You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XVI

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

After a few hundred rides, a face full of cotton candy and adrenaline to last a decade, Gerard and I came stumbling out of the Six Flags a few hours later. Our costumes were damp from in of the soaking rides and our cheeks were red from the chilling air and excitement.

"T-that was fah-fucking amaz-zing!" I exclaim as my teeth chatter, jumping into Gerard car. Gerard gets in on the driver's side and pulls out a sweater from the back seat. He smiles and drapes it over my shoulders, instantly warming me. "Thanks," I exhale.

I look at the sleeves of the sweater and don't recognize the name of the band on it. I quickly take off the sweater and look at it again.

"Gerard?"

"Hmmn?"

"Can I keep this hoodie?" I ask, looking down at the sweater. I know Gerard is looking at me strangely. "Y'know, its just that, the boyfriend if the relationship - which I assume is you because I am smaller and more feminine- gives the girlfriend one of their sweaters to wear and its THE hoodie. Erm, so can this one be it?"
I explain in a quick manner, giving a cheesy smile at the end of the sentence.

Gerard just looks at me with brows furrowed for a few seconds. Slowly but surely he begins to nod. "Sure, um, I mean, if you want." He says, giving me a small grin.

I squeal happily and pull it on. I love how its too big for me and how it smell like axe and musty cigarettes. I smile softly and let out a content sigh. Gerard chuckles next to me.

"Man, you're a weird kid, but I like you."

And I couldn't agree more.

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We pull up to my house and quickly run inside, giggling maniacally as Gerard tried to catch me.

"Haha! You can't catch m- OOF!" I exclaim before bumping into someone. I look up and see a frown.

"Twice!" My mom says as I stumble away from her, falling at Gerard feet. I give her a small grin.

"Hey mom, what are you doing home..." I scratch me neck. She smiles an artificial sweet smile at Gerard and I.

"Hello Gerard."

"Mrs. Linda dude,"

My mom smiles a little more real and messes up his hair as I get up. "Mrs. Iero," she corrects.

He salutes her and she returns he gaze to me, not as nicely this time. "No Frank, what are you doing home?"

I gulp loudly. I was so screwed.

I was most likely sweating buckets and mind racing as I heard a snort from beside me. I looked over to see a red faced Gerard covering his mouth. Once he saw me looking at him weirdly, Him and my mom burst out laughing. I looked at them with bewilderment.

"Linda, linnndaah, I'm so sorry," Gerard choked out between giggles, putting a hand on my shoulder to keep himself up. I crossed my arms.

"Did you see the look on his face!" My mom exclaimed, chuckling just as hard as Gerard. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What the hell?"

My mom wiped a tear from under her eye. "Frankie, Gerard and I planned for you to miss the second half of school for your birthday. Plus we thought this would be funnier then birthday beats."

"So I'm not in trouble?" I asked in disbelief as my mom shook her head. I looked at my mom for a few seconds before turning to Gerard. I began to giggle at how stupid I must have looked.

"I thought I was in deep trouble!" I exclaimed, chuckling as I punched Gerard lightly on the arm. He smirked. "Is that why I couldn't find you this morning?" I asked.

He nodded. "I spoke to your mom about staying over with Mikey. We brought all of our stuff here already, so we don't have to go back to my house. Mikey promised to come after school."

"Awesome!" I chirp, running out of the hallway and into the living room. "Slllllleeeeeeppppohhvvvaaahhh!" I exclaimed, skipping around the coffee table. "Oh boy, oh boy!"

"Wait!" I hear my mom exclaim for the kitchen. I immediately stop and look at her. She is wearing a stern face.

Shit.

Before I can react, she runs up to me and starts admiring Gerard's sweater.

"Is that THE hoodie?!"

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Gerard and I sat on different sides of the couch as we watched television- to be safe, I actually wanted to see this.

"I really love cheesy Halloween themed sitcoms." I stated, eyes glued to the television. I giggle as I felt Gerard's eyes on me, opening his mouth to make a smartass remark.

"Shut up," I say before he can say anything.

Silence.

I giggled again and looked at him. He was smirking at me.

"What?"

Silence.

"Seriously, what?"

Silence, once again.

"Gerard! You can speak!"

Gerard giggled and fell on to my lap. "I never really needed to say anything, you're just cute when you're annoyed."

"Then I must be fucking attractive,"

Gerard burst into another fit of giggles and rolled around in my lap. I chuckled too. I was dating a twat.

The door bell rang breaking us out of our laughing fits.

"Mom! I'll get it!" I scream.

"Okay, Frankie!" She screams back in the same manner. I giggle and jump out of my seat.

"It's probably Mikey," I say to Gerard as he follows me to the door. With a swift move, I yank open the door.

"Mike- oh my..."

At the door was most defiantly not Mikey, but a tall man with black hair, face covered by a fairly large blue and yellow present.

"Daddy?"