The Forest (frerard, boyxboy, SLENDERMAN!)

part 4- Mysteries.

It has been a month and a half since I met Gerard, my best and only friend, and I fucking loved him.

For the last five weeks, we would meet each other in the same place near the river.

Though when we wouldn’t meet on the way, I would totally freak out when I reach the dark part of the woods. I would hear noises, see stuff, and just be scared to death as I ran out of there. On each and every one of these times, Gerard would appear about 5 minutes, like out of nowhere. He noticed my obvious fear each and every time and made sure to cheer me up when he did.

We learned a lot about each other at the time. But Gerard keeps asking me what's wrong with my life in general, and I never gave him an answer, and I don’t think I will anytime soon.

Sometimes, I noticed his eyes were red and his face fallen. I asked him what happened every time, but he shrugged it off and just smiled sweetly, saying that it's nothing.

I loved listening to Gerard speak. How his mouth formed every word that fell off his lips perfectly, the way his voice filled the silence with warmth and love, and just made me wanna jump on him and give him a big bear-hug.

But I never did, I'm too shy.

But after every meeting, he would walk me home and give me a friendly hug which I gladly returned. Mom didn’t stop pushing me to bring my new friend home. She was trying to make me talk to her but I didn't. I wouldn't. I noticed her watching out of the window sometimes, when I got home with Gerard. She said he looked really nice, and that she and my dad would love to meet him, but I won't let them. That's too damn awkward and I hate them too much anyway.

One time, when I came home from my walk with Gerard, I opened the door to see my mom sobbing her eyes out on the couch. I didn't ask her what's wrong, but that didn't stop her from telling me. She said that I talked to this new friend of mine, but didn't dare to talk to my own mother. She said I have no respect, and no appreciation to my parents, and that some stranger shouldn't be more important than her.

But to me, she was practically a stranger and I felt a lot more comfortable with Gerard. I just ignored the stuff she said and wrote 'it doesn’t depend on me' on a blank page before handing it to her and locking myself in my room. She didn’t bug me much after that.

Right now, Gee and I were lying on the golden leaves on the bank of the river.  We were quite close right now. Each and every time we met, the gap between our bodies became smaller, and smaller, until it almost didn't exist. But we still weren't touching each other.

I watch the tall green trees rise up in the grey Jersey sky as I start slipping into an emotional breakdown again. That's why I don't like thinking too much. I close my eyes and sigh lightly, while putting an arm under my head for comfort.

"What are you thinking about, Frankie?" Gerard, who probably noticed my obviously hurtful sigh asks. I shake my head and gulp, with my eyes still closed.

"What is it?" he asks and I open my mouth to answer, but soon blush and close it.

"Come on Frankie, you don't have to be shy with me…" he comforts and rubs my arm lightly, sending a warm feeling through my whole body.

"Do you think that if people knew how crazy you really are, everyone would hate you?" I blurt out in a voice barely louder then a whisper, and open my eyes to face him. I find out that he was already staring at me with his eyebrows furrowed.