People never cease to amaze us

Frank's POV

The front door crashed open....it was Gerard.

I sprang up from my bed, and went to check that he was okay. I quietly made my way down the stairs, and found Gerard on the bed we slept in last night. His whole body was shaking with sobs, and he hadn't even bothered to take off his shoes.

I kept thinking to myself that I should stay mad at him, but when I thought about it I couldn't. There was no real reason for me to be mad at him, it was a miss understanding. I slowly walked up to Gerard, and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't even turn to look at me.

"Gerard.." I said softly. He still didn't look at me. "Gerard I'm sorry" I whispered. He turned around to look at me, and I could just smell the alcohol off his breath. "Have you been drinking?" I asked him. He nodded slowly, and continued to cry.

"P-please don't be m-mad at me....I o-only had o-one beer" He sobbed. I moved closer to him, and stroked his cheek.

"I'm so sorry I had to put you through all this. I-I really should have just shut up after you said sorry the first time" I told him.

"Its okay Babe, I shouldn't have told Trace. It wasn't my place to tell her" He explained.

"So, are we gonna go to bed or what?" I smiled. Gerard stood out of bed, and stripped himself of everything but his boxers. He climbed back into bed, and laid behind me. He put his arm protectively over my hips, and fell asleep.

Gerard's POV

I woke up the next morning with Frankie in my arms. He wasn't awake yet, so I decided just to watch him sleep. His breathing was even and soft, his tattooed chest rose and fell in time, and he just seemed to fragile.

Ten minutes after I woke up, his eyes fluttered open. When he saw my gaze at him, he smiled."Good morning beautiful" I said quietly.

"Morning" He mumbled groggily.

"Anything you want to do today?" I asked.

"Actually yeah. You know any good places to get a nose pierce?" He said, getting out of bed, and pulling me out as well.

"Umm, no. But I bet Trace would" My mine raced back to the many times I had accompanied Tracey to the tattooing parlor, in god knows where. She had her ears done in as many places as they'd let her, her nose, snake bites, a middle lip pierce, and a Monroe.

"Awesome. I'm gonna go call her then!" He said, skipping out of the bedroom. I heard him on the phone, so I grabbed a random shirt off the ground, and pulled it on.

"Cool, so I'll meet you there in about an hour?" He said into the phone. There was a moment of silence before he said "Bye Trace" he hung up the phone, and turned to me.

"I got directions, and we're meeting Tracey at a tattoo parlor in an hour" Suddenly I realized what was going to be at the tattoo parlor.

"Needles" I mumbled under my breath.

"I already took care of it. You and Amy are gonna stand outside"

"And Tracey?" I asked.

"Shes going to be with me" He explained. "I want you to do something for me while your waiting"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Design me a tattoo" He paused. "with your name on it" He finished. I smiled and pulled him towards me.

"Are you sure? I mean. Its going to be there forever" I reasoned with him.

"I'm so sure, its not even funny" He smiled. "Now I gotta go get ready!" He said. He went to go put on some clothes, besides his boxers. He rushed upstairs, and I followed suit. I might as well get my sketchbook and a pencil.

In about ten minutes, we were both in the car. Frank's cell phone rang as he started up the car.

"Hello?" He said. "Oh hey Trace" I leaned closer so I could hear what she was saying.

"Are you sure you still want to d-...If Gerard listening?" She asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" He said, looking confused.

"I can hear him breathing. Give him the phone for a second" Frank then passed me the phone, which I took cautiously. He started up the car, and started the drive to the tattoo parlor.

"Yeah?"

"Gerard Arthur Way! What do you think your doing listing in on other peoples conversations? Did your mother teach you anything?" She yelled.

"Tracey Jacobsen, how long have you known me?"

"Almost twenty years...." She mumbled.

"Then you should know I always eavesdrop on people!" I shouted, handing the phone back to Frank.

"Yeah Trace. I'm still going through with it" There was a moment of silence where I dared not listen. "Can we not talk about this right now? I mean Gerard is sitting right next to me" Another moment passed, before he said "Okay, see you in about ten minutes then" He hung up the phone, and looked me in the eye.

"Sorry about that...its just...nothing" He smiled.

"What did she say to you? I really wanna know now!" I said, demanding like a four year old.

"You'll know soon enough babe" He laughed.

Within two minutes of the conversation, we arrived at a small tattoo parlor. Frank and I stepped out of the car, and met up with Tracey and Amy.

"Well, Frank and I should do in or we're gonna be late" She explained.

"Have fun Frank" I said, kissing his nose. He giggled, and said not to forget about the tattoo. I pulled out the sketchbook and pencil, and began drawing. I knew exactly what I was going to draw.

Frank's POV

Amy and I walked into the tattoo parlor, and talked to the clerk. I told him what I wanted, and he just told me to wait.

"So, you really want to do this?" Tracey asked.

"Yeah, I just need to buy the one important aspect of the whole thing"

"Try not to think about it, its not like your asking him to marry you!"

"But I am asking him to spend the rest of his life with me!" I exclaimed a little to loudly.

"We're ready for you in the back room" The clerk told me. Amy and I stood from our seats, and walked to the room he motioned towards. I sat on the medical chair, and mentally readied myself for the small amount of pain.

"Ookay, everyone ready for this?" A tall masculine man said, as he walked into the room. He picked up a metal contraption, and sterilized it.

"As I'll ever be" I answered.

"Okay, I need you to breath in and out for me. I'm going to put the needle through when you breath in, and put in the jewlery when you breath out"

"Yup, I've gotten wuite a few of these before, I know the drill" I smiled. He let me pick out what jewlery I wanted, and went right to business.

"Breath in" He demanded, and stuck the large needle through my nose. "And out" He said, as he stuck in the nose ring I had picked out. He stepped back, and handed me a mirror. "You like it?"

"Hell yeah! Thanks dude" I exclaimed.

"No problem" I stood up from the chair, and walked to the front desk. I payed for the pierce, and walked back to the front chairs.

"W-would you come with me to get it? I-I mean, you've know Gee a lot longer then I have" I mumbled.

"Sure! I always pictures picking one out for him!" She squealed.

Gerard's POV

As Tracey and Frank walked out of the tattoo place, I snapped the sketch book closed.

"Aww, Gee! Can't I see it?" Frank whined like a five year old.

"Not until its done" I told him. I looked at his new pierce and gasped. "Dear god, thats so sexy!" I yelped. Frank smiled, and blushed. I just put two fingers under his chin, and tilted it up towards my face.

I kissed his nose, and chuckled a bit. He was so cute when he blushed.