Song: The American Nightmare
Artist: Ice Nine Kills
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Gerard's P.O.V.

Do you ever get that feeling around somebody that you just can't get enough of? That feeling is security? That feeling of comfort?

That's how I was feeling around Frank, I hadn't expected him to be so forward in wanting to get to know me, then low and behold here I am now with my head in his lap watching a movie in his livingroom.

We are watching a horror/thriller movie called 'From Hell' which is apparently about the Jack The Ripper murders. I wasn't paying much attention to it though. I was just glad to be here with Frank, I really like him, we've gotten to know eachother alot more since we've been hanging out almost everyday.

I didn't realise Frank had spoken until he finally nudged my shoulder lightly.i snapped my attenion up at him, meeting his hazel orbs, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. "Gee, you okay?" He asked suddenly.

I smiled up at him. "Yeah, I was just thinking of something." I said as he patted his chest, I got the message and crawled up to lay my head on his chest, resting my arm lazily over his torso.

I felt his hand make contact with my forehead as he gently brushed the stray strands of hair out of my face and leaned down to kiss the head, my cheeks going slightly red.

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I walked into the house, ignoring the glances from Mikey as I walked through the front door.

"You were supposed to be home over two hours ago." He mumbled.

"Yeah well I got distracted."

"Mom's worried... Be prepared." He rasied an eyebrow at me before slowly turning on his heel and walking towards his bedroom.

I nodded and went to my room, flopping into my bed and sighing deeply.

I couldn't do that until at least midnight. I wasn't exactly an insomniac, I just got to where I couldn't sleep until it was really late.

My sleeping pattern was weird, like I could stay up all night long and still get up at the same time.

Like yesterday I didn't fall asleep until 4:30.

But still woke up at 5.

But usually it depends on what time I go to sleep.

It's always that time... I don't know why!
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"Fuck you." He kicked me again before going over to the door and pausing with his hand hovering over the knob.

"You'll get what's coming to you soon." He grabbed the knob and left the bathroom.

Fuck Bert.

I hate hate him so so much! What did I do to deserve this? I got up shakily and stumbled over to the mirrors, looking at the damage.

Huh, not as bad as usual, thank God. Well actually I shouldn't, there's nobody to thank up there.

I grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and ran them under cold water, putting the damp paper to my cheek. He split it this time. And bruised my jaw. Like I said though, it's not as bad as usual.

I suddenly heard the bathroom door open, I quickly made my way over to the stalls.

"Gerard?" I heard a familiar voice say just as I was opening the cubicle door.

I froze with my hand on the little lock of the stall. "Hey Frank." I said, not facing him. He Will not see me like this. Nope. Not now. Not ever.

"Are you okay?" He asked with his voice laced with confusion.

Y-Yeah.. I-I just, need t-to u-u-use the bathroom." I said.

I heard his footsteps begin to move closer to me, stopping about a foot away. "Look at me." He said sternly.

I am really behinning to despise my nervous stutter. Like really despise it.

"Why?" I asked, silently cursing my self because you could practically hear the worry in my voice.

"Look at me. Now."

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let this go and turned around slowly.

"Gerard!" He gasped.

He rushed over to me, ghosting his fingers over my cheek. "What happened- was it.. Oh that bitch." He said his voice changing from concern and shaking with anger

"I'm gonna fucking break Berts dick." He said.

"Frank no. Don't do anything, please." I begged. It would only make things worse.

"But he hurt-"

"Frank, I'm fine... Please don't." I put a hand on his cheek, massaging his cheekbone with the pad of my thumb

He looked at me confused then. "Why are you defending him?"

"I just don't want you to get suspended or make anything escalate." I said.

He looked at me skeptically for a moment before finally caving in and nodding, giving out a strangled sigh and letting his gaze fall to the ground.

"Thank you." I said, pulling away from him. He looked up into my eyes then, standing on his tippy toes to kiss the bruised spots that bert left.

"If he does it again though you're not going to stop me." He whispered against my neck.

I nodded and hugged him tightly.

We pulled away a few moments later, I intertwined our fingers, walked over and leaned against a sink playing with Frank's little fingers.

"You're amazing." I said finally after a few moments. He cracked a smile then and squeezed my hand.

"So are you, Sugar." I felt my cheeks turn a light shade of red at the nickname.

"T-Thanks." I mumbled.

The bell rung then, signalling lunch.

"Uuuggghh, I don't wanna go." He whined childishly. I laughed at him and nodded in agreement.

"But we gotta." I said jumping down and pulling him out of the bathroom. We walked down the corridor, earning a few weird looks from some people. People are assholes though, which is what I quickly realised.

"Oh, I Almost forgot." Frank started.

I looked at him curiously.

"Gerard... Will you go on a date with me?"

Now my face was a much deeper shade of crimson. "R-Really?" I said, I still had a kind of hard time believing him sometimes.

"Yes! Why would I joke about something like that?" He asked in disbelief.

"I dunno... Yes, I will." I said not being able to hide the smile that was daring to grow.

He smiled back at me widely then and hugged me, after we pulled away we continued our way to the lunch room.

A/N: I really need to get my sh*t together and figure out what i want to do with this thing.

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