Soulmates (Frerard)

8: Did You Come To Stare Or Wash Away The Blood?

But I sat all by myself in a corner. I was close to having a panic attack. I mean, yes I'd been to school where there was a ton of people that I didn't know, but school was bigger. And everyone here was drunk and loud.

I didn't notice that Gerard had approached me until he started talking. "Frankie, you want a drink?" He asked loudly, trying to talk over the music. I shook my head. "You sure? I'm gonna get one." I nodded.

"I'm sure," I stated, just loud enough for him to hear. He nodded and kissed the top of my head. I blushed as he walked off. I looked over to see some guy with long, black, greasy hair and a stumble staring at me. Chills went down my spine at the sight of him.

I then turned my attention to Mikey and Pete, who were making out on the couch; Mikey sat on Pete's lap. I envied them; how could they have found 'love' with each other and I have never loved nor have been loved? Does love even exist? I'm envious of the fact that they could find love.

Ray walked over to me, stumbling. I guessed he was slightly tipsy. "Hey, where's Gerard?" He asked, crouching down to my level. I shrugged. "You don't know?" I shook my head. "Damn."

"He said he was going to get a drink," I told him, pulling my knees up to my chest and hugging them. Ray sighed and shook his head, before standing back up.

All we heard was a loud slapping noise, a grunt and then a groan and then everyone went silent. Someone quickly shut the music off.

"What the hell is going on?" Ray asked, making his way through the crowd if his friends to see what was happening. "Fuck," Ray cursed, spitting at whoever was kneeling on the ground; the crowd was in the way and I couldn't see much. "What the hell are you doing here, McCracken?" Ray snapped, kicking the guy on the ground. The guy groaned. "Get the fuck out, Bert. Leave Gerard alone."

Bert...? Gerard's ex...?

"Gerard, are you okay?" Ray asked after Bob took Bert out of the house. Gerard didn't reply. Fuck. "Hey, Gerard, you okay? Did he touch you? Did he hurt you again?" Again? What the fuck.

I saw the door open and slam... and I'm assuming Gerard ran out... Crying. He was sobbing. I stood up quickly and jogged to Ray.

"Where would he go?" I asked quickly, grabbing my bottle of water off the table and some napkins just in case he's doing what I think he's doing. "Where, Ray? Tell me!"

"The local cemetery," Ray answered, grabbing me by the arm as I tried to walk to the door. I gave Ray this look. "That's the only place I can think of he would go. He doesn't know Newark very well." I nodded quickly and took off running out the door.

I ran down the street and found some guy standing in his yard with his dog. I ran up to his fence.

"Can I help you?" He asked, walking to the fence. His dog started barking at me. "Shush, boy. Now, can I help you?" I nodded frantically. "Okay, what do you need?"

"Two things," I began, pulling out my phone and scrolling to a picture of Gerard. I showed it to him. "Did you see him go by? Sobbing, perhaps?" He nodded quickly and I pocketed my phone. "Okay, and do you know where the local cemetery is? I just moved here." He nodded and gave me the directions. "Thank you!" I said as I ran off.

As I walked down Cemetery Drive, and I approached the cemetery gates, I heard sobbing. I barged in and walked through the cemetery.

I walked to where the sobbing was coming from. And there I saw him, Gerard, drinking by the mausoleum door. His sobs were quieter now. I assumed he was calming down.

My eyes lowered to his arm, and all of the blood. There were cuts up his arm. Oh no. Not this. He said he was better. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I slowly walked over to him, just staring at him. He looked up at me, then looked at the water bottle I held in my hand.

"Did you come to stare or wash away the blood?" He asked softly, whispering, before he took a sip of his drink. I kneeled beside him and poured some water onto a napkin. He noticed that. "You came prepared," he noted, watching as I dabbed the cuts on his arm. He winced a little.

"Of course," I whispered, still cleaning the cuts. Gerard looked over at me and smiled a little. "Want to tell me what happened?" He nodded and set his drink down.

"Bert tried to touch and kiss me, so I slapped him and kneed him between his legs," Gerard explained, watching as I finished cleaning his cuts. He handed me a small knife covered in blood. "Thank you for coming after me, Frankie," he whispered, smiling sadly.

"You're welcome," I breathed, gazing into those beautiful hazel eyes. "Gerard, you have very beautiful eyes," I stated, reaching my arm out to place my hand on his cheek. I wiped away the tears that were drying.

"So do you," he whispered, eyes fixed on my lips. My breath hitched and I closed my eyes quickly and tightly, then exhaled. I opened them and smiled at Gerard before standing up. I held out my hand for him to grab.

"Come on," I said quietly, letting Gerard grab my hand and arm to haul himself to his feet. Gerard intertwined our fingers together, and we walked straight out of the cemetery.

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Gerard and I silently walked back to Ray's. There was no more music playing and it was only nine thirty. We made our way inside and ran into Pete.

"Hey Pete, where did the party go?" I asked, looking around, and not letting go of Gerard's hand. Pete shrugged and walked over to the couch. He plopped himself down next to a silently sleeping Bob.

"Home?" Pete shrugged again, taking a sip of beer. I sighed and lead Gerard back to our room. He threw himself down onto his bed as soon as the door was open.

He sat back up and saw me standing next to the bed. He pulled me down and I sat beside him. I smiled and so did he. God, he's beautiful.

"Frank, can I tell you something?" Gerard asked, whispering into my ear, which sent shivers down my spine. I nodded. He leaned in closer to my ear to whisper. "I like you. I like you a lot. I'm head over heels for you and it's not the alcohol talking. I've fallen for you and I think I'm starting to... I'm starting to fall in love with you... I think I love you, Frank Iero."

My breath hitched as he pulled away. He was blushing as he smiled at me shyly. I blushed too. He bit his lip as he waited for my response.

"Gerard, I..." I began, grabbing ahold of his hand for comfort. I breathed out shakily before continuing. "I think I'm falling... I'm falling for you. I... I think I've already fallen. I've never felt this way before and- and I... I think... I think I love you too, Gerard Way."

And before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. Oh, his lips are soft and sweet.

He instantly reciprocated and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer and it was... Fucking amazing. It was like magic, fireworks... It was nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was beautiful.

We both slowly pulled away about the same time. We both blushed. "Are you ready for bed?" He asked me, to which I nodded. He nodded as well. He laid on his bed, and whispered, "If I lay here... If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"

"I would." And I laid beside him. We held each other close as we fell asleep.

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