Frerard - We're Just Friends (Part 1 of The 'Just Friends' Series)

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Frank practically threw himself off Gerard's lap, hitting the ground with a thud, at the sound of Lindsey's voice. He scrambled to his feet and looked down at the floor to where Gerard was still sat, looking strangely calm.

"Gerard?" she shouted again.

He now huffed and rose to his feet. He just looked at her as though he had no explaining to do. Then, he sighed a little and took a small step towards her.

"I'm sorry" he simply said.

"What the fuck is going on Gerard?" she shouted, her face contorted with absolute rage. "Why the fuck are you making out with your 'roommate'?" she spat.

"I, um........we...."

He didn't know what to tell her. Because he didn't know. He didn't know what the hell was going on with him and Frank. One minute they're both straight, with girlfriends to boot, and the next they declaring they want more than to be just friends and devouring each other's mouths.

"It's my faulty" Frank suddenly stepped a little closer. He felt bad for the position Gerard was in; having Lindsey find him kissing a guy.

"I don't fucking doubt that for a minute" she said with a spiteful laugh as she turned towards him. "I knew the minute I saw you that you were some weirdo little faggot."

Frank looked completely taken aback by her venom.

"Lindsey!" Gerard shouted now.

He was surprised by her words. She wasn't homophobic, he knew that. But he couldn't exactly blame her for being upset at this very moment. Could he?

Still, she continued her tirade, shouting expletives and insults towards Frank, making him recoil in fear almost, until he finally decided he ought to not be here. It was something between Gerard and Lindsey and they clearly needed to be alone to talk about it.

He backed away and let out a huge sigh as he rounded the corner of the house where he just leaned back against the wall. He could hear Lindsey and Gerard arguing and pressed the palms of his hands over his face in an attempt hide away from the situation. His pocket suddenly began to buzz and he instinctively retrieved his phone from within, cursing when he saw Jamia's name illuminated on the screen.

"Oh fuck" he cursed through gritted teeth.

He hadn't even given her a second thought when he was clambering onto Gerard and prying open his mouth. She hadn't even entered his head, being too busy trying to control the raging boner that was threatening to press into his friend's groin as he sat straddling him.

What a shitty person he was. He was overcome with guilt, but not quite enough to answer the call and talk to Jamia. No. He let it ring out. Again. And again. She kept calling until he finally answered as he opened the door to his mom's house.

"Yeah?" He angrily answered.

"Frank?" Jamia began. "Where've you been? I've be calling and calling."

"Mhm" he replied. "I noticed."

Sure, he still felt guilty, but more than anything he just couldn't be bothered talking to her. He listened, however, as she rambled on about some friend of hers who was having a rough time and how she wouldn't be able to see him next weekend as they'd planned, because her friend needed her.

God, he was so relieved. He pretended he was sorry, but he wasn't. The thought of having to see her after what he'd done tonight was terrifying. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it from her. She was like a fucking detective, and always sensed when Frank was worrying, or worse still, lying to her.

They said their goodbyes and Frank dropped onto the sofa, reliving the events of the night in his mind.

God. He had wanted it so much. Wanted Garard. He couldn't keep denying it. Lying to himself. He knew deep down that he had felt something for Gee from early on. He knew it, but he had tried to lie to himself.

His mom came down stairs having heard him come home. She asked about his night and he pretended it was fine, but he knew she didn't really believe him as she gave him a hug and then went to make some tea. Life was so simple when he lived here with his mom - no Gerard to mess with his head. He found himself dreading going back to college.

He heard his phone buzz again and reluctantly reached for it, expecting another message from Jamia.

'Im going to make my own way back to college tomorrow' it simply read.

Frank didn't know how to take that. He didn't know how to understand anything at this moment in time. Did he love Jamia? Fuck - did he love Gerard? Was Gerard angry with him? He just had no idea.

He again said goodbye to his mom the following day and reluctantly drove back to college. He just didn't know what reaction he was going to receive from his roommate. He was honestly dreading seeing him.

He made his way up the stairs and sighed a breath of relief when he realised Gerard wasn't back yet. He unpacked his few bits that he'd taken with him and then settled down for the night.

He heard the door open quietly and looked up to see Gerard shuffle in. He looked like he was trying to tread quietly in case Frank was asleep. When he glanced over and saw him awake though, he simply stopped and offered a little smile.

Frank looked at him. He seemed like he'd been through the mill. His hair was messy as though he'd been dragging his hands though it, and his eyes looked a little sad. His smile was still gorgeous though and Frank couldn't help but give a little smile back.

Frank sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. Gerard took the same position on his bed so that they were both facing one another. Neither looked the other in the eye; both averting their gaze.

"So?" Frank finally inquired, daring to look up.

"Yeah" Gerard started. "We broke up."

"Shit. I'm sorry Gee."

"It's ok" he replied with a little shrug. "It was inevitable really" he added.

"Oh?" Frank questioned.

"Well yes" Gerard confirmed. "It hasn't been working out for a while now."

"And the fact that I can't stop thinking of you hasn't really helped" he added quietly, testing the waters so to speak.

Frank gulped and met his friend's eyes. He simply nodded in agreement, before taking the single step that was needed to reach Gerard and sliding his hands around his neck.

Gerard looked up at Frank stood inches from him, and allowed his hands to wrap around his slim waist, pulling him down towards him. Frank complied, and once again found himself straddling Gerard before dropping his head and allowing their lips to meet, sighing into the sensation and kissing him deeply.