Love Is Not Like Anything, Especially a Knife
Chapter 9
-One week later-
Frank’s POV
Gerard and I were on our way to pick-up Bert from the hospital, seeing as he didn’t have a car.
We arrived and went to Bert’s room.
“Gerard!” Bert screamed as we walked in “Get me the fuck out of here.”
“Alright, you got your shit?” Gerard asked as Bert ran over and hugged him.
“Yeah, now lets Go!” he said impatiently.
We all arrived at Gerard’s apartment; we had to watch after Bert for the next couple of days. He had to heal a broken leg.
We walked inside, Gerard and Bert sat on the couch and I stalked to the kitchen to get some drinks.
I ran back to the lounge and jumped on Gerard.
“Babe, you have no food.” I said sweetly.
“..Oh, right.. Well we’ll just have to go grocery shopping then?” he said
“Yeah!” I said and jumped off him to help Bert up.
“Bertie, we are going grocery shopping!” I said as I helped up get up.
“Uhm, okay” he said.
“I want skittles!” I said as we walked around the market.
“Frankie, dearest.. No” he said.
I pouted and ran- no walked away with Bert.
We ended up in the ‘homecare’ aisle.
“I want a toaster.” I said randomly as we were browsing the homecare.
“You want everything!” Bert scoffed and walked away.
“Im alone!” I said sadly. I felt familiar arms wrap around me and I turned around to come face to face with Gerard.
“No, your not. Im here.” He said and kissed me.
“..Are you two, like, together or something?” I heard Bert say in the distance.
I pulled away from Gerard and turned around to look at Bert.
“Y-yeah we are.” I said
“Oh..” was all he could say.
We checked out and walked out of the market.
I turned to look at Bert, he looked sad.
“Are you feeling left out?” I said.
“Kinda” he said and looked at me with pleading eyes
I smiled at him and took his hand in mine; we all walked hand in hand.
Frank’s POV
Gerard and I were on our way to pick-up Bert from the hospital, seeing as he didn’t have a car.
We arrived and went to Bert’s room.
“Gerard!” Bert screamed as we walked in “Get me the fuck out of here.”
“Alright, you got your shit?” Gerard asked as Bert ran over and hugged him.
“Yeah, now lets Go!” he said impatiently.
We all arrived at Gerard’s apartment; we had to watch after Bert for the next couple of days. He had to heal a broken leg.
We walked inside, Gerard and Bert sat on the couch and I stalked to the kitchen to get some drinks.
I ran back to the lounge and jumped on Gerard.
“Babe, you have no food.” I said sweetly.
“..Oh, right.. Well we’ll just have to go grocery shopping then?” he said
“Yeah!” I said and jumped off him to help Bert up.
“Bertie, we are going grocery shopping!” I said as I helped up get up.
“Uhm, okay” he said.
“I want skittles!” I said as we walked around the market.
“Frankie, dearest.. No” he said.
I pouted and ran- no walked away with Bert.
We ended up in the ‘homecare’ aisle.
“I want a toaster.” I said randomly as we were browsing the homecare.
“You want everything!” Bert scoffed and walked away.
“Im alone!” I said sadly. I felt familiar arms wrap around me and I turned around to come face to face with Gerard.
“No, your not. Im here.” He said and kissed me.
“..Are you two, like, together or something?” I heard Bert say in the distance.
I pulled away from Gerard and turned around to look at Bert.
“Y-yeah we are.” I said
“Oh..” was all he could say.
We checked out and walked out of the market.
I turned to look at Bert, he looked sad.
“Are you feeling left out?” I said.
“Kinda” he said and looked at me with pleading eyes
I smiled at him and took his hand in mine; we all walked hand in hand.