Talking's Just A Waste Of Breath Chapter 5 by vickslovesslash (frankiero)

Title: Talking's just a waste of breath, and living's just a waste of death
Author: Me
Rating: Probably NC-17 at some point.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
P.O.V. Frank's
Summary: Frank's troubled. He's 16 years old, and after just losing his brother and Dad in a car accident, has moved to new jersey with his mother. He's always been an outcast, and never been understood. He's scared this new place is gonna be just the same...but this time it's worse with the grief. Will he ever find anyone that understand's him?
Disclaimer: not real.
Dedications: Melody (my wifey - chemicaldreamsx - you all know her =P)
Author's Notes: Here ya go. I know you all want it, and it's tiding you over till I come out with THE LAST CHAPTER of My Way Home. =] Hope it suffices =]

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

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Frank's P.O.V.
For a week now I have been plagued with more dreams of Dad and Jake, some happy, some horrible. One for instance, I dreamt as if I was in the car with them when it happened. Or I was looking in through the glass. It was horrible. I had that one last night and as a result, I've woken up, more depressed than normal. Over this last week I have steadily been declining, taking more pills, I feel ashamed. Me and my new friends, especially Mikey and Gerard have been getting gradually closer, but they haven't noticed my increased dose of Anti-depressants. Ever since I asked Mikey to drop it about why I'm taking them, they haven't asked.

I sigh and get up to look out the window. Raining. How fitting. Damn I have to walk to school too. I got dressed, warmly considering the weather. I didn't bother straightening my hair, there's no point, it'll only go frizzy again anyway. I step out the door and stay on my porch for a second, bracing myself for the wetness that will soon consume my body. Once braced, I walked out from underneath the porch and almost immediately felt the rain soaking through my clothes. I began walking down the road, when I heard a car horn and a shout from behind me.

"Frank! Get in!" I looked round to see the one who had shouted. Gerard. A smile crossed my lips and I ran to the car, jumping in the passenger seat, already soaked. I set my messenger bag on my lap and stuck my hands over the heater.

"Ahhh. Thanks." I said looking over at him smiling.

"No problem. Why didn't you just call?" He asked. I never thought of that. I mentally slapped myself.

"Urm. I don't actually know." I said honestly and he laughed. I cuffed him round the back of the head lightly with my palm and he winced. I laughed at him and returned my hand to the heater. A vague attempt to warm up.

Arriving at school, I was pretty much dry, thanks to the heaters of Gerard's car. I stuffed everything into my locker, including my pills, whilst getting out the things I would need for the first few lessons. I shut my locker, sighing and went to the first class.

"Hey!" I was greeted warmly by Mikey, with a squeezing hug. I smiled at him and hugged him back, only harder. "Ow." He squeaked and I laughed patting him on his beany. At that moment, I realised I'd never seen him without it. I silently decided that at lunch I would steal it. Ha-ha. That shall be fun. Evil, evil boy. I giggled at my thought, gaining a questioning look from Mikey.

"Don't worry." I told him before he could ask. I giggled a bit more before calming myself down, ready to do the work. Since I hadn't had any friends in LA, I had always concentrated. It was a habit I couldn't break, even when I now had friends.

At lunch I took my normal bypass to my locker before joining the guys for lunch. Normally no one followed me. Today was obviously destined to be different, but of course, I didn't realise 'till it was too late. I swallowed two pills down, hearing a gasp from behind me.
"Frankie. You've got to talk to someone, so you can get off of them." Gerard said from beside me. I sighed and nodded. I knew I had too, I just couldn't open up. It was because I shut up all my feelings in front of Mum, I'd got used to doing it and couldn't talk about what was going on in my head.

"I'm coming round tonight, or you can come round mine, and you're talking to me. I can help you. I'm a good listener you know." I looked at him and nodded. I'd have to. I guess I could try. It might work.

"Gerard? Don't tell the others? Please. Can we keep this between us?" I pleaded. I really didn't want the others knowing I'd upped my dose. He nodded as he took my hand and laced our fingers together. It didn't bother me, I'm an affectionate guy, and I've been alone for so long, I've kind of stopped caring what people think. We made our way to the rest of the guys and I plastered a smile on my face.

"We'll sort out times and stuff, in history." Gerard whispered in my ear and I nodded.

History

"It'll be better if I come round your's. I don't really want my Mum hearing it..." I trailed off. It sounded so stupid.

"Fair play. Why don't you just come round straight after school? Then there'll be no chance of the guys intruding." He suggested. I nodded silently and went back to my notes. It was sorted. I was going to spill my guts to Gerard, and just hope he could help and that I wouldn't scare him away.

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