It's literally been like 3 months..... sorry
Gerard's P.O.V
I lay on my bed, playing with the hem of my shirt and staring at the blank ceiling. Ma was cooking and I could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. I stroked the blanket that lay underneath my left thigh, my hands sinking into the warm, fuzzy material. I tried to analyse what had happened with Frank last night, because I always over-think things too much.
After the party I took Frank back to his house. He gave me his blades, all of them. I'm really fucking proud of him and I know how much courage that must've taken. I know I couldn't be that brave. He told me that he wanted to get better and that he trusted me. I had butterflies in my stomach when he was pouring my heart our to me. He was still pretty shaken up about what had happened with Beth though. Frank kinda seemed annoyed at what I had done. Like what the hell!? I was doing him a favour... wasn't I?
This made me question everything. Frank was honestly the best thing that ever happened to me, and I was pretty certain that I had made a positive impact on his life too. But recently he had been acting really weird. He seemed really distant and not as loving as he used to be. I'm scared that he's becoming sick of me - most people run away when they get to know the real me.
I really wanted to talk to him about it but I'm scared that he'll do something stupid. The thing is that I'm really fond of Frank, but he doesn't seem as fond of me as I am of him. I really love him.
Frank's P.O.V
Love.... I'm not too sure about the whole love thing. I feel as though people now-a-days just throw around the word love and they never seem to really mean it. I never use the 'L' word unless I really mean it. I feel like its unfair to use the word love for no reason. It gets peoples hopes up.
My mom has just gone out to buy something. I sat on the sofa, staring at the tv screen. There was a show on the tv which I had never seen before, it seemed to be about these two brothers who had a family business. They were like demon hunters or something, idk.
I heard a knock at the door, and went to let my mom in. She had probably left her keys in the kitchen. When I opened the door, I was met with someone who was not my mother at all.
Standing In front of me was a teenage boy, maybe slightly older than me. He was a bit taller than me and had brown hair. The boy had a similar clothing style to me and looked vaguely familiar.
"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked the boy stood in front of me.
"Yeah, I'm pete.. wentz.... from the party.....?"
He seemed to be questioning himself, maybe he was just shy. How did he know where I lived anyway?
"Oh yeah... hi..... how did you know where I lived?" I asked
He didn't reply, he just walked straight past me and into my house. I was too shocked to call him out for his rude behaviour.
"Sooo.... are you and Gerard going out?" He asked, looking around my lounge.
"Erm yeah, why you asking" I questioned him.
"Oh, I just wanted to know, just wondered if you two were drunk last night, or i don't know, I just wondered" he stammered, running his hand through his hair. What was he doing?!
"Was there anything else?" I said.
"Er.. no.. sorry frank" blushing furiously and pacing towards the front door. "I'll leave now".
I was so confused about what Pete was doing round my house.
Before he left, he turned around and looked me in the eye. Pete quickly kissed my cheek and them ran away. My cheeks burned and my breath hitched. What the fuck had just happened.....
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Dun dun DUUUHHNNN!!! I hope you like chapter.....12? I honesty forgot how to write fanfics (not that I had any knowledge of writing one in first place). I always say that I wanna write more regularly but I kinda struggle to think of things and I'm not great at writing. I was gonna give up but then I thought.... I'm never gonna give you up fanfic, I'm never gonna let you down (sorry)
- Evie x
