Be My Romeo

13. Don't Be Suspicious

Frank's POV

I was walking with my backpack in my hand, looking around me to make sure no one saw me. I'm positive I looked shifty or suspicious as I constantly looked around to see if anyone was following me; paranoid, I know. Sure, I could have gone through backyards and shit, but I couldn't jump fences with the cut on my leg. It was in that annoying stage where it itched a little, so you have to try itching around it, but the bandage made it even more difficult. As I approached the gate to the cemetery, I looked around one last time, slipping in and slightly running towards the back of the cemetery.

It was weird, being in a cemetery on a Saturday afternoon like this, but I felt like if Gerard had comfort in doing this then I could too. I came across her grave; Elena Way. Her name rang in my brain for a while, smiling slightly as I sat down on the grass. "Hi, again," I whispered, feeling unsure of being here and just talking with a gravestone. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and opened it to grab the cleaner along with a washcloth. I sprayed on some of the cleaner, rubbing away the dirt to see the marble concrete.

"You know, the play your... I don't know what he is to you, forgot about that. In the play Gerard is in, I'm the lead with him. It debuts in a week, which is kind of stressing me out, and I'm sure it's doing the same for Gerard," I admitted, sighing as cleaned the back of the headstone. I felt the warm breeze against my back, sitting back with the washcloth in hand, staring at her grave. I finished cleaning the headstone up a bit, seeing a bouquet of roses and irises, moving them to sit properly on the base.

"You know, I don't know if he talks about me or anything, that's the whole reason I came here... He talks to you, and maybe this is just my way of talking to him without actually talking about it with him," I confessed, sighing and realizing that it really did sound stupid. I put the washcloth in my bag, zipping it up and cleaning my hands off with some water I put in my bag. "You know, he's a really cool dude... Cute too," I stammered, imagining if ghosts did exist, that she would've gasped.

"I don't know, I've spent a lot of time with him now, it's so weird, but I'm not able to date him or anything. I'm supposed to be this badass that gets quick fucks and leaves, ya know?" I shamefully admitted, but it felt good to get off my chest. It was so heavy to carry all the time, but I was never like that.

"People claim to have been... Dicked down by me, or that they pinned me, but I haven't even done any of that. I've given an unsuccessful blowjob as a dare when I was 15, but the guy gave me grace and told everyone I ate him out. Sorry, by the way, I haven't told anyone this," I apologized, laughing a little. "It's not like I've never thought of doing it, I think of it when I'm- um, yeah, that's not something I'd say to you, sorry," I apologized, cutting myself off in the nick of time.

"You know what's the worst thing? I've been roped into it and I don't want to... I don't want everything to change. No one approaches me, no one hurts me, girls might throw themselves at me all the time, but I ignore it and it's way better than coming home with bruises," I sighed out, curling up into a ball. "I don't know how Gerard does it, gets no attention and has everyone leave him alone," I clarified, grabbing the water and taking a drink from my throat getting dry. I wiped my mouth, getting the excess water off.

"It's funny how my social skills are terrible, but here I am, talking to a dead woman I don't know... No offense. If Gerard likes you, I guess I would too. It would have been nice to meet you though," I whispered, leaning back against the headstone and looking at the flowers. "I'm kind of tired of just... Pretending I could never catch feelings for someone," I whispered. It was proven wrong that I couldn't, and I had fallen hard. "My mom says I'm a hopeless romantic, but no one needs to know that, I don't need them to. It's not like I'd tell him either, I die with these feelings... Or at least I hope I won't do anything stupid because of it," I chuckled, looking at the headstone and nodding. I had gotten comfortable with this, and it was more different than whispering to myself; it felt freeing.

"I'm glad you were in Gerard's life, he seems to be happy when he visits, he was when he came over the day I got this cut on my leg. I think I said hi to you," I remembered, looking around and seeing someone entering the gates way up ahead. "Oh, shit- sorry, I gotta go," I blurted out, standing up and grabbing my bag. "It was nice talking, thanks for listening. I'll come back someday, maybe with Gerard," I told her, smiling and going over to hide by the mausoleum. I climbed up to the roof, with a little difficulty of course. I got up to the edge, jumping to the fence and then doing a shoulder roll into the grass below.

"Geez- fuck," I whispered/yelled, sighing as I stood up and walked home. It was high time I got something to eat, forgetting to before I left, which could be why I felt a little tired. I unlocked the door, going straight to the kitchen after locking it back. I boiled water for some Ramen, feeling my stomach growl painfully as I waited.

To distract myself, I went over and grabbed my phone, looking at my texts. One of them stood out, even from my mom's text; it was Gerard's. I leaned against the counter, feeling some relief from being on my feet.

Gee: Hey, how have you been?

You: Not bad, just got back from a walk.

I almost put my phone down before I saw the text below mine.

Gee: That's good, just wanted to check in to see if you were studying.

You: Yeah, I got some practice in this morning. Though I gotta eat, I'll have to talk to you later.

Gee: No problem, don't forget to drink water too. Later, Frank.

Technically, Ramen did have water. I looked over, seeing the water boiling and turning it off. I took off the lid to the cup of noodles, poured in the water, and closed the lid again. I waited for a bit longer, sighing as I finally gave in. I poured out some of the juice in a separate cup, seeing as I hated soggy noodles; they tasted slimy too. I sat down, turned on the TV, and started eating as I thought of seeing Gerard tomorrow.