If These Walls Could Talk [Frerard]

7: Pictures are just a way to remember.

Frank's POV:

I didn't want to tell him. I'm not okay, and that was something that I found was actually fine with me. It wasn't his fault, I just..I had problems. But, that's okay, because everyone has problems. Everyone struggles from time to time, mine just lasts a little bit longer than most. Some days, it's there, haunting me like a black cloud hanging over my head. Other days, it's like a clear sky. Sometimes, it just comes out of nowhere, as if from nothingness. That's why I was feeling like so, not because of something Gerard said to me. I just hoped he wouldn't take it like that, it'd make it harder to explain.

Still, the cloud continued to hang around, and I'd come to know that it usually sticks around for a few days before disappearing again. This time, it didn't seem as hard, though. Don't get me wrong, it still felt like a burden, in truth it was, but it felt like something had been taken off of the load.

Gerard sat next to me on the bed, his feet not dangling over the edge of the bed. I, instead, had my head resting on the pillow, so I was on my back but my knees still pointed to the sky. I gently tossed a small bouncing ball in my hands. We didn't speak for a while, I don't know how many minutes of silence passed. Gerard eventually sunk down until he was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the base then. His hands scratched at his jeans, his face looking up as his black hair fell back and over his ears.

"Gerard," I mumbled softly, getting annoyed with my depressing thoughts and ready to chat about something, anything to take my mind off of it. He didn't show any sign of hearing me, so I repeated myself, only slightly louder.

"Gerard."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was paying attention to your posters," He spoke with a smile, "They're pretty cool."

"Those old things? I haven't changed them in ages."

"Yes, they're rad."

I crossed my arms across my chest, not realizing what I was going to say until I did, "Your face is rad."

"Why, thank you, good sir." Gerard mocked, his hands coming to his face. I grumbled in response, mentally spamming my head through the wall. Who in the world just says that to someone without thinking? Oh, right. Me. At least Gerard didn't seem to take it in the same way. The smile on his face told me he didn't.

"Anyway...what should we do now?"

"Oh!" Gerard said, jumping up, "I have an idea!"

"I have the urge to say 'Gerard, no' to whatever our thinking just by the smug look on your face," I responded, my nose scrunching up as his smile just got brighter.

"Come on," he said, pulling my arm and dragging me outside after grabbing a few things. He continued this process until we got to the pond that we'd first talked at, well outside of Ridgeview. He sat down a small distance from the water, setting down the notebook, pencil, and my arm as he did so.

I stared at him for a minute or so, then realizing that he actually was wanting me to sit down next to him. He handed me the notebook, only after ripping out a page in it. I didn't see the drawing on the page, but I knew it was amazing. Gerard's drawings were always amazing, they were fascinating. He gave me the pencil then, signaling me to draw something.

When I didn't respond, Gerard spoke up, his voice calm and seeming wise, "Frank, draw something."

"I can't draw, Gee."

The look he gave me, it made me feel stupid. Of course, that's why he'd brought me out there. He was actually gonna to teach me how to draw. The pond's water rippled softly once he dipped a finger in it, then sitting back to watch it peacefully. I decided then, that's what I wanted to learn to draw. I wanted to draw Gerard with the water, the satisfied and peaceful look the was on his face when he did so.