Demolition lovers...

Was It Something I Said?

( AN: okay soooo, I tried to get my photo editor to work because I like to provide you guys with some kind of visual but my program wasn't working so I'm sorry for no collage or whatever in this chapter, I will however try to get one into the next chapter, I haven't updated for a while so I appreciate your patience for those who do enjoy reading this, love you guys, thank you for your time)

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The rest of the day, I stayed in my dorm room until I looked through the window and saw Frank, walking to his garden.

I had to follow him, I opened the door slowly and ran downstairs, running past the dorms and getting into the school building.
I ran through the building and looked for the familiar door that led to the garden.

When I opened the door I gasped, I almost didn't remember how breath takingly beautiful the place was.
I walked through the pebble path and picked out five, blossoming roses from a rose bush near the cherry tree.

I sat down on the bench under the cherry tree and waited.
I didn't expect it to happen but Frank walked through the door and closed it behind him, staring directly at me.
I looked down and then at the space next to me.
I looked up again and saw him in front of me.
He put both of his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the pebbles.
"I'm uhh" I stopped and handed him the flowers, standing up to reach his height.
I looked down as he accepted them.
"I'm sorr-" I attempted to apologize and Frank shushed me.
"You're such a sook Gerard, whatever, I forgive you... But" he looked down and threw the roses on the ground "I don't like flowers, you know what I would like though? I'd like Xavier's head on a stick" he glared at the ground and stomped on the roses, squishing the petals.
I opened my mouth to protest and felt Frank's hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into a kiss.
He smiled and hugged me, pulling away from me.

"I like that you're trying, thank you Gerard" he thanked me. Trying wasn't what I was doing.
I backed up and sat down on the bench.
He joined me.
"If I told you that I was different, would you still care about me? Would you still... Like me?" He asked me, desperately searching my eyes.
I stroked his cheek and pulled his head onto my shoulder.
"If you were the son of Satan I would still-" I stopped mid sentence, noticing Frank's eyes light up and a smile spreading across his cheeks as he leaned his chin on my shoulder.
"You would still care about me? I feel like a jerk now Gerard because if you were the son of Satan I would get the fuck out of your life" he giggled, I giggled and pulled him closer.
He smiled again and leaned on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around him.
"Have you ever fed a frog Gerard?" He asked me.
I remember looking at him as if he had asked the weirdest question ever and saying no, slowly shaking my head.

He took my hand and walked over to the pond with the frogs in it, he kneeled at the pond and scooped his hands through the water.
"I'll catch Frankie Junior and you can help me feed him" he smiled.
He cupped his hands suddenly in the water and pulled out the small red and black frog.
I smiled as he handed the frog to me, I clasped my hands together before it could spring out of my palm.

"So, what do you feed him?" I asked.
He smiled and crouched to the bench.
"It's a team effort, I get his food from a dealer" he smirked and took two flies from a spider web.
I laughed and opened my hands, allowing the frog to peek through.
The frog stuck it's tongue out and grabbed the fly that Frank threw to it.
He clapped excitedly.
"He's an exceptional eater" he smiled.
I let Frankie Junior go back in the water and he kicked his legs out, propelling himself through the ripples in the pond.

Frank smiled at me and started balancing on the rocks around the pond. I followed him and we walked into a sort of grotto looking thing, completely covered with vines, he sat down and crossed his legs, looking up at me to do the same.