Ghosts In Snow (2/?)
Title: Ghosts In Snow (2/?)
Author: 0haii
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warnings: Implied/mentions of minor character deaths, sexual scenes, language, violence
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding
NEW! Summary: Frank loses some loved ones whilst he's eighteen and he becomes distant. When a friend suggests he moves to England for a fresh start and a better college, his mood seems to lighten up.
Prologue
Chapter One - Lost
Drowning Lessons
Though Frank could feel the breeze become clearer as he approached the coast, he didn't feel any better than he did whilst cleaning in his house. His friends were right though, he did need to have a little fun and try things out. Surfing was just one of those things you'd never picture Frank doing. He loved the soft clashes of the waves, the smell of salt and fresh air brushing through his hair. He just didn't love the part were he could possibly drown. Death had became a fear for Frank ever since the loss, so accidentally falling off a board will probably freak him out.
Once the car Frank was driving finally reached the dock, he parked up and pulled the key out. He didn't bring much to the beach, only himself, swim shorts, a T-shirt, Vans and sunglasses. It was in the middle of summer, and a surprisingly hot day, so he wouldn't be cold or anything. Frank didn't own a surfboard, so he guessed he could borrow Bobs or rent one.
After five minutes of wandering around, the familiar curly hair came within sight of Frank. He sighed in relief then because he was worried they left without him or something. He called out to Ray, waving like an idiot in the middle of the sand and waited for the wave back. Although it was from a different person, the wave was returned and he ran up to the three boys. The person who waved looked skinny and pale, brown hair straightened down and glasses looking glossy and wet. After about ten seconds of staring, Frank remembered who it was.
"Hey Frank," the brown haired boy greeted shyly, smirking a little. Frank nodded in return.
"Mikey," he replied simply. Mikey smirk turned into a small apologetic look, his eyes blinking. Ray and Bob had greeted Frank too, which he returned. He felt the line coming up, the one about his parents and apologies and all the typical stuff people had said to him when they've met. Mikey never said the line though, only he spoke the sentence with his eyes. Frank thought that Ray had informed him or something, seems he knows not to mention his parents' death.
Mikey's eyes seemed to also have a hint of understanding in them. Although Frank and him haven't spoken since they set off to college in completely separate countries, he could see that Mikey was still the same dorky, loving kid that Frank was best friends with all those years ago. He should of known Mikey would never change, he couldn't have, because Mikey was Mikey, and there's no changing there.
"Okay, so, now we have a full gang, shall we surf for a while?" Bob smiled, gesturing towards the other three guys and himself. Mikey lifted a finger like he was going to say something, only to push his glasses more up the bridge of his nose and close his mouth up again. He shot a small look towards Frank, looking him up and down and smirking again.
"Well, I would but, uh, I don't have a board..." Frank mentioned, kicking the sand a little.
"Never fear!" Ray spoke loudly, but not a shout so he didn't draw attention to them. He knew Frank didn't like public places, or that much attention anymore, so they where all careful to make him feel comfortable. "Toro is here!" He lifted his board, grinning madly.
Frank giggled at that, Ray always seemed to make him giggle. Bob and Mikey chuckled along with him and Frank felt included, like he actually fitted with his friends now, and a little guilty for pushing them away. He realised then that he missed this, just hanging out and laughing to something Ray says, being with other people than his cloth and detergent. It felt nice, and Frank made a mental note to do this more often.
"Alright, now we've settled that, do you now how to surf?" Bob asked Frank, giving him a look that warned Frank to tell the truth or bad things could happen. Frank didn't want to die, so he shook his head and looked at the sand. He was a little embarrassed. Ray tapped his board lightly, knocking the end into Frank and making him look back up.
"I'll teach you, come on," Ray smiled, pointing to the sea, "Let's surf, Fro-Followers!"
