I'll Sleep In Your Arms Forever (Frerard) - The Black Parade

Slashable · 05-27-2008, 06:49 AM

Rating: 15+
Main Characters: Gerard/Frank
Summary: Sometimes life’s just not worth it anymore, that doesn’t mean your last hours can’t be fun. (A different kind of suicide.)
This was written after hearing Regina Spektor’s Carbon Monoxide. You should listen to it, it’s a beautiful song.

Chapter Index
Part One - page 1
Part Two - page 1
Part Three - page 1
Part Four - page 2
Part Five - page 3
Part Six - page 4

I’ll Sleep In Your Arms Forever

Part One

He walked to school, as every day. Stuck between two worlds, he wanted to be in bed, asleep… dreaming… but he couldn’t. He’d given up sleep. He couldn’t bare waking up and being let down by the world around him once again. His feet took him further, took him to the shit hole people believed you learned how to grow up, how to life… but the truth was, he didn’t know if he still wanted to life, if he still wanted to grow up.

He reached the place he loathes so much, the place that made every day even worse. People around him with smiles, ignoring him. He didn’t mind they ignored him, he minded the smiles that ignored him. The happy moments.

He sat down, getting a cig out of his inside pocket and lighting it. He stared at the flame a little while, before lighting the end of his cigarette and inhaling. The flame reflected his thoughts. The dangerous flames… what would it be like to feel the warmth, the burning painful flames dancing over your skin? Making pale skin turn black… making senses go numb. What would it be like to burn? Until there was nothing left to burn.

He put the lighter away. The thought he couldn’t simply put away though. He buried his head in his hands, that it’d ever come to this… even thinking this was scaring him.

A hand on his shoulder made him look up.

“You okay?” A soothing voice asked as someone sat down next to him. He just nodded. The person gave a soft laugh. It was as if he was trying to unload some tension, but there wasn’t any. “You know, I’ve been thinking the same thing.” The person went on.

“How do you know?” He asked, intrigued all of a sudden.

“The look in your eyes… you look at everything as if it’s the last time, as if you know tomorrow, you’re blind… the flame for instance. I’ve noticed the welcoming warmth of the fire.” He replied. “By the way, I’m Gerard.” He held out his hand.

“Frank,” they shook hands. At that moment the bell rang, but Gerard didn’t look up, he kept staring at Frank. “Tell me about the flames.” Frank said.

“Oh, it’s not just the flames… it’s the water… and the rope I even tied around my neck once. It’s the knife in the kitchen draw, the pills hidden in my closet. It’s becoming part of life. Death, that is.” Gerard told him.

“Why? Why do you…”

Gerard sat back a little, looking up at the sky, thinking of the right answer to give. People around us where all gathering to get to their classes.

“I don’t even remember when it started, I don’t have a story to tell you. I tried everything to get away from it, and I succeeded. But the feelings linger… my heart aches, trying to heal. My head hurts, whenever I start to think.” He sighed, than turns to me, “what about you?”

“I never feel happy, every day is becoming part of this endless drag… I gave up sleeping… there’s no-one that can life without sleeping…” He replied.

“We better get to our classes, else we’re going to be late.” Gerard stood up all of a sudden and held out his hand to get him up as well. Frank smoked the last bit of his cigarette and threw the rest on the ground. “The point of leaving this world, is to become invisible before you go.” And he disappeared into the crowd. Frank tried to follow him, wanting to ask him many questions. He’d never felt like someone out there understood what he meant. And all of a sudden Gerard turned up, becoming visible only to him, but gone he was now.

What had Gerard meant anyway. To become invisible before you go… he clearly didn’t want to be late in class for that very reason. He didn’t want the attention… he was dark as his background.

Frank all of a sudden felt the urge to hurry, he didn’t want to be late!

Class went by, he didn’t listen to any word that had been said. There were no questions for him to answer anyway, he was invisible.

Class followed class, Frank didn’t see Gerard for the rest of the day. Which wasn’t that awkward of course, Gerard wasn’t someone you could just ‘see’. He had to come to you to be noticed. Why had he come to Frank?

Frank stood outside, smoking. For some reason he didn’t start his way home like all the other kids around him. He leaned against the wall, the sun was already low… a long day had passed, almost. He threw the end of the cigarette away when it was finished. He looked around, probably finding something else to do, something else to focus on… he didn’t want to walk home, something stopped him.

All of a sudden he felt a hand on his cheek, he looked up, into hazel eyes.

