Mr. Brightside ? Frerard

sorry this chapter is so short, I promise the next one will be longer :)

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"What happened?" Frank asked as he stroked Gerard's cheek gently.

It was now a few hours later and the bakery was closed, it only being the two of them in the building. Frank had made a big fuss over Gee's injuries and refused to let Gerard get anything for himself.

He got the boy ice for his head, and a cookie for being 'so strong'.

"I d-don't know..." Gerard lied. He didn't want to admit that he did so bad on his first day, although it wasn't as if it made much of a difference.

"Gerard." The Punk raises an eyebrow.

"Uh I- I don't wanna say." He mumbled.

Frank let out a small sigh, pecking Gee's lips softly. "Okay."

"Okay?" Gerard asked, "you're fine with not knowing?"

"Well... if you're uncomfortable sharing then we can just let it slide... but there are security cameras so I can just go check." He mumbled.

The pale boy blushed and looked down, "I just don't want you to think less of me."

Frank frowned, carefully going to wrap his arms around Gerard's small figure. "Baby, I love you and I'm sure whatever happened it wasn't your fault. He fucking pushed you off of a table, he's clearly in the wrong anyway."

It made Gee feel warm inside that Frank thought he was so innocent, when in reality he was probably the worst of the worst.

"You- you can look at the tapes, just please don't think I'm some idiot Mr Fart-head that messes things up..." Gerard whispered, smiling weakly.

"Of course, honey." Frank laughed, pulling back from Gerard. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Gee nodded, watching as the other got up and walked over to the computer near the cash register. Gerard watched as Frank pulled out the tapes and looked over the video.

Gerard couldn't see what was happening but he could faintly hear the dialogue.

Frank soon, after watching the video, turned off the computer and looked down. Hands clenched and jaw flexed.

He wished he had beat the guy up knowing he fucking pushed someone off of a table, and punched them- because of a fucking wrong order.

"Frankie?" Gerard's meek little voice echoed around the predominantly empty bakery.

Frank turned around to look at the somewhat injured boy, who was slowly walking over to him.

"Gee... I'm sorry." He whispered, pulling Gerard into a bone crushing hug.

"Oww!" He yelped, the pressure of Frank's arms against his sore back hurting him.

"Fuck- I'm so sorry!" The Punk exclaimed jumping back, with watery eyes.

"N-no it's fine, Frankie. It just hurt a bit.." Gerard mumbled, giving Frank a reassuring smile.

"No it's not fine- you got hot chocolate dumped on you- and I was like two feet away from you! I didn't even do anything-"

"You didn't know what to do, it happens." Gerard interrupted.

"But I should have..." He whispered. Frank quickly wiped his eyes to hide the tears that had fallen. He wouldn't let himself cry in front
of Gerard more than once.

"Oh, Frank," Gee muttered, "you did the best you could- besides, a little bruising isn't gonna kill me."

"You already said that." He mumbled with a little smile, grabbing hold of Gee's hand.

"Because it's true!" He exclaimed childishly. "God, you never listen to me." He shook his head.

The Punk laughed before pressing a soft kiss to Gee's naturally pink lips.