***
Frank was panicking, swinging his arms around, kicking his legs and trying to keep air in his lungs. He doesn't know what went wrong. One second, his body was laid upon a blue and white surfboard, reactions telling him to stand up now and not fall off. His mind told his body otherwise though, seems the wave he was supposed to surf crashed into the board and swung it over, throwing his body off the top. The last thing he heard before the water dragged him down was Bob's calls of his name.
This was one of his fears, drowning or dying. Obviously three or four lessons off Ray couldn't make him the best surfer in the world, or fix his fears and instincts. The water was swallowing him up and no matter how hard he kicked or pushed, he sank lower and lower. He wasn't that far out though, so his feet hit the bottom after a couple of seconds. He tried pushing himself up off the floor, but nothing was working, he wasn't getting to the top. The water wasn't that clear, making it hard to see anything he could grab or stand on to get up, and if he could underwater then he'd be crying.
He could hear muffled calls, muffled splashing and silent pleas of his name above the surface. He wished he could swim, he wished he could just reverse and say he didn't want to come out to beach today. The water was swirling around him, his ears felt filled with the liquid even though all he could hear above the cries and splashing was his heart beating a mile a minute.
The breath he had held for so long was running short, making his lungs hurt a little with the lack of oxygen. This was it, he had no help and no one was near by to help him either. He was going to die there, in the water, from falling off a fucking surfboard. He never imagined his death like this, he thought it would be a little more exciting, or at least from old age or in a natural sleep. On the bright side, he would be with his parents soon, right?
Just as he began feeling himself passing out slowly, his vision blurred more and more, his body giving up, a person's fingers wrapped around his forearm and violently pulled him upwards, the water rushing past his slightly limp body. Once he hit air, he took the deepest breath he had ever took in his life. He began coughing furiously, trying to get some water out of his nose and lungs to even notice who had practically just saved his life. The person scooped him up and pulled him with one arm and splashed around for a while. Frank felt some other hands attach to his body and pull him further to the coast.
When he felt the floor bump against his body, the hands slowly remove themselves and drag him onto a nearby towel, he closed his eyes and finally passed out.
***
He could hear the waves clashing, the breeze blowing and small, quiet questions and responses being thrown around him. As soon as he was awake and breathing quickly, some water came up in his mouth, making him cough violently. He didn't have time for opening his eyes as he sat up and tried to get it all out on the sand beside him, not noticing the calls of he's awake! or he's okay!
A hand patted down on his back, helping him heave more and clear his throat. Once the whole thing was over, he leant back on his elbows and slowly blinked his eyes open. He remembered the board, how he forgot to stand up so the waves knocked him off, how he sank and struggled, how someone had dragged him back to shore with the help of the others. He didn't remember who it was, hell, he didn't even know at that time. He had lost consciousness before he could open his eyes and see who saved him.
He wanted to thank who ever it was, but he didn't trust his voice at the moment. He saw Mikey, Ray, Bob and some other guy he's never seen before sat around him. The guy he'd never met before was eating something that looked like cut up pieces of apple and Mikey was wiping his glasses on the wet T-shirt he was wearing. Bob looked unimpressed with him, his eyes slightly glaring at Frank laid before him. Ray was touching his face and feeling Frank's face, ears, arms, or body for anywhere that hurt or seemed hurt.
Frank laughed a little at Ray's acts and told he was fine. His voice seemed croaky and rough, probably from the possible drowning act that almost happened just then. He looked at everyone again, who in which were back to doing their own things. Bob wasn't glaring anymore, so that was a good improvement. Guy-he'd-never-met-before was staring at him hopelessly, munching on an apple piece or whatever that was in the little zip-lock bag. His eyes where such a colour of hazel that made Frank want to copy and paste it into everyone else's eyes. It was a truly beautiful colour.
"Hi," the guy said after a stare down he had with Frank, not even bothering to stick a hand out for Frank to shake.
"Hey," Frank replied shakily, gulping down what he thought was water but could easily be mistaken as vomit. The guy's eyes changed suddenly, they went darker and harder, almost deeper. They stared at each other for some time before the guy looked away, his short-ish black hair flipping a little in wind.
