Be My Romeo

12. Take The Compliment

Gerard's POV

I looked at my phone, sitting on my bed and frowning as I set out the debate with myself. I stood up pacing to the other side of the room to verbally debate it with myself... In an empty room. "On one hand, it would be okay, maybe, get a break from what we have been doing," I whispered to myself moving to another spot facing where I had been. "And on the other hand, you could get totally rejected because he's basically known as the popular badass that has girls throwing themselves at him," I countered. It was stupid in the logical sense, talking to myself as if I was debating with another person, but I didn't need logic right now.

"Well, he's gotten closer to you, it wouldn't hurt to try," I whispered, looking at my phone and smirking. "That's too easy and you know it," I purred, pacing a little to the other side of the room. "You're awkward, what could you offer to do here that would make him want to come? Your room is a mess... Are you trying to woo him?" I spat, blushing as I shut my mouth. I don't know where that came from, but I still had a point. "You're aware he's probably sitting at home doing nothing, what's the worst you could do? And there is such thing as my painting room," I sang, grabbing my phone.

"... This is so stupid, just call him," I told myself, clicking the call button on his contact and holding it up to my ear. I heard it ringing, almost tripping over my clothes and blushing as I heard Frank panting. I froze, listening to him for a minute. "Um- Gerard, you there?" He asked, which snapped me out of it as I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. What are you doing?" I asked in a small quiet voice, kind of thinking of one thing he could have been doing that was making him pant so loudly.

"I am grabbing clothes to take a shower, 'cause I'm all sweaty, why?" He asked, and I could hear moving in the background. "Oh- um, was wondering if you wanted to come over and... Hang out?" I asked, my voice hopefully not being too quiet. I heard only Frank moving, a door shutting, and a sigh. "Yeah, I'll be over in... I don't know, just text me your address and I'll come by once I'm done with my shower," He responded, to which I put the phone away from my ear and let out a sigh of relief, holding it back up to my ear. "Yeah, that's- that works," I sighed out, chuckling as Frank said a quick goodbye, hanging up.

"Yes! I told you!" I screamed, dancing around the room and then feeling that slow-motion fall as I realized I tripped over a shirt that was on my floor. I laughed a bit, laying there and letting out a content sigh. I eventually got up, cleaning the house a little bit so it didn't look like its care had been neglected; even though it was ignored and forgotten because we all weren't thinking about it. It either took a while or Frank takes fast showers because as soon as I was about to sit down, I heard a hard knock on the door. It's not like I was fit in any way, so as soon as I tried to stand midway through sitting down, I fell and could feel the thud vibrate through the floor. I sighed, feeling like I've become a lot more clumsy lately, going to the door and opening it.

"Um- hey," Frank stuttered, though I was seriously wondering why he was blushing now. I moved for him to come in, to which he slowly entered, his gaze only leaving my face to look around. "Nice ponytail, by the way, it looks rad," He mumbled, though it made me realize I had one in. Did he say bad? To be sure, I pulled out of the ponytail, putting the band around my wrist before raking my hands through my hair to flatten it. My hair had grown longer since I still haven't gotten my haircut, though I didn't have the time right now.

I looked at Frank, seeing a small frown resting on his lips before realizing it, changing it to a small smile. "Um- my painting room is upstairs," I stammered, pointing to the steep stairs. "Why not your bedroom?" He asked, to which I scoffed and chuckled. I'm a teenage boy, what do you think? "Haven't had the time to clean it, but my painting room is always clean since I haven't had time to go in there much. Follow me," I commanded, going towards the stairs and seeing Frank following after a little shock or something.