The Light Behind Your Eyes~Frerard

Chapter Seventeen

Gerard POV
"How was it in there? Was it really bad?"

"Mikey!" I hissed. "We just got home; I highly doubt he wants to talk about the place he just got out of."

"It's alright, Gee," Frank said quietly. He looked at me from until his hair and smiled shyly, his eyes red and puffy, making my heart skip a beat. I didn't understand why but I didn't get a chance to think about it because he kept talking. "I'll talk about it if you guys want."

I hesitated, but nodded. We sat down on the floor in my room. "So...what do you guys want to know?"

"How did they treat you?" I asked immediately. I wanted to make sure that he was treated correctly, that they weren't hostile and impatient with him.

He hummed a little, thinking. "It was alright, I guess. I mean, most of the people were pretty nice, even when I wouldn't do what they said. The therapist didn't really like me, though. At least I thought she didn't, but she was really nice when I started cooperating."

I nodded, glad to hear that everyone was decent to him. If they weren't, I might've had some hell to raise.

"What was it like?" Mikey asked.

Frank gave a bitter laugh. "It felt like fucking prison, honestly. I was isolated from the rest of the patients, I had my own little cell, everything I did was monitored. If I had to use a pair of scissors for something, there was someone right there to make sure that I didn't stab myself or something. Like I would do that! Even my fucking intake of food was monitored. They shoved pills down my throat every day, and..." He let out a tiny whimper.

I was quick to tug him towards me into a hug. He went willingly, laying his head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him, squeezing him tightly.

"I just really hated it there," he whispered. "I felt like I was crazy."

"You're not crazy," I murmured, brushing his hair back from his face. "At least, not in the bad way."

He let out a laugh and my heart warmed. I was always glad to hear him laugh or see him smile. It made me smile.

Mikey laid his head on Frank's shoulder. "Sorry for asking," he muttered, playing with his fingers.

Frank smiled a little, sniffling. "It's okay, Mikey," he answered, sitting up and leaning his head on Mikey instead. Mikey reached up and started playing with his hair.

The sight of them caused an unexpected flare of jealousy in my chest. Why was I jealous? This was my brother and my friend. Was I just offended that Frank would rather lean on Mikey? Even that didn't really make logical sense.

"I need to stop crying so much," Frank laughed softly. I smiled at him and placed my hand on his leg, squeezing comfortingly.

"Crying is good," I said quietly. "You don't have to hold anything in, Frankie."

And when he smiled at me, that weird jealous feeling was gone.

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"Mikey, stop it! I swear to God!"

Waking up to Frank laughing was definitely not the worst way to wake up.

I stumbled out of my bed and into the living room, rubbing my eyes and running into a wall. I heard Frank laugh when I ran into the wall, but then he shrieked and started yelling and giggling at Mikey again.

My mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, telling Mikey and Frank not to break anything with a smile on her face. Mikey and Frank were busy fighting each other for the TV remote, Mikey poking Frank in the ribs to get the upper hand.

I grinned and shook my head at the two of them before plucking the remote from Mikey's hand and settling down far away from flying fists and long legs.

"Hey!" They both shouted at the same time.

"No fair, Gee!" Frank pouted. I felt my chest tighten but I grinned at him.

"What did you want to watch?"

His eyes lit up and he was quick to tell me that 1000 Ways To Die was on. Mikey crossed his arms and frowned at me.

"Why does he get to choose?"

"Because I asked him to."

"Just because you have a crush on him doesn't mean-"

"No, Mikey. It's because you're my little brother and you're annoying as fuck."

"Language!" My mother scolded.

Mikey shook his head but smiled when I got scolded. He stuck his tongue out at me and I laughed, changing the channel before settling in.

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Frank POV

"Just because you have a crush on him doesn't mean-"

Those words played over in my head. Gerard? Have a crush on me? That couldn't be true, could it?

"No, Mikey. It's because you're my little brother and you're annoying as fuck."

Well, I guess that settled that.

Gerard's mother scolded him for cursing and he smiled at me before changing it to the channel I wanted to watch. I thought I was finally safe from Mikey due to it being on the channel I wanted.

I was wrong.

With a battle cry, he lunged at me. I shouted and laughed as we wrestled, letting out my dumb giggle every time he tickled me to get the upper hand.

"Stop it! That's not fair," I gasped, wrapping my legs around his to try to hold him back.

"It's totally fair," Mikey argued. I decided to stop dicking around and threw my body weight to the left, successfully knocking him off the couch.

He groaned and I laughed, hearing Gerard laugh with me. We met eyes and I felt my face warm before I looked away.

"Help me up now," Mikey whined.

"Help yourself," I shot back. He let out a sigh of defeat and I grinned.

"I win."

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A/N okay yeah it's been forever and this is crap but I'm going to try to have another chapter up before school starts up again on Monday

This feels more like a filler chapter tbh