“Why are you still here?” Gerard asked. He didn’t have a responds, all of a sudden he felt so self-conscious. He just stared back, and suddenly felt the question burn, what if he leaned in? Stood on his toes… and closed the distance. He hardly knew Gerard, but at the same time there wasn’t a person in the world he understood better. He had obviously already started to increase the distance. Gerard than pushed him back gently, smiling a bit. “Don’t let my plan fail now babe.” He said mockingly, “come with me.”

“Plan?” Frank asked, as Gerard took his hand and started to pull him through the stream of people that was still exiting the school. “What plan?” He asked again as they were now walking quietly. Frank didn’t know where to, but it didn’t matter. Whatever place they went to, as long as it was on earth, as long as he needed breath to keep holding on, it wouldn’t change a thing. It would still be the same rotten god damn thing.

“Kissing in front of the school building isn’t what I’d call keeping yourself unnoticed and unseen.” He explained.

“Sorry,” Frank replied, looking at the ground, “I don’t know what got over me.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” Gerard told him.

“Are you serious about the invisible stuff? Are you really planning on… disappearing?” Frank asked, he sounded bitter. It wasn’t the kind of I-pity-you bitter, it was more like the do-you-have-to-leave kind of bitter. He didn’t know Gerard and still he didn’t want him gone.

“Yes,” Gerard replied, “gosh, why am I even telling you, I don’t know why I went over to you in the first place. I guess it was because I knew you were thinking about the same things. I don’t know how far you ever… went. I don’t know what plans you have made, but I’ve made them all. There’s nothing left that can prove me different, and that’s not a bad thing. I’m not sad about it.”

Frank didn’t know what to respond, everything Gerard was saying made so much sense, he didn’t even want to tell him different, because he didn’t believe in it himself any longer.

“When?” He asked.

“I think…” Gerard looked up to the sky for a bit, the sun was setting in amazing orange colors, purple and bluish clouds. “Tonight seems good.”

“How can you tell?” Frank asked.

“It just feels right.”

“It does.” Frank had to agree, Gerard looked at him, probably trying to make out what he was saying. “So, how… err… how-?”

“I always wanted to feel the life slip away, there’s something so exiting about that… but I guess that’d leave to big a mess and I don’t want to be a hassle to whoever finds me dead. Although, it could take years before someone notices I’m gone. By that time I’m just a smelly piece of jucky stuff.” He actually laughed at the thought, “but anyway, to come back to your question… I don’t know yet. I think I’ll decide when the sun starts to rise again.”

“Sunrise?”

“Yes, there’s something so pure about that… a new start of the day, it always seems so optimistic. It tries to welcome you, to lure you into going at it another twenty-four hours. But this time I’m just going to look it in the eyes and say I’ve had it… and I’ll watch the sunrise and go.”

Frank bit his lower lip hard as he felt the back of his eyes water. Gerard talked about it so openly, he didn’t seem sad or scared at all. Frank felt how he was trembling, he was very afraid of death, afraid of whatever came after that last breath, or perhaps didn’t come. Maybe that was even more frightening, what if there was nothing… what if you really literally disappeared?

“I’m sorry,” Gerard suddenly said, making Frank jump slightly as he was lost in thoughts.

“What for?” Frank asked.

“For telling you all this, it must be freaky to hear.”

“No, that’s not it… I just…” he stopped in mid-sentence, than suddenly felt tears started to stream down his face before he could stop them. Hot streams of salt water. Gerard gathered him in his arms and Frank took hold of his shirt, crying into his chest. “I just…” he tried again, but nothing got out. Nothing with meaning. He tried again after he had calmed down a bit, “You speak my thoughts… everything you say makes so much sense. It’s scaring me…”

“Why is it scaring you?” Gerard asked, his voice was so soft.

“Is there no other way…?”

“I wouldn’t say that, there’s always another way. Just not a path I want to take, but that doesn’t mean that’s the case for both of us.”

“It is.” Frank replied, crying again. “It is. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared,” Gerard spoke softly, almost whispering. “In the end death isn’t an option after all, it’s a road we all have to take. In some countries death is almost a greater part of life than life itself is.” Gerard said, “people tell you it’s bad to die, it’s bad to feel pain… but what they tell you isn’t always fact.”

“How do you see death?” Frank asked, he was still holding Gerard’s shirt, still crying.

“Something interesting, a book I’ve wanted to start reading for ages but just didn’t get the change to. Maybe something sweet… a little victory. You overcome everything else… it’s almost become an obsession.”

