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And I See You Lying Next To Me
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It’s Not The Life It Seems
[Chapter Eight – And I See You Lying Next To Me]
Gerard Way’s Point of View (Still)
I tapped my hand against the cold window and looked in to see him sobbing in is arms, curled up in a ball on his bed. He looked up at me with tear stained eyes, and he looked as if he was in extreme pain when he opened the window for me. I wanted to just cry for him and be there. I would never know what he was going through.
I stepped from the thick branch of the tree into the small room, the floor cluttered with various belongings. I kicked off my shoes and sat behind him on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he leaned back, his head gently resting against my chest. At that moment I realized how beautiful Frankie really was. He had a knuckle tattoo that said “Halloween”, and the one that I really noticed first was the scorpion on his neck. His ears were pierced and his arms were nicely toned. He was really a small person, which I found adorable, and really it was to my advantage. I stroked his hair, him still crying, but now into the sleeve of my navy hoodie. He stopped after a few more minutes, looking at me. I saw the pain and fear in his hazel eyes, despite it being almost pitch black outside.
“Gee..?” he asked me.
“Yeah?”
“D-do… you… love me?” his eyes sparkled.
“Of course I do.” I responded, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“T-thanks Gerard…” he said slowly, “I don’t think anyone else has ever loved me…”
“Someone will always love you. Trust me.”
He nodded, “Aren’t you tired…? It’s almost two in the morning…”
“No… It’s okay. You can sleep if you want though.” I kindly refused. I was trying to take everything in still, and I guess some quiet time would be nice. Besides, I wanted to watch Frankie as he slept.
“Oh. Um… okay. We don’t have an extra bed though if you do get tried… so… I guess we’ll have to…” he seemed at a loss of words.
“Share?” I filled in the blank.
“Yeah… if that’s okay with you…”
“I really don’t mind. Really. I don’t.” I was being completely honest with him. I didn’t mind the least.
“I-I’m gonna try and sleep okay? Sorry about all this… truly I am.” He crawled under the comforter and laid his head on a pillow beside me.
“Don’t sweat it. Night Frankie.” I slid my hand down his cheek, causing him to cringe. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah… I’m just a little sore…” a tear rolled down his pale pinkish skin.
“I’m sorry… anyways… good night.” I apologized, not knowing how much pain I was causing him.
“Good night Gerard. Get some sleep okay?” I wondered how he could be so concerned about my well being even while in this state.
“I promise I will.”
He closed his eyes, and his breathing became even and steady. His black hair floated across his face, covering one of his eyes, as he drifted into a deep, deep sleep. It was good to see him get some rest, something I think that he really needed right now. I could see more of his tattoos now, especially the ones on his left arm. He had Mary with roses across his entire lower arm, and a chainsaw near his bicep. On his other wrist, were words circling that said, “I wish I were a ghost” in red letters. I watched his chest rise and fall, over and over again, and that’s when I decided that I should take his advice and get some rest. I slipped under the covers with him, discarding my hoodie, dropping it to the floor beside me. I rested my head beside his on the fluffy down pillow, and kissed his neck one last time, before falling asleep, hugging my angel.
The next morning, or later I should say, I was awoken to the sun shining in my face. I glanced at the alarm clock, it blinking the time 8:46 a.m. Frankie was still fast asleep beside me, his head only inches from mine. He rolled over closer to me, his arm draping across my torso. His body was warm and pleasant, his skin soft to the touch. I smiled, seeing him like this. This is how it was supposed to be.
Then I realized I had a pair of eyes staring up at me. “Gerard… I never realized your eyes were such a cool color.” He smiled.
“Well good morning to you too.” I reflected his smile. “And thanks. Everyone usually says I look like a freak cause yellow is kinda like vampire eyes.”
“No… I think it’s pretty awesome.” He took his hand and brushed my hair from my eyes.
“Now… do you mind telling me why you needed me to come?” I asked softly.
“I-I… I have problems Gee…” he started slowly. “My family ain’t the best in terms of support ya know?”
“Go on…”
“My dad… he’s… abusive. Extremely. He gets drunk with his so-called friends and goes to… strip joints and clubs… and well he rapes girls. If he cant find a decent victim… he’ll come home… in a really awful mood. Then… usually I’m home, so he’ll-”
“You don’t need to say anything anymore.” I pressed my index finger to his pale pink lips, cutting off his sentence. I knew that his dad raped him. It was obvious really. Cold tears flowed freely down his face, falling onto his t-shirt.