Mikey cleared his throat awkwardly, as did Bob mention he's going to find a shaded place for them. He glared at Ray for a while, his hands on his hips as if he was waiting for something. Ray said he'd accompany him and hit Mikey on the arm. Mikey got up too, leaving Frank and this stranger alone with each other. Frank didn't feel as comfortable as he did earlier with just this guy, but he guessed they'd talk and everything would be fine.
When Mikey, Bob and Ray had gone out of sight and along the coast, the guy looked over at Frank again. He seemed to study the smaller for a while, looking from his eyes to his damp T-shirt, to his legs and feet, then back up to his eyes. It was a little intimidating, but Frank could live with it. He eyed him right back, with the same vibe in his eyes. All through high school he's dealt with people judging and bullying him, and if this guy wanted to join his hate list then he could handle it.
"So I don't get a thank you?" He spat bitterly, pushing another fruit piece into his mouth. Frank was taken back for a second, wondering why he wanted thanks off him.
"What?" Frank asked, sitting up into a straight sitting position. His elbows where starting to hurt.
"Well, considering I just saved your ass from drowning, I think I deserve some thanks," the explained, looking down at the sand and running his fingers through it. Frank was shocked at this, for he thought it was Ray, Bob or Mikey who saved him. He didn't expect a complete stranger to help him, or even see him. Frank slowly started to feel bad for not knowing and not using the manners his parents taught him.
"T-thank you," Frank stuttered out in a rush, the shock of the situation finally clearing up in his mind. "I thought I was going to die out there, thank you for helping me,"
The guy smirked a little, but then the expression was quickly washed off. He was frowning at the golden ground, flicking it at the fabric Frank was sat on. It got awkward after that, the silence taking over the air. The guy nodded a little and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. His eyes shot up to Frank's, then he looked away again. He frowned down at the ground, like it offended him in some way or another.
"Whatever," he finally replied, getting up quickly. Frank was confused by him, seems he just saved him and he wasn't even looking or being nice to him. Maybe he was offended by the delay on Frank's thank you? Or something was troubling him? After all, Frank has only just met him and didn't have a right to jump to conclusions yet.
Mikey and Bob reappeared as the guy started to walk in the direction they came from. Mikey watched him as he walked, a confused expression on his face. Frank was sharing that expression, but Bob seemed un-fazed. Mikey turned to Frank, sticking out a hand to help the smaller up. Frank gladly took it and picked himself up off the sand, brushing down his clothes.
"What's up with him?" Frank asked as they began walking to the shaded spot Ray had found. Mikey glanced sympathetically towards him and bit his lip.
"He's a little annoyed, I guess." Mikey began, using his hands as gestures. "He's my brother, remember?" Now that Frank thought about it, really hard thinking actually, he was Mikey's brother. He never saw him much when he and Mikey where younger boys, but he remembered how the older always called him for his height. They don't have a good history, Frank and Mikey's brother, but that's probably why he wasn't being nice to him earlier.
"Well, he goes to the college I go to in England. He got all angry with his room mate though, so they had a fight and Bert moved out to another dorm. Bert's the room mate by the way, but anyway, he moved out and now Gerard's alone. He doesn't like to be alone so I brought him back to Jersey for a little vacation, I guess.
He doesn't like it over here, he said, so now he's double the angry he was before. I feel bad, but we have about two days left here and I guess he'll survive. But anyway, he's looking for a new room mate, and having no luck at all. Gee's not a popular person, you see, so its getting harder to find someone he'll like. Bert was his partner back then too, so I think that's the only reason why he stuck around." Mikey spoke quite slowly, like Frank wouldn't process anything he just said, but he did.
He thought about everything whilst they walked, and considered asking Mikey if he could go back to England with them. He wanted a break from cleaning, and being out here with all the guys seemed to put a smile on his face. Maybe he could move into the college and be Gerard's room mate so he could carry on educating or something. Actually, the more Frank thought about that, the more it seemed like a good idea.
