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

I'm Fucking Fine!

{Frank's POV}

"Frank?"

"...Hm?"

"Frank."

I looked up.

Gerard was dressed already.

I hadn't even noticed him get up.

Showed how observant I was.

"I don't think you should go to school," He bit his lip.

Wait, what?

I stood up.

"I'm fine," I lied.

He shook his head, "No, you're not. I want you to take the rest of the week off."

I hadn't even been in once yet.

Having a whole week off of school was just stupid.

"But I don't want to. I want to be there for your first day back."

Did he not want me to be there?

He sighed and sat down on the bed.

"Frank, I'll be fine. I don't want you to go if you can't handle it..."

"I can though! I'm fucking fine!"

He didn't say anything, he just looked at the floor.

Why didn't he think I could handle it?

I slowly sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry... I know you're just worried but, honestly, I'm fine."

He looked at me, "But you're not, Frank. I can see that you're not. I'm not stupid."

I shrank back a little on the bed.

Neither one of us spoke.

I lay back on the bed and covered my face with my hands.

I counted to ten, calming myself down.

"Look," I said, not removing my hands, "I'm coming with you today. Okay?"

He didn't speak.

I removed my hands and sat up.

He wasn't there.

What?

I jumped up.

"Gerard?!"

No answer.

How had he done that?

What the fuck?

I quickly changed into a set of clothes and ran upstairs.

I entered the kitchen to find Ray sat at the table, drinking coffee.

"Morning, Frank," He nodded at me.

"Uh hi... Have you seen Gerard?"

He put down his mug and a worried look overtook his face.

"Um yeah. He came into the room, grabbed Mikey by the arm and I think he took him into the living room. I'm not sure what they're talking about but it must be important."

I sighed and sat down next to Ray.

"Is everything okay?" Ray asked.

I closed my eyes and leant back in my seat.

"Yeah. Gerard's just worrying about me, that's all. I'm fine."

"But... Never mind. It doesn't matter."