Disenchanted | Frerard

seven - egg shells

i found the attached picture on google and i.. i can't

gerard's p.o.v

i gulped anxiously and looked down at my feet. i hadn't talked about mikey in years. i felt a hand rest on my knee and looked up to see frank giving me a comforting smile. "we had a falling out, i don't want to talk about it." i muttered. "i understand."

frank removed his hand and i felt kind of sad. he sensed my disappointment and put his arm around my shoulder. "it's okay gerard." i swallowed. "call me gee." frank giggled "okay...gee!" i hadn't seen frank giggle before. these past few days we'd known each other he seemed to be cautious around me, as if he was stepping on eggshells.

he seemed more lonely and sad out in the woods, and emotionless at home, but when i had my nightmares and when he found my notebook, he seemed genuinely worried.
did frank care about me?

should i care about him? "frank..?" "yes?" "a-are we f-friends?" i stammered, looking back down at my feet. "if you want to be." i looked back up at him. "i want to be."

***

"MOVE OUT OF MY WAY BITCH!" frank screamed as i passed him out in our game of mario kart. i was winning and frank didn't seem to like that. he was very serious when it came to games. "what are you guys doing?" asked ray as he walked in from the kitchen. "well i'm currently kicking frank's ass at mario kart" "HE IS NOT!" the midget screamed throwing his remote in fury when he saw that i had won.

"i'm going to get some water" he muttered and walked into the kitchen. ray chuckled, "well you seemed to get frankie out of his shell." "out of his shell?" "oh yeah," ray continued, "he used to act excitable all the time, like a little 5 year old. but about a year ago he got really depressed."

"oh." was all i could manage to say. it looks like i didn't know that much about frank either. "what happened?" "his mom died." "oh." i said again. "um that's awful." "yeah."

"what are you guys talking about?" asked frank as he came out the kitchen. "um nothing?" he eyed us suspiciously and flung himself on the couch. "ay gee" "what." he smirked. "you up for a rematch?" i smiled. "you're on."