Author: 0haii
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Warnings: Implied/mentions of minor character deaths, sexual scenes, language, violence
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding
NEW! Summary: Frank loses some loved ones whilst he's eighteen and he becomes distant. When a friend suggests he moves to England for a fresh start and a better college, his mood seems to lighten up.
Prologue
Chapter One - Lost
Drowning Lessons
Though Frank could feel the breeze become clearer as he approached the coast, he didn't feel any better than he did whilst cleaning in his house. His friends were right though, he did need to have a little fun and try things out. Surfing was just one of those things you'd never picture Frank doing. He loved the soft clashes of the waves, the smell of salt and fresh air brushing through his hair. He just didn't love the part were he could possibly drown. Death had became a fear for Frank ever since the loss, so accidentally falling off a board will probably freak him out.
Once the car Frank was driving finally reached the dock, he parked up and pulled the key out. He didn't bring much to the beach, only himself, swim shorts, a T-shirt, Vans and sunglasses. It was in the middle of summer, and a surprisingly hot day, so he wouldn't be cold or anything. Frank didn't own a surfboard, so he guessed he could borrow Bobs or rent one.
After five minutes of wandering around, the familiar curly hair came within sight of Frank. He sighed in relief then because he was worried they left without him or something. He called out to Ray, waving like an idiot in the middle of the sand and waited for the wave back. Although it was from a different person, the wave was returned and he ran up to the three boys. The person who waved looked skinny and pale, brown hair straightened down and glasses looking glossy and wet. After about ten seconds of staring, Frank remembered who it was.
"Hey Frank," the brown haired boy greeted shyly, smirking a little. Frank nodded in return.
"Mikey," he replied simply. Mikey smirk turned into a small apologetic look, his eyes blinking. Ray and Bob had greeted Frank too, which he returned. He felt the line coming up, the one about his parents and apologies and all the typical stuff people had said to him when they've met. Mikey never said the line though, only he spoke the sentence with his eyes. Frank thought that Ray had informed him or something, seems he knows not to mention his parents' death.
Mikey's eyes seemed to also have a hint of understanding in them. Although Frank and him haven't spoken since they set off to college in completely separate countries, he could see that Mikey was still the same dorky, loving kid that Frank was best friends with all those years ago. He should of known Mikey would never change, he couldn't have, because Mikey was Mikey, and there's no changing there.
"Okay, so, now we have a full gang, shall we surf for a while?" Bob smiled, gesturing towards the other three guys and himself. Mikey lifted a finger like he was going to say something, only to push his glasses more up the bridge of his nose and close his mouth up again. He shot a small look towards Frank, looking him up and down and smirking again.
"Well, I would but, uh, I don't have a board..." Frank mentioned, kicking the sand a little.
"Never fear!" Ray spoke loudly, but not a shout so he didn't draw attention to them. He knew Frank didn't like public places, or that much attention anymore, so they where all careful to make him feel comfortable. "Toro is here!" He lifted his board, grinning madly.
Frank giggled at that, Ray always seemed to make him giggle. Bob and Mikey chuckled along with him and Frank felt included, like he actually fitted with his friends now, and a little guilty for pushing them away. He realised then that he missed this, just hanging out and laughing to something Ray says, being with other people than his cloth and detergent. It felt nice, and Frank made a mental note to do this more often.
"Alright, now we've settled that, do you now how to surf?" Bob asked Frank, giving him a look that warned Frank to tell the truth or bad things could happen. Frank didn't want to die, so he shook his head and looked at the sand. He was a little embarrassed. Ray tapped his board lightly, knocking the end into Frank and making him look back up.
"I'll teach you, come on," Ray smiled, pointing to the sea, "Let's surf, Fro-Followers!"
