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Chapter 6
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"Gerard, I promise you," Frank pleaded with the sobbing man, "I promise you that nobody will see you."
Gerard was sobbing because he was sure that as soon as his intrusive neighbors heard his door open they would be looking out of their windows and pointing and laughing at him. When he first moved in they had all tried so hard to get inside and see him, but Mikey had protected him. Little Mikey Way, who now hated Gerard. It just all made Gerard cry more.
"Th-they wu-will!" Gerard cried, "I-I, I need Mikes!"
"No, you need to breathe," Frank retaliated, moving around on his feet with difficulty seeing as though he was crouched down in front of Gerard and spoke again, "Do it with me okay? In and out."
It took a little while but eventually Gerard had calmed down, his breathing returning to normal and his eyes stopping the flow of tears. Frank didn't what that just was, but he was pretty sure it was along the lines of a panic attack.
"I'm gonna take your bags to my car," Frank kept his voice low, not wanting to upset the comfortable silence they had created, "Get yourself ready okay?"
Frank was gone then, taking the bag to the car and Gerard was busy trying to decide how many layers of clothes would be considered normal for someone like him to leave the house in. See these clothes, yes obviously they kept Gerard warm and covered, but they served more purpose than that. They were Gerard's security blankets, helping him hide himself under blacks and baggy clothes. The more Gerard trusted you, the more flesh he revealed to you, it's just how it worked. Though, this flesh so far had never exceeded his arms and with family members present.
Gerard already had a black jumper on, sweats and baseball boots. To this he added his skeleton gloves, a scarf, another jumper, a coat, and a hat. Gerard didn't look so out of place, because it was winter-December 23rd to be exact-and everyone was wearing more clothes than they should be. That didn't stop Frank coming back with a knowing smile on his face.
"I know you're scared," Frank said, his voice comfortingly smooth, "But I think you're beautiful and now that I've met you, I'm never going to leave you alone okay? I don't know what it is about you, I just can't leave you alone."
Gerard nodded, "I know that you think I'm beautiful, you say it enough, I just-what about other people?"
"Other people can fuck themselves," Frank laughed, "They don't know a good person when they see one."
Frank then grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him to the door. Frank wasn't an asshole, he waited at Gerard's front door until he got his confidence up. This confidence was only signified by Gerard squeezing Frank's hand.
The drive to Frank's house was pretty insignificant. Gerard had to calm himself down a few times when he was sure that people could see him or were actually staring at him, but Frank's hand on his thigh had calmed him down. He wouldn't really admit that out loud, though.
"We're here Gerard," Frank told the man beside him, "Mikey's inside because we both have this week off work. You don't have to talk to him though, he was an asshole to you."
Gerard nodded, because he wasn't planning on talking to Mikey anyway. Gerard had never asked for one thing from Mikey, and as soon as Gerard wants to be independent in himself and spend some time away from his house, Mikey shoots him down.
"Let's go inside," Frank spoke and they both got of the car and went inside, Frank unlocking the door and letting Gerard inside. Frank however got Gerard's bags from the car and took them inside. Gerard was stood in the corridor between the front room and the kitchen looking slightly uncomfortable. Frank didn't understand why until he looked round the corner and saw that Mikey was sat in the front room.
"Hey it's okay," Frank said when he walked over to Gerard after dumping the bag, "You're my guest."
Gerard nodded and they both walked into the front room, sitting down on the black couch opposite Mikey. It was kind of uncomfortable, but Frank didn't think it was so bad until he saw Mikey uncomfortably staring at Gerard. Mikey should know that Gerard hates people staring so why was he doing it now? Frank was getting angrier and angrier just watching Mikey.
"Mikey," Frank barked, feeling a little guilty when Gerard jumped, "Fucking stop."
Mikey just looked at Frank with wide eyes, like he was completely innocent and Frank just got angrier.
"You're such a fucking joke!" Frank shouted, he couldn't stop now, "He's out of the house, he has friends and he's having a life! It's what you've always wanted!"
Suddenly something in Frank clicked, like he had finally figured everything out.
"Oh my God, oh my God. You're jealous!" Frank shouted, his arms flying around to emphasis his point or maybe just to make everyone else look at him, "You're jealous that he can still have a life while he had his condition and you have no kind of life right now. The fucking social butterfly that was Mikey Way has lost his wings. Well fuck you Mikey, you fucking heinous cunt!"
A/N: http://ask.fm/LeATHERMOUTHXO So I got this and I really like it and I just started using it and I thought I could link it to you guys in case you wanted to ask me or tell me anything. I'd love to talk to some of you, you're all awesome.
This chapter was kinda difficult to write, but I think I powered through it. So, I would appreciate a response even if it's "that was so shit srsly."
