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Title: This Book Is All Lies
Author: Emelie
Pairing: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG-13/R (same reason as before)
Summary: One day a new guy shows up, and changes everything.
Note: I own nothing of this, not even the plot. It’s based on Peter Pohl’s wonderful book “Janne, Min Vän” (Go read it! The English title is “Johnny, my friend”) Nothing will ever come up to the greatness of that book, this story will just hide in the shadows while the original shines. Thanks to forever_drownin for beta <3

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You don't remember how it started but for some reason Gerard started to come home with you a few nights a week. You spent those nights with him just talking in your room or sitting in the kitchen with your parents. You could tell that at those moments it was the real Gerard that showed up. He didn't have to prove anything for anyone, he didn't have to do stupid things to get respect. He could just be who he was. There was no one there that wanted to hurt him, not that there were in other places either, but it seemed like he thought so. But you got a sudden need to laugh at him when it appeared that he had no clue what a milk carton was. But you didn't, because if you had you knew he would just run away. You just showed him how to use it and he looked like milk cartons was the best invention ever.

You had a feeling that Gerard didn't have a family, not an ordinary family anyway, by the way he acted in your house. Simple things like your mom coming into your room and asking if you wanted a cup of tea and a sandwich, because she and your dad were having some, made him shine like a sun. Every time she asked that you said yes and soon it became a tradition to have a night sandwich with your parents.

After one or two or three hours, when Gerard had to go home, he told you that you were lucky, you're so lucky Frank.

You wanted to ask him why, what was so lucky about your life? But you didn't have time before he was flying away down the street on his bike.

You couldn't understand him, how were you lucky? Not that you were unhappy, but you had nothing special. You had your room filled with books, CD's and homework that was enough for anyone to consider suicidal. You had a mom that could barely speak English, but she did her best. You had a dad that worked in an office eight hours a day looking at important papers saying "hmm", then he went to important meetings and exchanged important "hmm's" with other important men. At least you were sure his days were like that when you were a kid. And you had a sister that never seemed to be home.

She used to come home late at night and go straight to bed. Sometimes when she was early Gerard was still there. You never forget their first meeting, you were in the kitchen eating the night sandwich with your parents as usual when she came. Her head poked into the kitchen, probably to say good night, but when she saw Gerard she got totally stuck. She stared paralysed at him, before she stepped into the room and started to play with his hair. You wanted to sink through the ground at that moment, how can a sister be allowed to be so embarrassing?

"Wow..." she said dreamily, "wow... Your hair is amazing..."

Gerard didn't say a thing, he just tried to escape her hands that were totally buried in his black hair. He looked like he wanted to sink through the ground too. You two could keep each other company in the cellar.

Your parents had to tell your sister to leave Gerard and his wonderful hair alone, and as soon as she did Gerard hurried to the door to leave for the night.

After that he always made sure that he was gone before she came home. Only a few times they met in the hallway, and every time that happened she got that weird look in her eyes, like she had been taking some really strange drug. Apparently his hair spellbound her.

How could he think that you were lucky? You had to live with her all the time.

*

Life with the gang went on as usual, you met up almost every afternoon when you had come home from school. Everyone that used to hang around the skate park knew who Gerard was by now. They knew what he was able to do and that it was no use to start an argument with him.

But of cause there were always some people that tried to stretch the lines, he had to prove that he was as superb as the rumours said he was. And of course he couldn't back out when it started to get serious.

This particular event started like every other one. Two big dudes, not Greenfrog this time but you think it was his friends, said that Gerard couldn't balance over the railing at the South Bridge. Gerard started with saying that it was impossible, but after a while of random arguing and insulting he had turned the discussion in a direction where he had to do it. But only for a good amount of money.

This time you didn't listen to the conversation, you knew where it was going before it started. So while they were debating you kept on skating. You couldn't stop yourself from over-hearing them though, and you couldn't help your heart sinking down deep into your stomach.

Gerard didn't seem affected at all by what he was going to do, while it scared you out of your mind.

The bridge was stationed to the right side of the skate park, were it took a road from one of the hills to another, over the street where Gerard almost got run over by a bus a few weeks earlier. The bridge was high up in the air and the road underneath it was busy with a lot of traffic. You remembered when you were five or six years old, a girl had jumped from the bridge and she had died immediately. The kid you were couldn't understand why she jumped, but your mum had explained that it was because she was so sad she was sick. You didn't understand that either, but now you did. If Gerard fell from that bridge you knew you didn't want to live anymore.

When it was time for Gerard's suicidal bet the gang followed him to the beginning of the bridge, or the end, depending on which side you saw it, to show him support. Everyone but you seemed thrilled and convinced that he was going to make it.

The two guys that got him into this were standing at the sidewalk, checking so there was no cheating going on.

You stayed away from everything, keeping yourself at a safe distance. Like that was making things safer, but to you it felt like that.

Gerard got up on the narrow railing and started to walk forward. At first he walked slowly, taking each step carefully, but after a while he got more confident. You tried to keep your eyes nailed to the ground, that way you wouldn't se him fall. But you would hear his scream.

No scream came though, so after a while you peeked up at the black Snow White at the railing, to see what was going on. He was swaying a bit now - he was halfway over the bridge.

Suddenly you felt a tear running down your cheek as he continued walking with his arms stretched out to keep his balance. It would be beautiful if it wasn't dead serious. One more tear followed the first one, making wet streaks on your cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity he was at the other side. He stayed up on the railing while the rest of the guys were standing on the ground talking to him. For a while it looked like he was going back the way he came. You promised yourself that if he did you would force him down, or your soul would fall apart.

Luckily he made a graceful jump down onto the safe ground again. He got his money and after that he walked back over the bridge with the rest of the gang. You saw him looking at you, smiling, happy that he passed the test. As his gaze met yours you felt a sudden anger well up inside of you. An anger that made you hurry away from him.

After only a few steps you felt a hand on your shoulder that forced you to stop and to turn around.

"Frank?" Gerard said with worry in his voice. You glared at him.

"Wasn't that worth anything?" he looked deep in your eyes.

"Less then one point,” you muttered.

"You've..." He stroked his finger over your wet cheek. You turned your head away from his touch, not wanting him to see you like this.

"Frank?" he pleaded quietly, "look at me?"

"Don't do things like that again..." you finally obeyed and looked at him.

"What?"

"No more dangerous shit?"

"No, no more dangerous stuff," he promised seriously. "Can you smile now?"

You shrugged.

"Please?" he said making the cutest face. You couldn't help but giving him a slight smile. And suddenly you felt his lips against yours.

He kissed you fast but soft. Far too fast. You had barley time to react before he was gone and too far away for you to reach.

You grabbed your skateboard and went home, feeling a weird little happy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something had happened to you this afternoon, you just weren't quite sure what yet.




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