***
Frank was panicking, swinging his arms around, kicking his legs and trying to keep air in his lungs. He doesn't know what went wrong. One second, his body was laid upon a blue and white surfboard, reactions telling him to stand up now and not fall off. His mind told his body otherwise though, seems the wave he was supposed to surf crashed into the board and swung it over, throwing his body off the top. The last thing he heard before the water dragged him down was Bob's calls of his name.
This was one of his fears, drowning or dying. Obviously three or four lessons off Ray couldn't make him the best surfer in the world, or fix his fears and instincts. The water was swallowing him up and no matter how hard he kicked or pushed, he sank lower and lower. He wasn't that far out though, so his feet hit the bottom after a couple of seconds. He tried pushing himself up off the floor, but nothing was working, he wasn't getting to the top. The water wasn't that clear, making it hard to see anything he could grab or stand on to get up, and if he could underwater then he'd be crying.
He could hear muffled calls, muffled splashing and silent pleas of his name above the surface. He wished he could swim, he wished he could just reverse and say he didn't want to come out to beach today. The water was swirling around him, his ears felt filled with the liquid even though all he could hear above the cries and splashing was his heart beating a mile a minute.
The breath he had held for so long was running short, making his lungs hurt a little with the lack of oxygen. This was it, he had no help and no one was near by to help him either. He was going to die there, in the water, from falling off a fucking surfboard. He never imagined his death like this, he thought it would be a little more exciting, or at least from old age or in a natural sleep. On the bright side, he would be with his parents soon, right?
Just as he began feeling himself passing out slowly, his vision blurred more and more, his body giving up, a person's fingers wrapped around his forearm and violently pulled him upwards, the water rushing past his slightly limp body. Once he hit air, he took the deepest breath he had ever took in his life. He began coughing furiously, trying to get some water out of his nose and lungs to even notice who had practically just saved his life. The person scooped him up and pulled him with one arm and splashed around for a while. Frank felt some other hands attach to his body and pull him further to the coast.
When he felt the floor bump against his body, the hands slowly remove themselves and drag him onto a nearby towel, he closed his eyes and finally passed out.
***
He could hear the waves clashing, the breeze blowing and small, quiet questions and responses being thrown around him. As soon as he was awake and breathing quickly, some water came up in his mouth, making him cough violently. He didn't have time for opening his eyes as he sat up and tried to get it all out on the sand beside him, not noticing the calls of he's awake! or he's okay!
A hand patted down on his back, helping him heave more and clear his throat. Once the whole thing was over, he leant back on his elbows and slowly blinked his eyes open. He remembered the board, how he forgot to stand up so the waves knocked him off, how he sank and struggled, how someone had dragged him back to shore with the help of the others. He didn't remember who it was, hell, he didn't even know at that time. He had lost consciousness before he could open his eyes and see who saved him.
He wanted to thank who ever it was, but he didn't trust his voice at the moment. He saw Mikey, Ray, Bob and some other guy he's never seen before sat around him. The guy he'd never met before was eating something that looked like cut up pieces of apple and Mikey was wiping his glasses on the wet T-shirt he was wearing. Bob looked unimpressed with him, his eyes slightly glaring at Frank laid before him. Ray was touching his face and feeling Frank's face, ears, arms, or body for anywhere that hurt or seemed hurt.
Frank laughed a little at Ray's acts and told he was fine. His voice seemed croaky and rough, probably from the possible drowning act that almost happened just then. He looked at everyone again, who in which were back to doing their own things. Bob wasn't glaring anymore, so that was a good improvement. Guy-he'd-never-met-before was staring at him hopelessly, munching on an apple piece or whatever that was in the little zip-lock bag. His eyes where such a colour of hazel that made Frank want to copy and paste it into everyone else's eyes. It was a truly beautiful colour.
"Hi," the guy said after a stare down he had with Frank, not even bothering to stick a hand out for Frank to shake.
"Hey," Frank replied shakily, gulping down what he thought was water but could easily be mistaken as vomit. The guy's eyes changed suddenly, they went darker and harder, almost deeper. They stared at each other for some time before the guy looked away, his short-ish black hair flipping a little in wind.
