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Jonathan walked up to the bed and moved hair out of Gerard's face kissing him on the cheek, very close
to the side of his lip and looked up at Frank, who was holding onto the metal bars on the end of the bed
so hard, his knuckles were turning white. Jonathan smiles at Frank, and the beeps on the heart monitor
slowly started to excel as Gerard's heart beat faster. "Who're you..? And why're you here?” He slowly
said walking up to Frank, brushing his semi-long brown hair out of his eyes. Gerard was biting his lip hard
as he watched Jonathan step towards Frank. "I-I'm Gerard's b-best F-Friend s-sir..." Frank said letting go
of the bed. Jonathan stopped two feet away from him and looked at him up and down, "Really? You think that you
can trick me?", He said with a slight snarl in his voce and looked down, " You're his fuck buddy, aren't you?"

"W-What?-No! You're son is only my friend, sir.."

"MY son?! I have no son, this little piece of broken shit isn't my son. He's my step-son. Ha! "My Son"
You're funny, Kid.", Jonathan smirked and grabbed Gerard's bandaged up wrist and squeezed. Gerard
didn't make a sound but a soft whimper, but his heart monitor beeped so fast it sounded like the beat of
a track-runners feet. It made Jonathan laugh hard while he let go of Gerard and placed a kiss on his lips
and then left the room.
Gerard squeezed his eyes shut, putting the covers over his face. Frank walked over to him and hugged
him letting Gerard cry on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Gerard." Frank said softly in his ear kissing
his cheek, "I'm so sorry."

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Gerard has been out of the hospital for a couple of weeks and Gerard looks just as sick as he did in the
hospital, but a little worse. He’s walking around with crutches and a big cast around his wrist. He has
very dark circles around his eyes, and looks extremely tired. He doesn’t as much as he used to, and he
doesn’t eat lunch anymore he just sits by the pond in the side of the school under a tree alone, and
thinking. I try to talk about what happen at the Hospital but he keeps on getting up and walking away.
His hazel eyes have gotten a lot darker, a lot less pretty. He’s gotten a lot skinnier too. And—

I closed my journal when I saw Gerard limping over to the tree I was under. It was after school, and
Friday afternoon. He sat down and gave me a quick peck on the lips, giving me a quick smile, “Ooo whats
that?” He said reaching for my Journal but I snatched it and sat on it. “None of your business, Way.”, I
said giving him a smirk. “Oh really now?”, he said moving closer to me kissing me, and getting on top of
me. I moaned a little, and I felt my face getting hot and the book slowly moving from under me and I bit
his lip making him jump and fall backwards a little. “Ouch..”, Gerard said sitting up normally, crossing his
arms and pouting like a 5 year old.

“Oh stop..”, I kissed his neck and put the book in my backpack. He unfolded his arms and yawned into
his hand, and fell backwards onto the grass closing his eyes.
I laid next to him facing him, so our noses almost touched, “what’cha doin’?”
“Thinking…” He said tiredly. I frowned slightly seeing him look so fragile. “About what?", I asked softly.
“Things…”, he said with his voice getting a little softer. “Hey don’t fall asleep here, you’re outside in
Jersey.”, I warned him touching his face and he smiled and opened his eyes.
Gerard sat up and stood up slowly but held on to the tree trunk to get his crutches. I got up
after him and me and him walked back to my house.