Abandoned -{FRERARD}-

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His hand on my chest, cuddled close to me under the blanket as we laid in bed that night.

"How's your hand, baby?"

"Hmm, it's okay."

I put my fingers through his hair as I spoke, "I have to go back to school tomorrow..."

He took a deep breath. "I don't like not seeing you when I wake up..."

"I know, Frankie. But I have to go."

"No..." He clung to me.

"But tonight, it's just you and I."

"And Donna. She's coming back tonight."

"You're right. But for now, it's just you and I."

"I like this. Cuddling with you."

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

"Go to sleep, Frank."

He shot up. "No, if I do I won't see you! I'm not tired! I don't want to sleep!"

His words made me smile. He doesn't want to sleep, he just wants me.

I sat up, putting my hands on his cheeks and leaned in for a kiss.

I heard him whine into the kiss.

I pulled away. "My little Frankie needs to sleep. If he doesn't sleep now, he'll be asleep when I get home. Then I can't show him what I know."

Frank just sat there and stared at me. "But I-"

"No, Frank. It's bedtime. Come lay down."

He looked to the side.

I took a deep breath. "Frank, please. Just lay down."

He didn't reply, didn't bother to look at me and turned away from me. I knew he didn't want to but I needed to.

"Fine. If you're not going to sleep, I am."

I laid down and shut my eyes.

*****

The next morning, I got up for school. I got dressed and got my shit together. After last night, I really didn't want to wake Frank up, but I knew I'll regret it later if I don't.

I knelt down next to his side of the bed and rubbed him arm. "Frank."

His eyes opened slightly before he shut them tight and whined.

"Come on, look at me."

He pealed his eyes open.

"I'm leaving soon."

He only looked at me.

"Alright, I'll see you later." I walked to the door.

"Gerard?"

I stopped.

"I love you."

I opened the door and left.

*Frank's P.O.V.*

He didn't say it back!

"Gerard?!"

I heard the front door shut.

I ran down stairs and flung open the front door.

"Gerard?!" I yelled.

He looked back at me. "What are you doing?! Get back inside!"

"No! Tell me you love me!"

"Go home, Frank."

"My house burned days ago, don't you remember?"

"I'm not in the mood for this, go home!"

"No!"

"Get your ass back inside the fucking house!" He yelled.

"Fine! Love is stupid anyway..." I walked away, regretting my last sentence.

I got back into the house and fell against the door as tears made their way down my cheeks

"I love you. I love you, Gerard."