Could I, Should I? (Frerard)

Not much of a talker.

"And this is where you'll be sleeping." The tall and muscular man said. He had given me a little tour around the camp. Things weren't like in expensive hotels, but I didn't expect them to. "Boys and girls are mixed. We expect you to be mature enough to sleep mixed without having sex. If we found out this did happen, you'll have to leave."

I nodded, walking over to one of the - still free - beds, and dropped my bags on it. I chose one of the bottom beds since I'm afraid of heights. It's stupid, but I can't help it. "I'll leave you on your own now. You're free to walk around the camp and socialize with some of the others. But please, do not interrupt any on going training. Trainings are very important." I nodded. "Oh and by the way. You'll meet your recruiter and some of the other civilians at the group meet up tonight." He spoke, turning around and walking off.

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"No! Duuudee! You needed butter in there!" I heard someone yell, laughing from the kitchen.

"But I hate butter.." I quietly walked towards the already opened door. Back against the wall. I just stood there, listening to their conversation.

"You eat cookies, right?"

"Yeah?" He spoke, more like a question.

"Well there's butter in there too."

"EW! NO WAY!" I chuckled at the stupid conversation. Was this person really that stupid, not to know?

Without me even realizing, it went completely quiet. "What are you doing?" I jumped, which felt like 6ft, in the air. My eyes were widened, and my voice made some weird noises, not knowing what to say.

"I- Uh.."

He chuckled. "It's fine. Glad you had fun listening to our conversation." I looked down at my feet awkwardly. "You're new here, aren't you?" I nodded. "Not much of a talker either I see."

I wanted to say something, but didn't know anything. All I said was "Eh." and that's it. Well done Frank. 'Well as long as you don't tell them you're gay, you should be fine.' I told myself. How stupid it may sound, it was true. So far everyone has judged me as soon as I told someone about it. I'd get pushed against lockers, or followed by groups of taller people on my way home.

"Ey, there's no need to be a talker." He spoke up, placing a hand on my shoulder, causing my head to snap up but immediately look back down after, knowing I'd probably turn red any time soon. "My brother never used to be much of a talker either. I kinda learned living with it I guess." I sighed slightly in relieve. Most people would think I'm boring, or annoying for not continuing further on the conversation. "By the way, I'm Gerard. Gerard Way." He said smiling, removing his hand from my shoulder and holding it in front of me to shake.

I shook his hand with my sweaty one. "Frank."