Could I, Should I? (Frerard)

Passed.

Every single one of us had one fake human to shoot on. A soon as the sign would be given, we had to fire. It's the first time for most of us. Some already had stuff going on with weapons in their past. Like Gerard.

[Thowback last night]

The passed few weeks, all of us had become a lot closer. So same for me and Gerard (which I don't mind at all). He's such a nice person and I think I might have started to get feelings for him.

But i don't want to.

I pushed the thought of me and Gerard being together (in a romantic way) out of my head and decided to just start about something. It might help.

"Tomorrow we finally get to work with weapons." I spoke, smiling to myself as we both walked to the edge of the hill. The camp is somewhere hidden in the woods and happens to be surrounded by some hills.

Gerard chuckled, sitting down on the edge and moving his legs back and forth."You seem very excited about that."

"Maybe 'cause I am?" I almost yelled, now sitting next to him. I looked at Gerard. Pokerface. Just like his brother. The weird thing is, he barely ever has that. He always seems so happy and smiles pretty much all the time. "Aren't you?" A deep sigh escaped his mouth. He shook his head, looking down at his legs as his bit down on his lip. "Why?"

"Long story."

"Tell meee." I begged.

"I don't know." He looked down at me. "Stop pouting." He chuckled. "How about.. I tell you my story, if you tell me your secret."

How the fuck did he know I have a secret. I never told anyone.

Just then I remembered. I told Mikey. God, He must've teased Gerard with it. Note to self: Never tell Mikey anything.

"Don't know.. I only know you for a few weeks now."

"Oh C'mon! Don't you trust me? We're good friends after all. I swear, I won't tell anyone." Gerard spoke.

Friends..

"Pinky promise?"

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "You're such a child." He then held up his pinky.

"Now tell me your story."

Slowly he ran his fingers through his perfect hair, letting out another deep sigh. "A few years ago I was struggling with some stuff. The basic story. Didn't have many friends. Yet it was the wrong moment to make any. Someday you just get so desperate.." He started tugging a bit on the grass, pulling each out one by one. "One day I met this guy and at first he seemed like a nice lad, but soon he had taken off his mask. All the niceness was all part of the act."

"I don't see what this has to do with weapons." I spoke up, a bit confused.

"I'm not there yet." I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Something happened with my mom and we didn't have enough money so him being ' a good friend ' gave me the money so we could pay for all that was needed to get my mom better. I thought it was just a gift, but it wasn't. He started complaining about how he wanted his money back, but I couldn't give it back since I didn't even have money to spend on something small for myself."

"Still don't get where this is going."

"Be patient." He said annoyed. "I told him that there wouldn't be a chance that I'd be able to pay him back the money any time soon. He then told me he knew a way so I agreed and waited for him to tell me what it was. Apparently he was in a gang. Killing people and that kind of stuff was what they did. He wanted me to do the same and I regret every single thing of what happened that night.." His voice sounded as if his throat was dry. Barely above a whisper the last part was said.

I stayed silent, looking down at the trees under the edge. I mumbled a "I'm sorry." but that was all. Didn't know anything else to say.

"Anyway." Gerard spoke up after an awkward silence. My eyes widened in shock as he spoke "Now tell me your secret."

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A/N: Sorry that it's taking so long for them to finally shoot but the flashbacks are kinda important.