broken inside ↯frerard

Friends or Foes?

•Gerard's p.o.v.•

I awaken to the sound of birds chirping, singing their morning song.

Glancing around I remember what happened. I smile to myself.

Frank was laying next to me, his head on the crook of my neck, arms griping at my chest.

I kiss the top of his head, absorbing the scent of his chocolate brown hair.

I shake him lightly, needing him to wake up so we can get a move on.

"Babe, we have to keep going." He opens his eyes slowly, staring at me in confusion before sitting up, getting the idea.

///time lapse///

"Thank you ma'am." I say as I shut the door, opening the other one, Frank coming out of it.

She nods and leaves with a smile on her face.

We hitched a ride and we were lucky that she was going two states over to visit her cousin.

So now we are in Colorado.

Getting closer to Cali each day.. I can't believe it.

But we still aren't there.

"Colorado seems cool, I thought it would be colder though." Frank scrunches up his nose, taking off his sweater.

"Well you thought wrong, it's nice weather isn't it? Way better then Virginia." I say as I kick rocks around, watching them scatter into millions of small pebbles.

I am so glad we got out of that horrid place, I did not like it.

The summer breeze passes through our hair, cooling us down, relaxing us.

We intertwine our fingers, him having a strong grip on my hand.

I reassuringly squeeze his hand lightly, looking at him lovingly.

I really do like Frank, a lot.

But I don't want to say I love you just yet, and if I already did then I probably didn't mean it as strongly as I would 2 years from now.

Frank smiles up at me, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

He is so cute.

I gently press my lips to the top of his mop of hair.

We walk for a good 30 minutes, finally arriving at the town, Denver.

It's the capital of Colorado, so I suspect a lot of folks roaming around.

And I was right.

People scurry from here to there, some in a rush and some just touring.

I see a group of guys, jocks, and when I mean jocks I do mean jocks.

They are wearing football jerseys, with a buffalo on the center.

They are cheering, their girls in one hand, their beer on the other.

Must be football season.

Me and Frank glide through, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Until one of them stops us.

Oh god not again, I will not let them hurt Frank again.

One of them, with dirty brown hair, turns my shoulder around and gives me the biggest grin.

It's scary.

"Hey want a beer?!!" He cheers and offers me a bottle.

Oh. Well, that's... Nice.