“T-thanks Gee…” he smiled slightly at me.
“It’s okay Frankie. I’ll protect you. Even if it costs me my life.”
“B-but… how? He’s…”
“I know he’s your dad, but no one should have to experience that pain okay?”
“O-okay…” he stuttered.
I hugged him tightly, him burying his face into my neck. I kissed his head, and I felt him smile. He then sat back and looked at me, before falling back into the creamy white pillow. He took my hand and dragged me back down with him and I let out a small giggle. He smiled again, bringing me closer to his chest. Our lips touched for a second again, but only long enough so that he left me wanting more of him. Damn it Frankie.
Frank Iero’s Point of View
I felt so bad that I made Gerard come over here at almost two in the morning. He looked really tired and I could see it in his eyes. Now, there was the most adorable little pout on his lips, which made me want to giggle. I knew I left him hanging for a kiss, but teasing him was fun. I did owe him something though, as he did listen to me and comfort me. I stroked his smooth skin with my fingers, it being cold and almost icy. I moved in closer, and pressed my lips to his slowly and gently. He ran his slender fingers through my hair, working against my lips, trying not to hurt me. I could say that I was feeling better than I was yesterday, but I was yet to try and walk. My muscles no longer ached, but I could still feel a burning pain inside me. That was quickly replaced by the feeling of Gerard’s tongue inside my mouth, searching every crevice, running back and forth over my teeth. I let him be dominant because really, I was enjoying this too much to want to fight back. Just before he completely released me, he played with my lip ring with his teeth, sucking on it after. I giggled in between gasping for air, smiling at him.
Once again, Gerard managed to get me hard, without my noticing. “You’re pitching a tent Frankie.” He smirked at me.
“Oh shut up… and you aren’t?” I retorted.
He blushed, “Fine, you win.”
I laughed and said, “Then that makes the two of us I guess.” I stared into his eyes for a minute and got completely lost before saying, “I didn’t know you were such a fucking good kisser Gerard.”
“Well… um… I’m not that great.” He sounded nervous.
“H-have you ever kissed a girl before even?” I asked him gently, trying to take the pressure off.
“Actually… no…” He turned away, trying to avoid my eyes.
“It’s okay Gerard. There’s nothing to be ashamed of… I mean… your first kiss is supposed to be memorable isn’t it?” I smiled.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right Frankie.” He said, sitting up again. “Now… how are we gonna explain to your parents why I’m here?”
“Oh… them. Um… I really don’t know.”
“I guess I can just climb out the window and leave…” he suggested.
“No Gee, don’t leave! Please! My mom is going to a conference today and my dad is gonna be h-home with me… please…?” I begged. I wasn’t up for another round tonight.
“B-but Frankie… what about my parents… and Mikey… what are they gonna think when I’m missing this early?” He tried reasoning with me.
“You’re right… I’m just being selfish… go… it’s okay.”
“No… you’re coming with me today. I can’t leave you here. It’s not safe.” He said calmly. “Go get dressed. I’ll wait for you.” He slipped on his hoodie and was searching the floor for his shoes.
“O-okay…” I got up, or tried at least. “Ahh fuck. Shit…” I groaned as soon as I got to my feet.
I fell backwards quickly, suddenly feeling weak. Gerard caught me as I fell, and stroked my head once again. “Frankie… take it easy.”
“My clothes are just hanging behind the door… I can get them.” I said, trying to get up again, but not before Gee stopped me.
“No. Let me.”
He got my clothes for me, and I dressed quickly still sitting on the bed. He laughed at me when my shirt got caught over my head and my bare stomach was exposed. I found it kinda embarrassing actually, seeing as I did have several scars across my chest. I tried not to show it, but I was pretty sure Gerard could see right through my act. I put on my black jacket, which was on the floor below me, and I looked at Gerard, who already opened the window. I slung on my messenger bag and attempted to follow him out. I tried as hard as I could not to think about the pain, I took Gerard’s hand and began to scale down the tree. I just focused on Gerard, and the pain didn’t seem to be there anymore.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, we got to the bottom, and I limped my way over to his car. I took a seat in the front, where I did the previous day, and he got into the driver’s seat, turning on the engine. I relaxed and let out a sigh, which caused Gerard to look at me with concern. I told him it was nothing, and then he said he’d take me out for some coffee. After all, it was only 9:30 a.m.
