Bittersweet Casualty|| Frerard

Chapter 8

Gerard's pov

I smirked at my mum as I turned around to face her. "That was a human mum." I said smugly.
"Well yeah duh, but why were you guys hanging out, I mean it's fine obviously, but it's just weird you having friends all of a sudden." She fumbled with a slight breathy laugh.

"He isn't my friend." I said plainly.
"Oh...oh okay I just though, because you know you said he was your friend before when he was here and I was just confused because I had never met him before. So like is he..." She replied.
"He's just a guy I helped out today briefly so I invite him over for a moment." I said hoping she would drop the subject.
"Oh, okay. Well that was nice of you sweety." She said dropping the subject and smiling at me.

I smiled back at her and walked into my room.

I closed the door behind me and paused. Does frank see us as friends now? I wonder what he thinks of me?

He's not my friend, we are definitely not friends. Franks  not anything to me.

He's just...someone I've taken and Intrest in.

Mum is right though, it is weird me talking to other humans. So in conclusion...I should stop talking to him...but just because I'm not going to talk to him, doesn't mean I can't....

Watch him.

Franks pov

I woke up the next morning. As usual, because it's not like my mum would ever let me sleep in.

My curtains were rudely opened by my mother who clearly wanted to blind me fist thing in the morning. I cringed and hissed at the light as I tried to cover myself with my blanket.

"Frank Anthony Iero Jr! I don't understand why we have to do this every school morning! You are old enough to get yourself out of bed at the proper time by yourself!" She bitched at me.

"Well then go away and leave me alone to get myself up on my own." I grumbled as I lied there and threw my arms up in the air and dropping them back down by my side.

"Well I would but you and I both know you aren't going to do that." She snapped.

"I don't even understand why I need to be awake now anyway, there are 3 hours until I have to be at school." I argued.

"Yes a good three hours for you to wake up properly, get your mind working, have a good healthy breakfast and make sure you look nice and proper for school." She said in a motherly tone, the I-am-a-smart-and-loving-parent-who-raises-her-child-properly-and-will-not-stand-to-have-a-slacker-for-a-son, kind of tone. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed.

"For starters I'm not even hungry, like, who actually is hungry early in the morning? Secondly, school is ment to do the 'get the mind working' for me, that's what's schools for. And for gods sake, stop putting all this importance on my god damn school uniform, I'm sick of having the daily routine where you have to make sure my tie is on perfectly and right and all my buttons and zips are done up properly, and my shoes polished and not a hair out of place. It's just weird, I'm a teenage boy, teenage boys don't worry about there appearance like that. Stop fussing over me, I'm 17 for crying out loud!"

"Don't say things like that frank! Have a little respect for God. Has catholic school taught you nothing?" She explained as she placed her hand on her chest.

"Now you sort yourself out and ask God for forgiveness while I go and fix you some breakfast."

I groaned and closed my bedroom door behind her maybe a little too loudly. I shut the curtains closed and crawled back into bed as I grumbled profanities under my breath.