Gerard was sobbing because he was sure that as soon as his intrusive neighbors heard his door open they would be looking out of their windows and pointing and laughing at him. When he first moved in they had all tried so hard to get inside and see him, but Mikey had protected him. Little Mikey Way, who now hated Gerard. It just all made Gerard cry more.
"Th-they wu-will!" Gerard cried, "I-I, I need Mikes!"
"No, you need to breathe," Frank retaliated, moving around on his feet with difficulty seeing as though he was crouched down in front of Gerard and spoke again, "Do it with me okay? In and out."
It took a little while but eventually Gerard had calmed down, his breathing returning to normal and his eyes stopping the flow of tears. Frank didn't what that just was, but he was pretty sure it was along the lines of a panic attack.
"I'm gonna take your bags to my car," Frank kept his voice low, not wanting to upset the comfortable silence they had created, "Get yourself ready okay?"
Frank was gone then, taking the bag to the car and Gerard was busy trying to decide how many layers of clothes would be considered normal for someone like him to leave the house in. See these clothes, yes obviously they kept Gerard warm and covered, but they served more purpose than that. They were Gerard's security blankets, helping him hide himself under blacks and baggy clothes. The more Gerard trusted you, the more flesh he revealed to you, it's just how it worked. Though, this flesh so far had never exceeded his arms and with family members present.
Gerard already had a black jumper on, sweats and baseball boots. To this he added his skeleton gloves, a scarf, another jumper, a coat, and a hat. Gerard didn't look so out of place, because it was winter-December 23rd to be exact-and everyone was wearing more clothes than they should be. That didn't stop Frank coming back with a knowing smile on his face.
"I know you're scared," Frank said, his voice comfortingly smooth, "But I think you're beautiful and now that I've met you, I'm never going to leave you alone okay? I don't know what it is about you, I just can't leave you alone."
Gerard nodded, "I know that you think I'm beautiful, you say it enough, I just-what about other people?"
"Other people can fuck themselves," Frank laughed, "They don't know a good person when they see one."
Frank then grabbed Gerard's hand and pulled him to the door. Frank wasn't an asshole, he waited at Gerard's front door until he got his confidence up. This confidence was only signified by Gerard squeezing Frank's hand.
The drive to Frank's house was pretty insignificant. Gerard had to calm himself down a few times when he was sure that people could see him or were actually staring at him, but Frank's hand on his thigh had calmed him down. He wouldn't really admit that out loud, though.
"We're here Gerard," Frank told the man beside him, "Mikey's inside because we both have this week off work. You don't have to talk to him though, he was an asshole to you."
Gerard nodded, because he wasn't planning on talking to Mikey anyway. Gerard had never asked for one thing from Mikey, and as soon as Gerard wants to be independent in himself and spend some time away from his house, Mikey shoots him down.
"Let's go inside," Frank spoke and they both got of the car and went inside, Frank unlocking the door and letting Gerard inside. Frank however got Gerard's bags from the car and took them inside. Gerard was stood in the corridor between the front room and the kitchen looking slightly uncomfortable. Frank didn't understand why until he looked round the corner and saw that Mikey was sat in the front room.
"Hey it's okay," Frank said when he walked over to Gerard after dumping the bag, "You're my guest."
Gerard nodded and they both walked into the front room, sitting down on the black couch opposite Mikey. It was kind of uncomfortable, but Frank didn't think it was so bad until he saw Mikey uncomfortably staring at Gerard. Mikey should know that Gerard hates people staring so why was he doing it now? Frank was getting angrier and angrier just watching Mikey.
"Mikey," Frank barked, feeling a little guilty when Gerard jumped, "Fucking stop."
Mikey just looked at Frank with wide eyes, like he was completely innocent and Frank just got angrier.
"You're such a fucking joke!" Frank shouted, he couldn't stop now, "He's out of the house, he has friends and he's having a life! It's what you've always wanted!"
Suddenly something in Frank clicked, like he had finally figured everything out.
"Oh my God, oh my God. You're jealous!" Frank shouted, his arms flying around to emphasis his point or maybe just to make everyone else look at him, "You're jealous that he can still have a life while he had his condition and you have no kind of life right now. The fucking social butterfly that was Mikey Way has lost his wings. Well fuck you Mikey, you fucking heinous cunt!"
A/N: http://ask.fm/LeATHERMOUTHXO So I got this and I really like it and I just started using it and I thought I could link it to you guys in case you wanted to ask me or tell me anything. I'd love to talk to some of you, you're all awesome.
This chapter was kinda difficult to write, but I think I powered through it. So, I would appreciate a response even if it's "that was so shit srsly."
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