“I want to see death as you do.” Frank replied.

“Just imagine, everything slowly fading and knowing it’s never going to return. Would you mind?”

“No…” he started crying again. “I want it to be never again… I want to sleep forever. But I… I don’t want to be alone.” Gerard looked down at him, into his eyes.

“I know this probably sounds awkward, but you can join me tonight and we can go together.”

Frank looked into Gerard’s hazel eyes, they seemed so caring, so honest. And all of a sudden Frank knew that he wanted nothing more than what Gerard was offering him, an escape. But not just an escape, an intriguing and immense freedom. Nothing left to worry about when you open your eyes.

“Okay,” Frank actually smiled and meant it. “Okay.” He said again, smiling brighter as he realized what that single word had meant. Gerard smiled in return (his eyes twinkled wonderfully). He took Frank’s hand, entwining their fingers, and they started walking again.

More to come...

MCR_Jerk · 05-27-2008, 01:13 PM

Yayy :D
You posted it!
This is SOO amazing :D
Love it sooooo much.

living~dead · 05-27-2008, 02:48 PM

wow this is really cool can't wait 4 the rest!

Slashable · 05-27-2008, 03:09 PM

Part Two, there's more after this.

“What’s your favourite colour?” Frank asked after it’d been silent for some time.

“Depends…” he answers, “right now, it’s red.”

“Why red?”

“Red’s just such a strong colour. It’s pretty and dangerous.”

“Oew, you like kinky stuff?” Frank joked, Gerard laughed, than nodded innocently.

“What’s your favourite colour?” Gerard than asked him.

“Purple,” Frank replied. “It’s soft and blends into the background quickly, but at the same time it’s very powerful.”

“Purple is good,” Gerard agreed. “Ah, this is my place.” He said as they reached a door, it was in very bad shape. The once dark green paint was pealing off and the wood didn’t look very strong either. Gerard took out a key from his pocket and opened the door. “We have to go up three stairs, I life all the way on the third floor. Many of these apartments have been empty for as long as I’ve lived here, which is almost three years now. But I don’t mind there’s so little people around, at least you don’t bump into them all the time.”

They went upstairs, to a small apartment on the third floor. While walking the squeaking wooden stairs that were about to fall down, Frank wondered if things would’ve been different if Gerard had been living in a huge villa. If Gerard had had enough money to buy ten houses spread over Europe.

The view was quite pretty from this small apartment though. If you forgot the awful town they had to look upon, the sky was huge and pretty above it. And it looked as if the little street lighting wasn’t going to overcome the moon and make the stars to weak to see. Frank looked at the sky, at the colours the sun had left them with.

“Now look down.” Gerard was close, very close all of a sudden. Whispering into his ear softly, than laughing, hot breath in his neck, making a shiver run down his spine. He looked down at the street, far below. Deserted. “Tell me what do you see?”

“I don’t have to tell you what I see, for you see the exact same.” Frank replied, staring at the brick ground far bellow. Gerard nodded.

“I’ve been up there,” he pointed upwards, “I climbed to the roof of this building. It’s five floors in total. I stood on that roof.”

“What happened?” Frank asked.

“It didn’t feel right, so I came back down.” Gerard said, “besides, it’s not right. I have no idea who walks through that street, what if a little girl finds me? That’d be traumatizing probably, didn’t want to have that happening.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” Frank smiled.

“Yeah!” Gerard replied, almost happily, “you want some ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” Frank spoke after him, making sure if he’d heard him right. Gerard nodded. “I guess.”

“Come on! A bit more enthusiasm! It’s the last ice cream we’re going to have! Ever!” Gerard started to bounce to the kitchen, if one didn’t know what was going on, one would believe him to be quite okay. Not at all suicidal. Frank walked after him, Gerard kept surprising him. He could be serious, but at the same time make everything sound so mellow, so basic, so beautiful that it didn’t even matter how afraid Frank had been before. “I got…” he opened the fridge. “A lot!” Frank looked at the different kinds of ice cream. There were like twenty different ones. “We can have them all if you want! Why not? The calories…” he rolled his eyes.

“Why the hell do you have all this ice cream in here?!” Frank asked surprised.

“Oh, a joke I think. For the police people.” Gerard replied. “Wouldn’t it be funny to find a fridge full of unexplainable ice cream? I also wanted to hang all my underwear on the walls. But I’ll spare you. I have put everything upside down in the bathroom, like calendars, posters and soap stuff and all that kind of crap.”

