Gerard hadn't learnt how to sleep again yet. His brain would keep him awake at night, telling him that if he slept there would be someone watching him or coming for him. He hated it. He had also lost all trust in Frank's choices for him. Gerard had tried to warn Frank that his choice to see his parents was wrong, but Frank hadn't listened. It just made Gerard have an even harder time convincing himself that Frank wouldn't hurt him.
Frank was being very secretive in that he was keeping to himself and his room ever since he had been discharged two days ago. The window in Frank's room would be closed, blocking out the light from outside and there was no light visible from the crack under the door. So Frank was sat in the dark, doing something in his room.
It was a Wednesday when Frank emerged from his room and cornered Gerard in the kitchen. Gerard was a little unnerved by this but he had come to realized that Frank wouldn't directly hurt him himself, just maybe make the wrong choices concerning Gerard's safety.
"What's the date?" Frank asked, the randomness of the tone striking Gerard.
"Some time in January, I don't-"
"So you missed new years?" Frank seemed like he was almost blaming Gerard for something.
"Well yeah." Gerard shrugged, his shoulders raising and then falling as he squirmed to try and get away from Frank. "I had more important things to think about and do. I don't really do anything special for New years anyway. Why would I?"
"I'm just disappointed." Frank stepped back away from Gerard a little, "It was our first new years as friends. But it doesn't matter because I have something planned."
Frank grinned at Gerard and Gerard shook his head, "To be honest, Frank, I don't really trust your choices anymore."
"I want to take you out," Frank carried on, regardless, "I want us to go to the movies, and out for dinner. I want to do that with you. Please Gerard, please."
Gerard's eyes widened and he shook his head sadly, "Don't you think I want to do those things with you too?" Gerard was more sympathetic than angry. "I see people in movies and on TV doing normal things with their friends, and I'm so jealous of them Frankie. And I want to do it all with you, but I can't. I just can't."
"But you were just at the hospital with me for 2 weeks." Frank pointed out the obvious because he was desperate for Gerard to trust him again. He knew that he had made a bad choice by letting Gerard see his parents. but really running from them wouldn't have been any better would it? "Surely you can do this now with me."
"Do you know how much energy it took for me to be able to even let the paramedics in the house?" No. "Do you know how much sleep I've had since you got hit?" None. "I want to do everything with you Frank, but I can't. And you have to know how sorry I am about that."
Frank had retreated now, standing at the opposite end of the kitchen from Gerard. Frank didn't know what to do - Try and persuade Gerard, or change his plans?
"How about we just stay in and I make us dinner and rent us a movie from the TV?" Frank said and Gerard looked up at him trying to find more excuses why it was a bad idea.
"You shouldn't even be out of bed Frank!" Gerard was being negative and he knew it, but he just couldn't help it, "You were in a coma for 2 weeks."
"I know." Frank sighed, walking closer again, "And I'm sorry. But please, we don't have to leave the house."
"You shouldn't have to do that for me," Gerard answered hotly, "you should be able to have a normal life. Not stay inside all the time, that's hardly fair for you."
"I don't mind," Frank supplied, "I've never liked people all that much anyway."
Gerard couldn't repress a smile then, and Frank beamed knowing he had won.
"Fine," Gerard smiled, the corners of his lips being lifted, "Woo me Mr. Iero."
Gerard then left the kitchen and walked up the stairs to his room to change and prepare himself. He had no idea what Frank was going to make him, or what movie they were going to watch but he was excited. He was more excited than he had been in weeks, and maybe his sadness during those weeks had been mainly Frank's fault but that was nothing compared to the happiness he felt now.
Jeans and a T-shirt were placed on Gerard's body and then covered by a jacket. He sorted out his hair and then he went into the bathroom and looked at himself, happy that despite his appearance he felt even a little good about himself. Gerard then walked back to his room and decided to try and sleep until Frank was ready for him, whenever that might be.
"Gerard, come on," Frank said and shook the sleeping man, "Wake up."
Gerard cracked his eyes open, the exhaustion of not sleeping hitting him hard. He now knew that it wasn't fear keeping him awake, it was worry. Worry that Frank really wasn't okay and that Frank hated him for having violent parents. But now that he knew that Frank was okay, he knew that it was okay to sleep.
"I made pizza and I rented us out a scary movie," Frank smiled when he saw Gerard looking at him, "I know it's not much, but I hope it's okay."
Gerard nodded and stood up, following Frank down the stairs and into the front room. The furniture had been turned around now, one couch was pushed against a wall and discarded, while the other was facing the TV dead on, the coffee table right in front of it. The blood stains on the coffee table and the carpet were gone and candles were lit.
There was also a few slices of pizza each plate and a glass of something red beside those. Gerard thought it could either be juice or wine, he didn't know.
"Just sit in front of a place and then I'll let the movie play," Frank smiled and Gerard walked over to the left side of the couch. Frank then took the right.
The movie was playing for a while, while they ate their pizza. They sat in silence until they had finished their food. It was comfortable though, proving that the pair didn't need to talk to make a nice atmosphere for themselves.
"This must have taken you so long," Gerard pointed out, looking around the room. He notice that the curtains were drawn and that it must be night. "How long was I asleep?"
"Well the last time we spoke it was 12, and now it's around 9, so a good 8 or 9 hours." Frank was pleased that Gerard had slept, "I'm glad you slept because I could see you were exhausted. I didn't like being the cause of that."
Gerard shrugged, "It was pretty much my fault. If I didn't have insane parents then we wouldn't be in this situation."
"It's a good thing I have normal enough parents for the both of us," Frank joked and laughed, his parents were pretty normal he would guess. But what is normal? "Well I mean, when I see them. They're always away on a cruise somewhere or something. I bet they didn't even know about me being a coma."
"Tell me more about your parents," Gerard asked, picking up the remote to turn the TV down and then turned to look at Frank directly.
"Um, my mom Linda, she's pretty cool. She wasn't ready for a child when she had me." Frank looked a little sad, or angry, "But she had me anyway and forced my dad to marry her. They've been together ever since, raising me the best they can."
"I'm never going to meet them, am I?"
"I don't see why not," Frank interjected, "When you're ready and willing, then I'm sure they can come visit."
"Oh yeah," Gerard giggled, high pitched and warm, then spoke in a slightly mocking tone, "Hey mom, dad, this is my best friend Gerard, don't worry he isn't really going to shit himself right now, he just looks like that."
Frank giggled too, then became serious, "I wouldn't introduce you as my best friend." He moved closer to Gerard on the couch, the space between them minimal.
"Oh, is your best friend Mikey? I-"
"No, no." Frank interrupted, "I wouldn't introduce you as my best friend, I would like to introduce you as someone else."
Gerard looked into Frank's features a little confused. A friend? A Co-worker? What else could Frank possibly introduce him as. But Gerard's thoughts were cut off by Frank leaning forward and into his body, their chests touching and Frank's lips being placed on Gerard's. There was no movement or passion but sheer hope and fear that Gerard would see how much they meant to Frank.
Gerard's mind went into overdrive and he gasped, the kiss feeling warmer and nicer than it ever had before. He'd only kissed one other person in his life, and this kiss, was so much better. But it didn't make sense.. and so Gerard pulled away, his hands pushing at Frank's chest.
"Frank?" Gerard asked, "Frank? What was that?"
"Gerard," Frank started to plead, "Please. Let me introduce you as my boyfriend."
A/N: This may be my favourite chapter so far, and THEY KISSED! YAAAAAY. I hope you all appreciate at least a little romance :3 Oh and also, cliffhanger, hahahahaha!
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