Your Voice Was The Soundtrack Of My Summer

*two weeks later*

I woke up at the sound of my cell phone. I couldn't find it tho. I searched everywhere
from the room. Until I realized the sound came somewhere from inside my clothes,
that were starting to form into huge pile of them. I pulled out jeans, that I had worn
yesterday, and find my cell from the pocket.

"Hello."

"Hey, Frank, " I recognized the voice as Gerard's.

"Hey, " I smiled. Tho he couldn't see it. But they say that you can hear from the voice
if they are glad or sad or angry or tired. I was happy.
"What's up?"

"Nothing...well, not good," Gerard said.

"What's wrong?" I was immediately worried. Have something happened.

"I...Remember, when I said I'd tell you someday when the time comes?" Tell me what? What were we talking about...think Frank! Oh! Right...

"Yeah, I remember...Is everything okay?" I sat up.

"Not really...Could we see?" Gerard asked. He was now speaking more silently than earlier.

"Of course. Where?" I pulled my t-shirt on. I hope it's clean...

*Later*

I arrived to the park near by. Gerard was sitting in swing,l ooking not so good.
I hurried to him and kneeled in front of him and put my hand on his leg.

"Gerard?" I asked carefully. Gerard lifted his gaze from the ground to me. His eyes we're
little red. He'd been crying recently.
"You okay?" I brushed his hair gently away from his eyes.

"No.." he sniffed. It's really painful to see him like this. When he usually seems cool and smooth and though that nothing can break him. But there must be something really wrong cause he's being like this.
To the world he's the though guy, to me he's sweet and warm person.
This must have something to do with his father. Cause last time he acted like this, it was about his dad. And I've never seen him like this before, but that other night.

"is there something you wanna talk about?" I asked gently. Gerard nodded silently. "Tell me...please, " I said carefully. I didn't want to push him. If he wanted to tell me, he would.
Or if he didn't, he doesn't have to.

"It's just...he's trying to come back to our life, " Gerard said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that mom's gonna take that bastard back!" Gerard snapped. More to his dad than me.

"Gerard, I don't know how to react if you don't tell me what happened with your dad, " I said gently. It's really hard for me to help if I don't know a thing about this.

"Have your mother ever...hurt you?" Gerard asked.

"Like how?"

"Like...physically..."
Gerard's dad hit them??

"You mean like...hit me? No, never. Is that what happened with your dad?" I asked. Gerard nodded slowly.

"He hit mom. Several times. And me. Never Mikey. He was so small back then. I'm glad that
he haven't suffer that, he's a good kid..." Gerard said. He must be proud of his little brother.

"I'm so sorry" I tried.

"He hit me cause I wasn't behaving. I was always doing something wrong. Or so he thought.
I drank. I smoked. I'm fag...enough reasons for him to do that..." Gerard sniffed.

"Why did he hit your mom?"

"Mom was always supporting me and defending me. Mom didn't care if I never bring nice
girl home. She just wanted for me to be happy. But dad...couldn't stand it. So he..." Gerard
sobbed.
"He hit mom...he hit her so hard...and many times that somethimes when mom was lying on the floor, I wasn't sure if she was alive." Gerard cried.
I couldn't believe my ears. I never thought Gerard's dad would've been like that. Now I understand why Gerard doens't want to see him.

"Oh my god...I'm so sorry Gerard, " I hugged him and let him cry on my shoulder.

"I hate him...I don't understand how mom's letting him come back!"

"Shh...I know...he's not gonna hurt you again. I promise, " as I said that, I could feel Gerard holding me tighter.

After a while, I took Gerard home. My House. He said he didn't want to go home, but we
couldn't stay at the park all night, so I brought him here.
We went inside. It was silent and dark. Mom was still sleeping. Good. She wasn't wondering
where I went almost in the middle of the night.

We went upstairs to my room. And I helped Gerard lying on my bed, since he was holding
on to me. I took off his leather jacket and shoes and put them next to the bed.
I wondered should I took off his shirt and jeans too. It would be more comfortable for him to
sleep. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't just undress him. I felt shy about that.

"Gerard?" I asked gently. Gerard looked at me wiht his tear stained eyes. The look of him
made my heart broke. Gerard was strong person mentally (physically too I guess) and only
thing that got him like this was his dad he hate so much.
"Could you take off your shirt and jeans..." I said. It didn't sound good like that. Gerard
giggled.
"It wasn't suppose to sound like that..." I blushed. "It would be more comfortable for you to
sleep if you take off your clothes...or not. What ever you like, " I said quickly and went to the
other side of the bed.

I heard Gerard giggling. God, I embarassed myself bad. I went under the covers and took
my jeans off there and dropped them on the floor. I felt the bed shift and Gerard was now
lying next to me, closer than minute ago.

I could feel Gerard staring at me, while I myself kept my eyes closed.
Gerard leaned closer and blew air to my neck. I had to open my eyes and look at him.

"What?"

"Nothing..." Gerard smiled. "So, you want to undress me?" he teased.

I tried not to smile and looked away from him.
"No..."

"Yes you do, " Gerard smiled.

"No, I don't."

"You do."

"I don't!" I whined. "Okay, maybe, " I confessed and blushed. "Do what you want, " I said and
turned on my side, my back to Gerard.

Gerard leaned over me and kissed my cheek and whispered "You're cute when you blush, "
and went back laying next to me. I blushed more and smiled to myself.
I turned to him and went closer.

"Are you okay?" I asked while he wrapped his arm around my waist. I brushed some of his
hair off his face and looked into his eyes.

"I'm okay now, " he said and looked at me. I caressed his cheek with my hand. I could still
see sadness in his eyes.

"Gerard..." I started.

"Yeah?"

"I..." I looked in his eyes. Oh my god, am I really saying this?

"Yeah?" Gerard tried to get me say what I wanted.

"I-I...are you sure you're okay?" I asked. Gerard nodded "I just...care about you that much
that...I just want you to be okay" I said. Oh my god I can't believe I almost said it.

"Frank, I'm okay, " Gerard smiled sweetly. "I care about you too, " he kissed my lips and we
settled to sleep. Me in Gerard's arms.

I can't believe what I almost said. I almost said that I love him. I don't know if it would've been
good or bad thing. Just think about it, we've been together like, what, few weeks now? Oh, it
would've definitely been bad idea to say him like that. I'm sure he would've left immediately.
I know he would've. I guess he's not that kind of guy who says I love you and stays in
relationship longer than a week. Since his player background and all. Good that I didn't say it...

The next morning I didn't find Gerard lying next to me. He was gone. He had left a note on
the night stand that read: thank you xxx Gerard I smiled and went to sleep little more.