“They’re going to think you’ve gone mental!” Frank laughed.

“I have!” Gerard replied seriously. “No really! I wrote like ten thousands of lyrics… on the ceiling!”

“Where?” Frank asked, looking up.

“No, bedroom.” Gerard pointed around the corner. Frank went to where Gerard had mentioned. The room was pretty basic, natural colours on the walls, cheap furniture, but the entire ceiling was covered with words and sentences.

Frank just stared, reading some lines and words that caught his attention: ‘We’ll laugh as we die. And we’ll celebrate the end of things.’ was written in red ink. ‘We could be perfect one last night’ was written next to it, this was written in green. Gerard stood next to him all of a sudden, looking up at the words as well.

“Some of them I thought about, some of them just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and I just had to write them down. The ceiling is the perfect place to write things you want to notice, but not have to see the entire time.”

“Most of them are about death,” Frank said.

“Yes,” Gerard replied, “I told you it had become sort of an obsession.”

“So, aren’t you scared at all?” Frank asked.

“No, not really.” Gerard replied, “I don’t really have anything to lose, have I?” Frank shrugged. “At first I thought that was scary. I didn’t have anything to lose, so how long was it going to take for me to climb the stairs to the roof and look down. I was very afraid that in time I wouldn’t care enough about life anymore. But now that the time’s here I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Won’t it hurt?” Frank asked. Gerard gave him a little smile than pecked a small kiss on his cheek.

“We’ll have to find out, but it can’t hurt more than life.” Suddenly he sounded bitter, finally Frank saw sadness in his eyes. And he knew that Gerard knew what he was doing, better said: what he was going to do. And Frank knew that he wanted the same.

They ate ice cream, threw it at each other was probably the better term. Gerard laughed as Frank had hit him with a large ball of vanilla ice. He took some banana ice cream and quickly threw it back, hitting Frank on his head. Frank licked some of the ice of off his face, than jumped forward to pounce on top of Gerard and started to lick the vanilla ice cream from Gerard’s cheek, who laughed.

“Nice,” Frank said, licking his lips.

After they’d washed all the ice cream of off their faces and out of their hair they sat down on the couch. Suddenly reality hit in again and Frank felt his stomach turn.

“You’re probably wondering why leave this all behind.” Gerard said, seeing the change of mood. Frank nodded. “There’s clearly something nice about this place, but for me the only reason I can act this way is to know that things will get better… how stupid this might sound. The only reason I am happy with live right now is because I know it’ll be over tonight.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid, I know exactly what you mean…” Frank replied. The sun had set, the sky was still orange though, but slowly the colours fade away, leaving a black sky.

Frank stood up and walked to the rack full of CDs. Gerard had a lot, all different kinds of music. Many albums Frank knew, he had his fair share of CDs in his room as well. He started to get some CDs out and look at them. He finally chose a CD from The Beatles and put it on. All this time Gerard was just looking at him, silently observing it seemed. Frank sat down on the couch next to him, turning to face Gerard who stared back.

Like earlier that day Frank felt how all his senses took over, preventing him from thinking about what he was about to do. He moved closer again, feeling the urge to close all the distance between them rise more and more. He didn’t know how far he could go, but he didn’t care. Gerard placed a hand at the back of Frank’s neck and also moved closer now.

Their lips touched and Frank felt a shiver run down his spine feeling how gentle Gerard was, how soft his lips. Frank tilted his head a little, opening his mouth when Gerard’s tongue licked his bottom lip. Their tongues caressed and Frank moved even closer, deepening the kiss. Gerard’s arms were around him, holding him. Frank had his eyes closed, wanting to feel everything, every moment. He moaned softly as Gerard gently bit his lower lip. He felt how Gerard grinned, before leaning in again.

The kiss finally broke and Frank opened his eyes to look at Gerard, he knew his cheeks had reddened but somehow he didn’t care. Reputation didn’t matter anymore. Not when you had less than twelve hours of life left. Nothing had consequences. He smiled a little, looking at Gerard.

living~dead · 05-27-2008, 06:10 PM

wow o.O
Thats all i can say

MCR_Jerk · 05-28-2008, 10:21 AM

post part 3!!
It's amazing :D
I love it

Slashable · 05-28-2008, 10:42 AM

Thanks for the comments! Here's the next part! There's still more to come.

They sat together for some time, Gerard holding Frank in his arms. Time seemed not to exist as they lay there. That was probably because time didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t have anything to be on time for, he didn’t have any responsibilities, he didn’t need to watch something on television he couldn’t miss, he didn’t need to know if it was late, if he had to go to bed. There was nothing left to do, except watching the sunrise.