Mikey cleared his throat awkwardly, as did Bob mention he's going to find a shaded place for them. He glared at Ray for a while, his hands on his hips as if he was waiting for something. Ray said he'd accompany him and hit Mikey on the arm. Mikey got up too, leaving Frank and this stranger alone with each other. Frank didn't feel as comfortable as he did earlier with just this guy, but he guessed they'd talk and everything would be fine.
When Mikey, Bob and Ray had gone out of sight and along the coast, the guy looked over at Frank again. He seemed to study the smaller for a while, looking from his eyes to his damp T-shirt, to his legs and feet, then back up to his eyes. It was a little intimidating, but Frank could live with it. He eyed him right back, with the same vibe in his eyes. All through high school he's dealt with people judging and bullying him, and if this guy wanted to join his hate list then he could handle it.
"So I don't get a thank you?" He spat bitterly, pushing another fruit piece into his mouth. Frank was taken back for a second, wondering why he wanted thanks off him.
"What?" Frank asked, sitting up into a straight sitting position. His elbows where starting to hurt.
"Well, considering I just saved your ass from drowning, I think I deserve some thanks," the explained, looking down at the sand and running his fingers through it. Frank was shocked at this, for he thought it was Ray, Bob or Mikey who saved him. He didn't expect a complete stranger to help him, or even see him. Frank slowly started to feel bad for not knowing and not using the manners his parents taught him.
"T-thank you," Frank stuttered out in a rush, the shock of the situation finally clearing up in his mind. "I thought I was going to die out there, thank you for helping me,"
The guy smirked a little, but then the expression was quickly washed off. He was frowning at the golden ground, flicking it at the fabric Frank was sat on. It got awkward after that, the silence taking over the air. The guy nodded a little and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. His eyes shot up to Frank's, then he looked away again. He frowned down at the ground, like it offended him in some way or another.
"Whatever," he finally replied, getting up quickly. Frank was confused by him, seems he just saved him and he wasn't even looking or being nice to him. Maybe he was offended by the delay on Frank's thank you? Or something was troubling him? After all, Frank has only just met him and didn't have a right to jump to conclusions yet.
Mikey and Bob reappeared as the guy started to walk in the direction they came from. Mikey watched him as he walked, a confused expression on his face. Frank was sharing that expression, but Bob seemed un-fazed. Mikey turned to Frank, sticking out a hand to help the smaller up. Frank gladly took it and picked himself up off the sand, brushing down his clothes.
"What's up with him?" Frank asked as they began walking to the shaded spot Ray had found. Mikey glanced sympathetically towards him and bit his lip.
"He's a little annoyed, I guess." Mikey began, using his hands as gestures. "He's my brother, remember?" Now that Frank thought about it, really hard thinking actually, he was Mikey's brother. He never saw him much when he and Mikey where younger boys, but he remembered how the older always called him for his height. They don't have a good history, Frank and Mikey's brother, but that's probably why he wasn't being nice to him earlier.
"Well, he goes to the college I go to in England. He got all angry with his room mate though, so they had a fight and Bert moved out to another dorm. Bert's the room mate by the way, but anyway, he moved out and now Gerard's alone. He doesn't like to be alone so I brought him back to Jersey for a little vacation, I guess.
He doesn't like it over here, he said, so now he's double the angry he was before. I feel bad, but we have about two days left here and I guess he'll survive. But anyway, he's looking for a new room mate, and having no luck at all. Gee's not a popular person, you see, so its getting harder to find someone he'll like. Bert was his partner back then too, so I think that's the only reason why he stuck around." Mikey spoke quite slowly, like Frank wouldn't process anything he just said, but he did.
He thought about everything whilst they walked, and considered asking Mikey if he could go back to England with them. He wanted a break from cleaning, and being out here with all the guys seemed to put a smile on his face. Maybe he could move into the college and be Gerard's room mate so he could carry on educating or something. Actually, the more Frank thought about that, the more it seemed like a good idea.