikey and Gerard had had over the phone after the last meeting. The phone was on loud speaker so Frank had heard both sides of the conversation. Gerard was crying about how someone had finally found him beautiful again, and Mikey was crying because he was so happy for his brother. Frank didn't understand what Gerard had meant, but brushed it of, thinking it was probably a comment made at the Way parents.
"I'm in the kitchen Frank," The squeaky, high pitched voice that had surrounded Frank's mind called from the room Frank was familiar with. He walked towards it, hoping that Gerard's art might be done already so that they could just talk and get to know each other more. He just wanted to build a connection and a trust with Gerard, a connection that was stronger than anything he'd had with anyone else.
"Hey beautiful," Frank said and seeing the grin and the tears that pooled in Gerard's eyes made Frank feel like he had to call Gerard that all the time. Gerard blushed and Frank just smiled, happy to have at least made some difference in Gerard's life today; Frank is the kind of person who feels happy if they even effect just one person a week in a positive way.
"Can you sit on that chair?" Gerard asked, pointing to the wooden chair opposite him, the chair looking sadly unused to Frank, showing how little visitors Gerard had. "Are you sure that's all I have to do? I thought you wanted my help?"
Gerard just nodded, which didn't answer Frank's question at all, but Frank was okay with that. And they sat like that for a while, in a shared and comfortable silence. Frank was staring at Gerard in awe. Gerard's nose was crinkling in concentration and his long eyelashes brushed against his cheeks as he drew. Frank couldn't think of a negative thing about Gerard, nor could he see why anyone else would. What kind of heartless person could possibly hurt this poor angel that was in front of Frank?
"Are you nearly done?" Frank asked, his arms resting on the wooden table in front of him, elbows on the table and palms to his cheeks. There were red marks on his cheeks were his hands had been resting. "Why am I boring you?" Gerard asked scared, mainly because of the response, but still a little scared of being around someone who wasn't Mikey or the drawn cartoon characters on his wall. Those cartoon characters had heard all about Frank and how much Gerard had appreciated his kindness. Superman was weirdly interested in what Gerard had to say.
"Of course not, Gee. I'm just excited to see your art, Mikey told me it was amazing," Frank spoke effortlessly, hoping Gerard would just show him already but still keeping in mind Gerard's condition. Frank knew that Gerard was shy, he didn't want to push him into anything; Frank didn't think he could handle the wrath of Mikey if he did that anyway. Frank was calm and cautious, respecting Gerard's condition.
"It's not very good."
"I doubt that Gee, really. You make a living from selling your art, it has to be good," Frank reasoned with Gerard's negativity and was rewarded with the notebook that Gerard had placed in his lap being turned so that Frank could see what he had drawn.
Frank felt as though he was looking in a mirror when he saw what was on the picture. It was a drawing of him sitting and just looking so real, like a picture. Frank wasn't vain, by no means, but this picture, it made him looks beautiful. It made him feel beautiful.
"Gerard," Frank gasped a little, "That's amazing. It's so beautiful. Can I keep it?"
Gerard shook his head, "No. It's mine, so that I have proof."
Frank was a little confused, and so he questioned the response, mainly because he really wanted that picture. He wanted to frame it and keep it forever, "What's it proof of?"
"It's proof that you exist. That I haven't gone crazy and made you up in my head. It's proof that," Gerard paused, feeling a little breathless from being so truthful, "It's proof that you're an angel. You are an angel, aren't you? Only angels find cursed people beautiful, Frank. The characters on my wall, they look like they don't believe you exist, and I'm pretty sure if I was listening to some ugly person like me talk about this beautiful angel they had met, I wouldn't believe them either."
Frank found himself crying, not sobbing, just tears full of his emotions flowing down his porcelain cheeks. He bit his lip, to stop himself from sobbing. Ever since high school Frank had always prided himself on not crying in front of anyone, but here he was sharing this moment with the boy who considered him an angel.
"I'm not," Frank's chest hurt from restricting the emotion, "I'm not an angel and you're not cursed. Gerard, you're beautiful. If anyone is an angel here, it's you. You've lived with more that I could ever even comprehend and I don't know you full story. I can't even put into words just how amazed I am at you."
Gerard just shook his head, not believing the compliments, but not wanting to verbally deny them either. Gerard knows that he got lucky, that people like Frank don't fall from the sky. What Gerard doesn't understand is why. Why now, why at this point in life, is he receiving this gift? His parents didn't want him and Mikey was the only one who had time for him. This human being should be running away, finding a beautiful person and spending the rest of his life with them, not sitting here with Gerard. Maybe if everyone was as kind as Frank, Gerard wouldn't be so scared of going outside.
"Thank you Frank," Gerard voiced, "You're something seriously special. I wish more people were like you, maybe then I could have more chance at a life."
"I wish they were too Gerard. You're a beautiful person, and I don't know how people can't see that. I'll help you see it though," Frank said, smiling at the man before him, "I'll help you see how beautiful you are to me."
"I don't think you can do that," Gerard's face, as beautiful as it was, was twisted in distaste, "I'm not sure, I would really want to believe you, but I don't think I could."
"Just have some Faith in me, Beautiful."
A/N; It's pretty much the one-shot, but I did bulk it out a bit. So, there you go. The real fun starts next chapter!