“Feels weird right?” Gerard asked after some time. Frank looked up at him. “I don’t even see a tomorrow. It’s as if my mind has already tuned in to not being here anymore tomorrow.” Frank nodded.

“It’s weird.”

“You are sure about this, right?” Gerard looked into his eyes deeply.

“Very sure.” Frank replied, looking straight back. Gerard gave him a soft smile and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I realize now that this is what I’ve wanted for months… years maybe, who knows… but I couldn’t find the courage.” Gerard was the one that was going to bring him salvation… sweet, sweet freedom.

“Voices kept on telling me how useless life was, how useless I was. Guess I have some purpose in life after all.” He said.

“Voices?” Frank asked.

“Before I decided it had to come to an end, these voices kept on telling me how fake love was, what a waste breathing was.” Gerard replied, his voice was bitter, “I was literally going crazy…”

“Do you really believe love is a waste?” Frank asked. Gerard looked the other way, avoiding his gaze. He seemed to think about this.

“No, not if you believe love to be… perfect. To be real.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love’s not always forever, love’s not always true. But as long as you believe it to be, it’s all right. It can be the best thing in the world. But it can be over in the blink of an eye.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t love, love’s not a waste.”

“I think love is a lie.” Gerard replied, “a beautiful lie perhaps, but a lie nonetheless. Isn’t it a comforting thought to think that somewhere out there is meant to be yours? To know that there’s one person you can tell everything… to share everything with? It’s to give people something to hold on to when they’re down. But love’s treacherous, it’ll stab you in the back.”

“You speak as if you’ve known love.” Frank replied, after everything Gerard had told him there didn’t seem to be anything he couldn’t say.

“She was beautiful…” Gerard whispered, “I thought I’d found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I could see it happening. I could see myself in forty years with her, a few kids, a big house.” He laughed a little, “ironic.”

“What happened?” Frank asked.

“She found someone else to spend the rest of her life with. Don’t get me wrong, she cried and cried for weeks before finally making the decision. She felt very guilty for breaking up with me, she was a good person. Doesn’t change the fact I was left behind alone of course.” Gerard replied.

“She’s stupid for leaving you.” Frank said.

“I agree!” Gerard joked, looking very full of himself. “Wait, what do you mean?” He looked at Frank serious all of a sudden.

“You’re… interesting.” Frank said.

“Interesting?” Gerard asked. Frank nodded. “Thanks?” Frank laughed. “So, you ever had any luck in love?”

“No,” Frank said, “I had one date in my entire life, and that was when I was twelve and it was nothing serious.” He laughed at the memories. After that it became silent again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was very pleasant. Usually silence meant being alone, tonight they wouldn’t be alone, they’d be together forever.

“Tell me a story.” Gerard said. “Anything, doesn’t matter, as long as it’s to do with you.” Frank thought about this for some time, then remembered a day a couple of years ago. At the moment it wasn’t particularly a nice day, but looking back on it now it could be quite funny to tell.

“I had a huge fight with my foster parents at the time.” Frank said, “I don’t even know what the fight was about anymore, we had a lot, I can’t remember everything of course. Anyway, I decided to run away, I was eleven or twelve I think. I was determined to running away and never coming back, I took my suitcase and filled it up with all the food I could find in the kitchen and liked. Than I took all my comic books and fit them in. By this time the suitcase was already stacked of course. I took some clothes and managed to fit some in. Than I remembered there was a show on that night that I wanted to see, so I decided to bring my television as well…” He laughed at the memory, “well of course I fell down the stairs, waking everybody up, a television next to me – luckily not broken – covered in clothes, comics and food… That’s probably the lamest attend on walking away I ever had.” Gerard laughed, probably at some mental image he was having.

“You lived with foster parents?” Gerard asked than.

“Yeah, I moved places a lot, but I live on my own now.” Frank replied. “Well, lived… or… live? I dunno. Let’s not talk about foster parents though, they annoy me.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Gerard asked.

“I don’t know.” Frank replied, he stood up and walked to the window. The sky was dark out, stars were showing as was the washing moon. Frank sat down in the windowsill and looked out. “This has got to be the best view in whole New Jersey.” He said. Gerard stood next to him, also looking out of the window.