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Hey everyone ^^
Summer is here finally!!! I worked on this chapter all week, despite being kinda busy and shit. Expect a lot of updates soon. (:
Ratings and reviews are welcomed warmly s2
~Rayy
[Chapter Eight – And I See You Lying Next To Me]
Gerard Way’s Point of View (Still)
I tapped my hand against the cold window and looked in to see him sobbing in is arms, curled up in a ball on his bed. He looked up at me with tear stained eyes, and he looked as if he was in extreme pain when he opened the window for me. I wanted to just cry for him and be there. I would never know what he was going through.
I stepped from the thick branch of the tree into the small room, the floor cluttered with various belongings. I kicked off my shoes and sat behind him on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he leaned back, his head gently resting against my chest. At that moment I realized how beautiful Frankie really was. He had a knuckle tattoo that said “Halloween”, and the one that I really noticed first was the scorpion on his neck. His ears were pierced and his arms were nicely toned. He was really a small person, which I found adorable, and really it was to my advantage. I stroked his hair, him still crying, but now into the sleeve of my navy hoodie. He stopped after a few more minutes, looking at me. I saw the pain and fear in his hazel eyes, despite it being almost pitch black outside.
“Gee..?” he asked me.
“Yeah?”
“D-do… you… love me?” his eyes sparkled.
“Of course I do.” I responded, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“T-thanks Gerard…” he said slowly, “I don’t think anyone else has ever loved me…”
“Someone will always love you. Trust me.”
He nodded, “Aren’t you tired…? It’s almost two in the morning…”
“No… It’s okay. You can sleep if you want though.” I kindly refused. I was trying to take everything in still, and I guess some quiet time would be nice. Besides, I wanted to watch Frankie as he slept.
“Oh. Um… okay. We don’t have an extra bed though if you do get tried… so… I guess we’ll have to…” he seemed at a loss of words.
“Share?” I filled in the blank.
“Yeah… if that’s okay with you…”
“I really don’t mind. Really. I don’t.” I was being completely honest with him. I didn’t mind the least.
“I-I’m gonna try and sleep okay? Sorry about all this… truly I am.” He crawled under the comforter and laid his head on a pillow beside me.
“Don’t sweat it. Night Frankie.” I slid my hand down his cheek, causing him to cringe. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah… I’m just a little sore…” a tear rolled down his pale pinkish skin.
“I’m sorry… anyways… good night.” I apologized, not knowing how much pain I was causing him.
“Good night Gerard. Get some sleep okay?” I wondered how he could be so concerned about my well being even while in this state.
“I promise I will.”
He closed his eyes, and his breathing became even and steady. His black hair floated across his face, covering one of his eyes, as he drifted into a deep, deep sleep. It was good to see him get some rest, something I think that he really needed right now. I could see more of his tattoos now, especially the ones on his left arm. He had Mary with roses across his entire lower arm, and a chainsaw near his bicep. On his other wrist, were words circling that said, “I wish I were a ghost” in red letters. I watched his chest rise and fall, over and over again, and that’s when I decided that I should take his advice and get some rest. I slipped under the covers with him, discarding my hoodie, dropping it to the floor beside me. I rested my head beside his on the fluffy down pillow, and kissed his neck one last time, before falling asleep, hugging my angel.
The next morning, or later I should say, I was awoken to the sun shining in my face. I glanced at the alarm clock, it blinking the time 8:46 a.m. Frankie was still fast asleep beside me, his head only inches from mine. He rolled over closer to me, his arm draping across my torso. His body was warm and pleasant, his skin soft to the touch. I smiled, seeing him like this. This is how it was supposed to be.
Then I realized I had a pair of eyes staring up at me. “Gerard… I never realized your eyes were such a cool color.” He smiled.
“Well good morning to you too.” I reflected his smile. “And thanks. Everyone usually says I look like a freak cause yellow is kinda like vampire eyes.”
“No… I think it’s pretty awesome.” He took his hand and brushed my hair from my eyes.
“Now… do you mind telling me why you needed me to come?” I asked softly.
“I-I… I have problems Gee…” he started slowly. “My family ain’t the best in terms of support ya know?”
“Go on…”
“My dad… he’s… abusive. Extremely. He gets drunk with his so-called friends and goes to… strip joints and clubs… and well he rapes girls. If he cant find a decent victim… he’ll come home… in a really awful mood. Then… usually I’m home, so he’ll-”
“You don’t need to say anything anymore.” I pressed my index finger to his pale pink lips, cutting off his sentence. I knew that his dad raped him. It was obvious really. Cold tears flowed freely down his face, falling onto his t-shirt.
“T-thanks Gee…” he smiled slightly at me.
