Frank P.O.V

I woke up alone, stretching in Gerard's bed. It was incredibly comfortable, and I wished that Gerard had stayed with me. He'd be braving my mother to collect my things, I couldn't be bothered with her.
I rolled out of bed, admiring myself in the mirror, for once. Gerard had changed a lot of things about me for the better. I could stand looking at myself. I was a little too skinny to be considered normal; I definitely needed to eat more.

I decided to go downstairs and wait for Gerard to get back, it wouldn't take him long. He didn't stand for her shit like I did.
I laid myself down on his couch, looking around the room. I had noticed that there were pictures of Gerard and Mikey from different eras. It was quite funny, and was no doubt one of their inside jokes.
I heard a chuckle, Mikey appeared out of nowhere. I wasn't afraid, after all I would be living in his house until Gerard grew bored of me.

"It took me hours to get him to stand still in that one, I could've killed him over and over again." He said, pointing to the oil painting that I had been admiring. He looked at it adoringly, like he was reminiscing about the day it was finished.

"I'm guessing that he was really stubborn." I said, I felt a little awkward being alone with him. I didn't know him too well.

"He's an asshole, and I'm so surprised that you've stuck with him so far. But, he does love you dude, and I've never really seen that before." He said, sitting on the couch opposite to me.

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen him come home with a guy- this is in the past- and look at me like, this is the one Mikey, and by the next month I'll go into his room and he's devoured the guy. Telling me that he was awful, that he'd made a mistake." He felt no shame in telling me this, and suddenly I felt a little nervous. I wasn't too keen on dying by the fate of his teeth, him sucking the life from my body. I shuddered, trying my hardest to shake that possibility from my mind.

"Don't worry kid, like I said. I've never seen him act the way that he does with you. It's like you're soulmates, and he's waited a long long time for you to come along." He tapped my shoulder in a friendly manner, my mind grew a at ease. I was sure that I could count on Mikey to tell me when I was nearing my end, unless he himself was the one who ended it.
As soon as he had leant back, the front door opened. Gerard sighed before entering the room, throwing the duffel bag on the floor as soon as he saw me. He smiled, brightening my dark world immediately.

"Frank was taking the piss out of our painting." Mikey lied jokingly, laughing as he spoke. Gerard pretended to be betrayed, holding out a hand to block me from his view.

"I never said anything, I was thinking that you looked really handsome." I laughed whilst trying to back my case. He rolled his eyes, perching on the arm of the couch, the side nearest to my head. He reached down, kissing my forehead. Mikey hissed.

"God, how many times do I have to tell you two?" He stood up, covering his eyes, walking from the room. Gerard chuckled, I moved up for him to slide next to me. I rested my head on his knees, he stroked my forehead.

"I hate your mother." He said simply, he felt very strongly that way. Admittedly so did I.

"Try living with her for the entirety of your life."

"I'd rather just run away, even if it meant eloping with a fat, hairy, middle-aged man." He said sarcastically, I pretended to gag.
My laugh was cheering him up from his encounter with my estranged mother. I loathed her, and I wanted to keep it that way. He stopped laughing, instead he just smiled down at me. He was staring directly into my eyes, most likely reading my thoughts. All of them had been positive since Gerard had brought me here. He made me feel safe, and I was subconsciously happy as soon as any words left his mouth.

"Do I really make you that happy?" He asked, his thumb stroking my forehead.

"You give me a reason to wake up." I said innocently.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. The cold of his touch didn't fail to send that shiver throughout my body. I closed my eyes, basking in the moment. It was precious, and was giving me so much happiness. His hand slipped under my t-shirt, stroking my chest. My skin burned more, it was the feeling you get when you hold snow for too long.
Our short, yet beautiful moment of intimacy was broken when somebody shouted.

"Don't have sex on the couch!" Mikey screamed from the kitchen, pretending to feel completely appalled by our loving behaviour. Gerard reluctantly broke away from me, licking his lips.

"Michael, I swear to God. If you don't get the fuck out I'll kill you myself!" Gerard retorted in an animalistic, growl.

"Ha, ha." He called back, slamming the door shut.
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Song Of The Chapter- Talk! by The 1975

A.N
Totally haven't just watched a four hour long documentary... Such a history nerd right here, can't help myself :) I've been feeling out over the sims 4, but I still don't understand it yet- I'm a newb, okay, I'm learning...