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Writing on the Walls
The weekend passed more quickly than what Frank would've liked. Through trying to get Gerard to talk more, getting him to like the taste of coffee, and trying to find out where he came from or what he was, Frank must have lost track of time. Before he knew it, it was Monday morning, and the realization of what he was going to do with Gerard had finally sunk in.
Frank stared at the creature as he slipped his bag onto his shoulder. He curled his fingers against the strap, biting down on his lip. "Will you be okay here… by yourself?"
The black-head scrunched up his nose and spun on his heel, going over to Frank's bed. He patted it before carefully sitting down. He looked over at him.
"I'm taking that as a yes, then." Frank nodded once before turning around and going over to his door. "I'll see you after school, Gerard."
And with that, the winged creature was alone. He fluttered his wings, thinking for a second that the other would come back in the room.
The brunette tried to keep his gaze down on the textbook before him. But he found it difficult, because of the questions being thrown at him by his friends, Bob Bryar, Ray Toro, and Mikey Way.
"Why couldn't you meet up with us?" Ray asked, furrowing his brow.
"I was talking to you, and it sounded like you got jumped or something," Bob added with a nod.
Frank let out a sigh along with a shake of his head. "Guys, can you stop bothering me about that? I need to do this homework." He lowered his head back to the textbook.
Bob leaned across the lunch table, causing the still silent Mikey to cringe back. The blonde looked at the book Frank was trying to be absorbed in. "Dude that was assigned Friday. How come you haven't done it yet?"
With that question, Gerard popped up in Frank's mind. He wondered how he was doing.
"I was busy this weekend."
Bob snorted and leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, busy." The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Bob and Ray stood up and exited the room without any other word.
Frank shook his head and snapped the book shut.
"What's going on?"
Frank furrowed his eyebrows and turned his head, seeing Mikey watching him with careful eyes. He always liked Mikey the best. He shrugged, standing up from the table. "It's a long story, Mikes. I'd rather not explain."
Mikey stood up after him. "I have time."
Frank held the book to his chest, looking down. Mikey stood beside him, starting to match their steps. "The clock says otherwise, Mikey," he said, gliding through the halls, hearing names being shouted at them. Frank fought back the urge to run.
Mikey shrugged when they reached the other's locker. He leaned against the neighboring ones as the darker-haired dialed his combination before digging into the locker. "You know what I mean." Frank shook his head and grabbed his English book. He closed the locker before turning his head to look at Mikey.
"Actually, I don't." He begun to walk down the hall again, Mikey following close behind. He lightly touched Frank's shoulder.
"I'm here for you, Frank."
The shorter looked down, smiling slightly. "I know, Mikey."
It was just a wild guess, but Frank figured that Gerard missed him when he was at school.
When he opened up his bedroom door, he was met with the black-haired, his wings flapping frantically. Frank instantly smiled, reaching out his hands, putting them on the other's still bare chest. "Yeah, I'm home, now, calm down. Mom's home…"
Gerard's eyes widened, and he folded his wings up a bit. He took a few steps back, giving Frank the room to walk in. The shorter went deeper into the room, eyes soon widening.
"What the hell, Gerard?"
The wall opposite them was covered in words, phrases. It looked like they were written in some type of charcoal. Frank stepped closer to the wall, noticing that his name was on the wall a few times. He also saw 'I'm alone', 'I don't belong here', and 'I'm scared' multiple times.
Frank shook his head, lips parted in disbelief and amazement. "Why did you do this?"
Gerard stared at him before walking past him, the edge of his wing brushing against his arm. Frank began to raise up his hand to touch the spot where the feathers had been, but shook his head slowly. He lowered his hand.
The other stood by Frank's bed, staring at him. He soon turned his head and extended an arm, pointing at a sentence that was directly above his bed.
'I missed you.'
The weekend passed more quickly than what Frank would've liked. Through trying to get Gerard to talk more, getting him to like the taste of coffee, and trying to find out where he came from or what he was, Frank must have lost track of time. Before he knew it, it was Monday morning, and the realization of what he was going to do with Gerard had finally sunk in.
Frank stared at the creature as he slipped his bag onto his shoulder. He curled his fingers against the strap, biting down on his lip. "Will you be okay here… by yourself?"
The black-head scrunched up his nose and spun on his heel, going over to Frank's bed. He patted it before carefully sitting down. He looked over at him.
"I'm taking that as a yes, then." Frank nodded once before turning around and going over to his door. "I'll see you after school, Gerard."
And with that, the winged creature was alone. He fluttered his wings, thinking for a second that the other would come back in the room.
The brunette tried to keep his gaze down on the textbook before him. But he found it difficult, because of the questions being thrown at him by his friends, Bob Bryar, Ray Toro, and Mikey Way.
"Why couldn't you meet up with us?" Ray asked, furrowing his brow.
"I was talking to you, and it sounded like you got jumped or something," Bob added with a nod.
Frank let out a sigh along with a shake of his head. "Guys, can you stop bothering me about that? I need to do this homework." He lowered his head back to the textbook.
Bob leaned across the lunch table, causing the still silent Mikey to cringe back. The blonde looked at the book Frank was trying to be absorbed in. "Dude that was assigned Friday. How come you haven't done it yet?"
With that question, Gerard popped up in Frank's mind. He wondered how he was doing.
"I was busy this weekend."
Bob snorted and leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, busy." The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Bob and Ray stood up and exited the room without any other word.
Frank shook his head and snapped the book shut.
"What's going on?"
Frank furrowed his eyebrows and turned his head, seeing Mikey watching him with careful eyes. He always liked Mikey the best. He shrugged, standing up from the table. "It's a long story, Mikes. I'd rather not explain."
Mikey stood up after him. "I have time."
Frank held the book to his chest, looking down. Mikey stood beside him, starting to match their steps. "The clock says otherwise, Mikey," he said, gliding through the halls, hearing names being shouted at them. Frank fought back the urge to run.
Mikey shrugged when they reached the other's locker. He leaned against the neighboring ones as the darker-haired dialed his combination before digging into the locker. "You know what I mean." Frank shook his head and grabbed his English book. He closed the locker before turning his head to look at Mikey.
"Actually, I don't." He begun to walk down the hall again, Mikey following close behind. He lightly touched Frank's shoulder.
"I'm here for you, Frank."
The shorter looked down, smiling slightly. "I know, Mikey."
It was just a wild guess, but Frank figured that Gerard missed him when he was at school.
When he opened up his bedroom door, he was met with the black-haired, his wings flapping frantically. Frank instantly smiled, reaching out his hands, putting them on the other's still bare chest. "Yeah, I'm home, now, calm down. Mom's home…"
Gerard's eyes widened, and he folded his wings up a bit. He took a few steps back, giving Frank the room to walk in. The shorter went deeper into the room, eyes soon widening.
"What the hell, Gerard?"
The wall opposite them was covered in words, phrases. It looked like they were written in some type of charcoal. Frank stepped closer to the wall, noticing that his name was on the wall a few times. He also saw 'I'm alone', 'I don't belong here', and 'I'm scared' multiple times.
Frank shook his head, lips parted in disbelief and amazement. "Why did you do this?"
Gerard stared at him before walking past him, the edge of his wing brushing against his arm. Frank began to raise up his hand to touch the spot where the feathers had been, but shook his head slowly. He lowered his hand.
The other stood by Frank's bed, staring at him. He soon turned his head and extended an arm, pointing at a sentence that was directly above his bed.
'I missed you.'
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I adore this <3