Be My Romeo

8. Pretend Is All

Frank's POV

I walked to the front of the school, seeing Gerard and sighing as I grabbed the back of his shirt to get him to my level. "Geez! Let go, bitch," I heard him snap, feeling a leg hit the back of my calf and push my leg to the ground. In his defense, I shouldn't have tried to get him down to my level, I sense that error in my impulse decision now. My knee collided with the cement, though my grip on Gerard made him come down with me. "Let. Go. You two-ton son of a bitch," He snarled, pushing my arm and somehow maneuvering it to be pinned against my back. "Hey! Let go of my leg first," I squeaked, feeling a pinching in my elbow as he held it there.

"Okay, three, two, one," Gerard whispered, moving away and unhooking ourselves, though I caught sight of his peeved expression. "You do that again and I'll pin you to the ground in the dirt," Gerard threatened, brushing off his sleeves and standing up. "Maybe that's what I wanted to happen, you never know. Anyway-" I got up, brushing off my pants and standing in front of him as he avoided my gaze. "I was wondering if you wanted to practice the stage kiss, seeing as it's an important piece or whatever," I reminded him, looking at his face.

"I made a promise first," Gerard mumbled, grabbing his bag and starting to walk away. "Would you mind if I tagged along?" I asked, walking beside him and seeing him stop. "Would you leave me alone? It's weird that you're smothering me, people already think I'm weird and I don't need you following me and making up some rumor to make it worse," He murmured, walking away with his hands tightly holding his bag strap. "Well, here, after you're done we can meet up," I offered, grabbing my notebook and tearing a page out. I wrote down my address, handing it to Gerard.

"Fine... I'll see you in a little bit," Gerard sighed out, disappearing around the corner. I looked around, taking a running start for the school wall and clinging to the top of it. It was only 6 feet, but jumping made it a bit easier; at least I wasn't at a disadvantage with this skill. I flung myself over the top, sitting up before seeing Gerard walking a little fast down the sidewalk. I hopped down, tucking and rolling as I silently followed. I hid behind a bush that grew against the cemetery gate, seeing him enter by barely sliding through the heavy gates. I ran silently around to where Gerard was; in the back with all the graves that were covered in dirt.

I ran around to the corner, jumping the fence and barely making it to the roof of the mausoleum. I sat on the rough roof, peeking over and seeing him drop to his knees in front of one of the graves. I could hear him talking a little, not much of the words but the sound of his voice carrying through the chill spring air. I watched him clean the headstone, being thorough as he talked. I wondered what he was saying, though I wasn't even supposed to be here, I could never tell anyone I was here.

Gerard stretched, kissing his two fingers and placing them on the headstone as he stood up. He took his bag, stretched out, and left. I watched as he walked, though I felt like a stalker as I hopped down off the mausoleum. I sauntered over to the grave, looking down at the headstone. "Elena Way..." I whispered to myself, taking a second to let it click that it could have been someone he loved. I looked around, again, but then I saw no one in sight. I had to be home before Gerard came over. I stepped back, giving my respects.

"It's nice to meet you, I don't know what you mean to him, but I'm sorry he lost you... Maybe I'll come back to visit again with Gerard- don't tell him I was here, he'd kill me," I said, though inside I knew he wouldn't know unless I told him. I moved to wave goodbye and then took off running. Gerard walked fast, seeing as his legs were longer than mine, but I ran faster than he walked. I saw him up ahead, panicking and going behind houses, running through a few backyards and accidentally getting cut by a grill edge.

It wasn't too deep, but I knew it had to be cleaned up when I eventually made it home. I saw the treehouse up ahead, running to the door and kind of limping as I got inside. I lifted my pant leg as I got the door closed, panting as the blood soaked my hand. I saw it drip onto the floor, getting up and keeping it, or at least attempting to, from dripping on the floor. There was a mess to clean up, but I had to clean the source first.