“It’s okay Frankie. I’ll protect you. Even if it costs me my life.”
“B-but… how? He’s…”
“I know he’s your dad, but no one should have to experience that pain okay?”
“O-okay…” he stuttered.
I hugged him tightly, him burying his face into my neck. I kissed his head, and I felt him smile. He then sat back and looked at me, before falling back into the creamy white pillow. He took my hand and dragged me back down with him and I let out a small giggle. He smiled again, bringing me closer to his chest. Our lips touched for a second again, but only long enough so that he left me wanting more of him. Damn it Frankie.
Frank Iero’s Point of View
I felt so bad that I made Gerard come over here at almost two in the morning. He looked really tired and I could see it in his eyes. Now, there was the most adorable little pout on his lips, which made me want to giggle. I knew I left him hanging for a kiss, but teasing him was fun. I did owe him something though, as he did listen to me and comfort me. I stroked his smooth skin with my fingers, it being cold and almost icy. I moved in closer, and pressed my lips to his slowly and gently. He ran his slender fingers through my hair, working against my lips, trying not to hurt me. I could say that I was feeling better than I was yesterday, but I was yet to try and walk. My muscles no longer ached, but I could still feel a burning pain inside me. That was quickly replaced by the feeling of Gerard’s tongue inside my mouth, searching every crevice, running back and forth over my teeth. I let him be dominant because really, I was enjoying this too much to want to fight back. Just before he completely released me, he played with my lip ring with his teeth, sucking on it after. I giggled in between gasping for air, smiling at him.
Once again, Gerard managed to get me hard, without my noticing. “You’re pitching a tent Frankie.” He smirked at me.
“Oh shut up… and you aren’t?” I retorted.
He blushed, “Fine, you win.”
I laughed and said, “Then that makes the two of us I guess.” I stared into his eyes for a minute and got completely lost before saying, “I didn’t know you were such a fucking good kisser Gerard.”
“Well… um… I’m not that great.” He sounded nervous.
“H-have you ever kissed a girl before even?” I asked him gently, trying to take the pressure off.
“Actually… no…” He turned away, trying to avoid my eyes.
“It’s okay Gerard. There’s nothing to be ashamed of… I mean… your first kiss is supposed to be memorable isn’t it?” I smiled.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right Frankie.” He said, sitting up again. “Now… how are we gonna explain to your parents why I’m here?”
“Oh… them. Um… I really don’t know.”
“I guess I can just climb out the window and leave…” he suggested.
“No Gee, don’t leave! Please! My mom is going to a conference today and my dad is gonna be h-home with me… please…?” I begged. I wasn’t up for another round tonight.
“B-but Frankie… what about my parents… and Mikey… what are they gonna think when I’m missing this early?” He tried reasoning with me.
“You’re right… I’m just being selfish… go… it’s okay.”
“No… you’re coming with me today. I can’t leave you here. It’s not safe.” He said calmly. “Go get dressed. I’ll wait for you.” He slipped on his hoodie and was searching the floor for his shoes.
“O-okay…” I got up, or tried at least. “Ahh fuck. Shit…” I groaned as soon as I got to my feet.
I fell backwards quickly, suddenly feeling weak. Gerard caught me as I fell, and stroked my head once again. “Frankie… take it easy.”
“My clothes are just hanging behind the door… I can get them.” I said, trying to get up again, but not before Gee stopped me.
“No. Let me.”
He got my clothes for me, and I dressed quickly still sitting on the bed. He laughed at me when my shirt got caught over my head and my bare stomach was exposed. I found it kinda embarrassing actually, seeing as I did have several scars across my chest. I tried not to show it, but I was pretty sure Gerard could see right through my act. I put on my black jacket, which was on the floor below me, and I looked at Gerard, who already opened the window. I slung on my messenger bag and attempted to follow him out. I tried as hard as I could not to think about the pain, I took Gerard’s hand and began to scale down the tree. I just focused on Gerard, and the pain didn’t seem to be there anymore.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, we got to the bottom, and I limped my way over to his car. I took a seat in the front, where I did the previous day, and he got into the driver’s seat, turning on the engine. I relaxed and let out a sigh, which caused Gerard to look at me with concern. I told him it was nothing, and then he said he’d take me out for some coffee. After all, it was only 9:30 a.m.
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Hey everyone ^^
Summer is here finally!!! I worked on this chapter all week, despite being kinda busy and shit. Expect a lot of updates soon. (:
Ratings and reviews are welcomed warmly s2
~Rayy
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