“It probably is.” Gerard agreed. “You know, this window hasn’t been open since… well, since I climbed on the ceiling.” Gerard walked to the kitchen and took out a key. He walked back to the window and unlocked it. The moment the windows opened a warm breeze started to surround them.

Frank looked at all the other houses surrounding them. He wondered what all those people were doing, most of them were probably sleeping. But all of those people that weren’t sleeping… maybe they were reading some interesting book, maybe they were studying… maybe they were talking on the phone to people in other houses that also weren’t sleeping. Non of them were probably as interesting as they were… Frank leaned against Gerard, the both of them still looking outside, breathing in the fresh air. Gerard had laid the key he’d used to open the window down on the windowsill, there were actually two keys.

“Where’s the other one for?” Frank asked.

Gerard walked to the closet, next to his bed. He took out the key and opened the doors. The closet was stacked with stuff, books, papers, trash, more papers, more books. Frank wondered what they were. Gerard started to take some out and stack them next to him. “The key’s just to keep my illegal weapons safe.” He said, Frank looked surprised, than realized Gerard was actually talking about a small jar of pills, hidden between the papers. Frank didn’t need to ask what they were for, probably sleeping pills.

He walked over to Gerard and bend down to take the papers Gerard had laid aside. He took one of them and turned it around. A beautiful drawing was revealed. A drawing of a lady, a beautiful girl. She was smiling, her eyes were twinkling. Her skin was flawless, her hair was long and dark.

“That’s her.” Gerard said, he sounded a bit sad, but smiled nonetheless. “I drew that before we were together.”

“You drew this?!” Frank yelled out.

“Yeah.” Gerard replied.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Gerard said. Frank took the next piece of paper and turned it around. It was a cartoon, a young boy with short black hair sticking out in every way. His eyes were red, his lashes dark. He had a grin on his pale face, striking a pose in mid-air.

“You’re amazing.” Frank said, staring at the drawing in disbelieve. “It’s so perfectly drawn.” He turned the next paper, it was the girl again. This time she sat in the windowsill staring outside. The windowsill Frank had been only minutes before. He looked up at the living room, at the window. The window this girl had been staring out at as well. In the drawing she wore a shirt way to big – seeing as her hair was messy she probably just woke up, her legs were pulled up against her chest. Her arms elegantly falling next to her delicate body. Her hair was shortened at the back, sticking out in every direction, painted a reddish colour. She looked amazing.

“She used to think a lot, the moments when she was thinking I’d sit down and start drawing her. That’s when she wouldn’t notice I was drawing her, she never liked it when I drew her. That’s why I drew her secretly. I have tons of these kind of drawings of her.” Gerard said.

“Could you draw me?” Frank asked.

“I haven’t drawn in weeks…” Gerard replied.

“Doesn’t matter,” Frank said, “please, can you draw me?”

“I’d love to.” Gerard grinned all of a sudden, stood up and walked to another closet. He got out pencils and a piece of paper and sat down on the ground again.

“Where do you want me?” Frank asked.

“Anywhere’s fine, you’re beautiful wherever you are.” Gerard smiled and winked playfully.

“Aw, shut up.” Frank said, scratching the back of his neck, staring at the ground. He stood up and walked over to the bed. He sat down against the back wall, pulling his legs up. He looked at Gerard questionably.

“Perfect.” Gerard said, he turned to the piece of paper and started to draw. Frank listened to the sound of pencil on paper, and slowly started to drift off in thoughts. Gerard was the best thing that ever happened to him, he was sure of it. Gerard continued drawing, he looked cute. Biting his tongue in concentration. He looked at Frank, over and over again, taking everything in. Capturing it on the paper.

After a while Frank’s eyes started to get heavy, the sound of the pencil colouring the paper made him weary. Before too long he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes entirely. He didn’t realize how sleepy he was, thinking about Gerard, about memories from the past. Slowly he was lost completely, dreaming. Asleep.

UrBeautiful2MehxxMCR · 05-28-2008, 11:19 AM

NOOO.
Boys don't kill youselves! YOU ARE NOT WORTHLESS.

do*OR*die · 05-28-2008, 11:32 AM

Wow, I just read those parts, this is incredible.

xXFazXx · 05-28-2008, 08:43 PM

this made me cry and they havn't even done anything yet
i dont want them to die but i do want to know how they are gonig to do it and if they will go along with it.
i will be sad if they do but i will be happy for them to cause they will be at peace and thats what they want,i just wish i could go with them the way there putting things is amazing.
you make the best stories i have read in a long time...i mean it
please update soon i will love you forever hehe
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