When Both Our Cars Collide (Frerard)

The Meeting

I sit alone in the school canteen. I've been at this school for almost four years and I still don't have any friends. Sometimes people smile at me, but no one talks to me; unless it's to say something mean. I see that their smiles are fake. I see them whispering about me. They laugh when I get something wrong in class. Everyone in this school makes me feel like I'm not important...

There's a new kid in class... His name is Felix? Finn? Francisco? I don't know. I wasn't paying attention to him, that was until he came and sat in the seat next to me. He doesn't have any equipment, but before you think this is one of those typical love stories, it isn't. I'm not into guys. He taps me on the shoulder and I look up at his pale face.

"What?" I frown at him, I'm not sure if I like him. He doesn't look like a nice person... The teacher glares at me as if I were a baby who wouldn't share something. "Ugh." I flip my black hair out of my face and put out my hand like a T-Rex. "I'm Gerard," I say. The teacher smiles and approaches us. "So Gerard, this is our new student. You're going to need to look after him, and show him around. New schools are always difficult..." I sigh and nod. I really don't like this kid. How am I supposed to show him around the school without getting pushed into lockers or kicked over? These next few weeks will be tricky...

"So, um... Freddy? You'll fit in just fine at this school." Unlike me. "I'm sure you'll make friends and settle in just fine." I force the most realistic smile I can but he doesn't seem to be buying it. "I'm Frank. So, how many friends do you have? Do you have a girlfriend? What are your hobbies? What's your favourite subject? How many floors are there in this school? What's your sexuality? Do you like music? What kind? Do you draw? Do you have a pen?!" He blurts out loads of questions at once, without giving me time to respond.

"You sure talk a lot for a new kid..." I mumble as I pass him a pen from my bag. He suddenly looks down at his lap like a sad puppy. I can almost see his ears drooping. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean..." He blocks me off. "Do I ask too many questions?" I shake my head. "I-it's fine, I just couldn't keep up..." I try to cheer him up but I'm failing epicly. I don't have people skills.

I look at his time table. "You have the same lessons as me. I'll take you to them, just be quick and don't fall behind." The bell rings so I stand up and get my bag.He gets his bag too. "Wow, you're short..." I wish I had a gf that was short like him, that's the perfect size. He frowns up at me and I laugh. "You better be able to walk quickly with those midget legs of yours..." Sir over hears me and frowns. "Gerard! Be nice to Frank, we're trying to set a good example of the school, not ruin his views of us... Behave please."

"Whatever Sir!" I roll my eyes. "Lets go Frank," I say right before his small warm hand encases itself in mine. "What the heck are you doing?" I look at him and he lets go and shrivels up. "S-sorry... I just...didn't want to get lost..." He stutters. He's gay, it's blatantly obvious. I sigh and hold onto his shirt. "Just hurry up..." I mutter while marching to our next lesson. Although he's a little bit annoying, I have a feeling he might be my first friend.

Months pass and our friendship grows more and more every day. I know him like the back of my hand. I know every detail about him - from his black spiked up hair, to his hazel eyes. He's started staying over at mine some nights when he's too sad to go home. But I'm straight, I don't love him. Just because I know these things doesn't mean I love him. In fact, it doesn't mean anything. He knows that I'm into girls, and I know he wouldn't make a move if he did like me (which I don't think he does). My brother Mikey says that he obviously has a crush on me, but I just don't see it.

He calls me crying. All I can hear is his hysterical wails from him. "Frank?!" I feel scared. "Frank! What's wrong where are you? I'm coming, ok?" I grab my leather jacket and rush downstairs and swing the door open.

There he is. My sad, lost puppy. Right outside my door. His once gorgeous eyes are now red and bloodshot. His hair is scruffy and his shoulders are hunched up to his ears. "Frank, what happened?" He bites on the side of his thumb like a three year old and I have to admit, in this moment...he looks adorable. I put my arm around his waist and the other on the back of his head. I pull him in and hold him in my chest, right by my heart.

He sits in the attic (where my room is) wearing one of my hoodies while I make us both a cup of coffee. I return upstairs to see him huddled up in my bed. I whisper to see if he's awake. Nothing. I put down the coffees and sit on the end of the bed.

"D-do you love me?" I hear him mumble. "W-what?" I ask. He repeats himself but louder this time. "Of course I love you, you're like a brother to me." Mikey sits up in his bed. "You what?" I jump a little. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?" A long time... Just as well I didn't say anything rude. I'm kidding, I love him really. Frank drags me downstairs and asks me again. "Do you love me?"

He looks me in the eye with a dead seriousness and I suddenly realise that Mikey was right. He's crushing on me. "Frankie..." His eyes tear up and his fists clench. "Gerard...answer my fucking question!" I look him in the eye. "I'm straight...I-I don't love you..." His fists unclench and he looks at me. I wish I could see what he were thinking right now. I'd see why he thought his next move was a good idea.