Frank P.O.V

He squeezed my cheek, his cold skin numbing my skin. I loved that feeling, it was my favourite. I wanted to kiss him, but I wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss me back. Personally, I could've kissed him until I died, but I didn't want to rush Gerard into anything.
He leaned in close to me, his sweet smell almost overpowering.

"Would you two please get a room?" Mikey walked in, his nose turned up. Gerard growled at him, pulling away from me.

Mikey held up his hands in mock surrender, making his way to the fridge, taking a green bottle from it. He pulled the cork out with his teeth, placing it down on the counter.
Gerard stared at him with a scowl, making sure that he left the room as soon as he had finished drinking. He turned back to me, eyes glowing with happiness and relief. We were happy to be alone, just the two of us.
He took me by the hand, leading me back to the lounge, pulling me into his chest. I half-expected to hear the absent thump of a heartbeat, then I realised that there wouldn't be one. It was long gone, his chest didn't rise and fall like mine- still it was extremely comfortable.

"You know, I really love you Frankie." He said. He was stroking my forehead, tracing the appearing lines with his soft fingers. I nuzzled my head into his chest, he chuckled happily.

"I love you too Gee."

"I've got one question for you. Would you consider dating? I know that it's a stupid question, and you don't have to answer- if you don't want to." His question was hesitant, I definitely sensed the nervousness wavering in his voice. I smiled, unsure if he saw it or not. It was the question that I had been waiting for, the one question that had any meaning to me. 
I looked up, our faces close together. He looked tense, and was still nervous due to the little pause that I had deliberately made after his question.

"It's not a stupid question. It's the best question that you've ever asked me. Of course I will."
I smiled more brightly than I had ever done before, him too. I reached up, pulling his head down to meet mine. Our lips locked, sending a cold shiver throughout my body from the ice of his skin. Euphoria washed over me, washing away every negative thought, every ounce of self-doubt. This proved his love for me, and I was ecstatic to have him show it. I finally had that somebody to love me, like I should be.
Excuse my self-absorbed outlook- but I deserved that love. His lips had that metallic, iron taste; but I didn't care, for all that I did care they tasted great.

We pulled away breathing heavily, not wanting the moment to end. But we knew that it had to, you can't kiss forever. His eyes were drenched in lust, twinkling a little from the sunlight that surrounded us both. He held me at arms length, eyes bearing deep into my mind, my soul. He was reading my emotions; I had no objections. I wanted him to know how happy he made me, how loved he made me feel. In a sense it was a sort of trophy for him. He had won my affection; fair and square.
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The time came to return to my house, even though I didn't necessarily want to. I wanted to stay with Gerard; as childish as it seemed, I wanted to stay with him forever. And ever. And ever.

He held my hand as we walked, sunglasses over his eyes just as the sun set. I rapped on the door, a little disappointedly. I didn't want to return home, to make things a hell of a lot worse, my mother would definitely make a huge fuss over nothing. Gerard had taken care of everything, and there was nothing to worry about.
She came to the door, hair nearly done like she was awaiting somebody's arrival. Her absentminded smile turned into a furrowed brow when she saw her darling son stood before her, his unholy lover's hand tightly clenched in his.

"Frankie! My baby thank God, I thought that you'd died." She was playing it cool with the drama that she was causing, trying to place two worn hands on my cheeks. I edged back, Gerard standing completely still.

"You didn't even notice that I was gone." I hissed through my teeth, angry with her for her complete incompetency to keep her struggling son safe.

"I-I-" She started, hands rushing to her own cheeks. It was as if she was trying to search for an answer in her ageing skin.

"Answer him, it's his right." Gerard said cooly, his hand twitching subtly.

"I- Daniel and I were fighting. We're going through some trouble. I'm trying to fix it Frankie, I know that it takes a negative toll on you." And along came the crocodile tears, they were racing down her face.

"You're always going through 'some' trouble Ma, it's every day, of every week, of every month. It pisses me off when I have to listen to you two shouting and screaming, then having sex. Yes, I hear that too. It's disgusting." I spat, the pent-up anger exploding from behind my lips. She looked taken aback, and for once, she shut up.
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Song Of The Chapter- Lane Boy by Twenty One Pilots

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