I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

I'll Miss You

{Gerard's POV}

I woke up to someone gently shaking me.

I looked up to see Frank gazing down at me.

He had a sad expression on his face.

"It's Wednesday, Gerard," He whispered.

I slowly sat up and looked at him again.

"Can't it be Tuesday still?" I asked.

"Sadly no," He shook his head.

I sighed and rested my head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head.

Tuesday had passed way too quickly.

All we had done was watch the rest of the Star Wars trilogy and talk.

Just the four of us; Frank, Mikey, Ray and I.

Even though we didn't do much, it was awesome.

Both Frank and Ray had of course stayed the night and missed school.

Even Mikey had skipped just to spend time with me.

My Mom had taken the day off work and just sat on the chair, watching us.

I knew she was trying to soak up the time she had left with me but honestly, it was kind of weird.

"I'm gonna really fucking miss you."

"I'll miss you too," I held back tears.

"Please try and get better," He said, "Don't just piss it all away."

"I'll really try," I wasn't lying, "I'll try for you."

"Thank you, Gerard," He pulled me closer.

After a few minutes he pulled away and looked at me, "I... I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

He seemed quite hesitant, "I'm... I'm in..."

He took a deep breath before saying, "It's nothing."

He changed his mind.

"What is it, Frank? You can tell me," I sat up straight.

He shook his head and got up.

I watched him as he pulled on his t-shirt.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Where do you keep the scales?" He suddenly asked.

I was surprised by his sudden change of subject so it took me a couple of seconds to take in what he had asked me, "I... What? Scales? Um... They're in my wardrobe."

How did he know I kept scales in my room?

He walked over to the wardrobe and opened the doors.

He bent down and picked up the scales.

Holding them, he turned to me and said, "I'm going to get rid of these. You won't want them here when you get back."

I smiled a small smile, "Thanks, Frank."

"I'm just trying to make it easier for you," He replied.

I nodded and waited while he took them upstairs.

I stood up and opened my chest-of-drawers.

After pulling on my black jeans and a faded Green Day long-sleeved top, I sat back on the bed and tied my shoe laces.