You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXIII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

Since it was so late when we got to my dad's house and seeing how tired we were, Gerard and I decided to go to bed after exploring.

"Lets go to bed," I suggest, pulling his arm up the stairs. He stays where he is and smiles shyly.

"Can't, father's orders." Gerard says. I cock an eyebrow as he smiles, tucking a piece of hair out of my face. I rub my tired eyes. "He said I could sleep in a different bed in the guest room, but I would hate to sleeping in the same room as you and not be able to be near you."

"Where are you sleeping?" I ask, biting my lip. He gestures to the side.

"The couch-"

"No way." I say, crossing my arms. Gerard uncrosses my arms and hugs me.

"It's all good, babe." He kisses my forehead.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay," I say with a sigh. He laughs and kisses my forehead again. His lips linger there longer then needed too.

"Goodnight," he breaths, spinning me around and letting me walk up stairs dreamily.

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I am rustled awake by someone shuffling in my bed. Someone that wasn't supposed to be there. They wrap there arms around me and pull themselves against my body.

"G'ard?" I mumble, making my body into a ball. I hear them snicker.

"Shh! Frankie! It's 3 o'clock in the morning!" Gerard whisper-hisses. He giggles and pushes himself against me again, spooning me.

I push myself forward, far enough for Gerard to sleep without his chatting it up in my ear (which he was doing so, and it was seriously weird)

I whine. "Gerard, fucking dumbass, I'm trying to sleep." I mutter at him and he giggles hard, pushing him self against me again.

"Meow! Someone is cranky!" He says louder than he needs too. I groan and roll away from him, only to be meet with the end of the bed. I squeal as I hit the ground with a loud 'THUMP'

Gerard giggles like a maniac. "O'Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

I look up at him in disbelief. "Are you on crack or something?!" He just laughs as I get back up on the bed. He pulls me on top of him and kisses me. I make a noise of acceptance and kiss back.

It's a chaste kiss, both being too tired to put any real effort into it. He squeezes my ass and I kiss him back harder then needed. Gerard pulls back a little bit and giggles. I frown.

"Are you on something?" I ask, with my eyebrow cocked. "You are usually not this bipolar."

Gerard giggles even louder and hugs my waist tighter, muttering a few, incoherent words into the nook of my neck. I sigh.

"You are totally on something."

"Am not!" Gerard shouts. I shush him because weird Gerard, plus sleepy dad, plus 3 a.m equal a big, fat 'BAD'.

"Then what's up?" I ask, petting his hair from the place on top of him. He comes out of the side of my neck and gives me 1 of the biggest grins I have ever seen.

"I have to tell you something," Gerard snickered as I became less amused.

"What is it?"

Gerard spaces, completely forgetting about the topic on hand. He rolls us over so he was on top, which was a bit uncomfortable. He absently poked at my collar bone and all the grooves in it.

"I like collar bones," Gerard mumbles with blown eyes. "They're pretty."

"Gerard," I say. "You wanted to tell me something?"

Once again, his mind is somewhere else. He taps his fingers around on my neck and chest, tracing and free handing lines on my body. He works on me like an artist and me being his work of art. He is gentle and patient, capturing every angle of my upper body.

"Babble babble, bitch bitch, Rebel rebel, party party, Sex sex sex..." Gerard sing-songed and I chuckled.

"And don't forget the violence," I sang back. Gerard looked up at me with curious eyes. I shrugged. "I like Manson."

Gerard break out the biggest grin ever. He hugs me tight and puts his face in my neck, breathing heavily.

"So, now. What did you have to tell me?" I ask in a coo like voice, licking my lips and petting Gerard head. "It sounded important."

Gerard shakes his head and lifts up so I can see his face. "Yes, it's crucial for you to know about our relationship and you can't forget it." He says, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, 'Kay, what is it?" I ask, my eyebrows at my hairline.

"I'm afraid..." Gerard starts off but then shakes his head, like he wasn't doing it right. Gerard comes real close to my ears and pants for a minute before he says something shocking and unexpected.

"I'm afraid to fall in love."

I let my mouth drop open. But before I could even react, Gerard is asleep.