You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXIV

FRANK'K P.O.V

"What the hell does that even mean?" I said, splashing my feet around in the clear blue pool.

It was now about 11:30am the next day and I was down at the pool with Gerard (my dad's house was close to the beach, which had a deck with pools and hot tubs). It was a particularly large pool, seeing how it took up more than half the deck. Pool side chairs lined up around the pool with blue and white, along with little side tables. Considering the cooler, morning temperature, there were not many people down at the pool yet.

I sat on the deck, with my clothes on and my feet in the water, watching Gerard in his (not really trying to be sexy but sexy) blue bathing suit.

"Y'know, because I have heard of philophibia?" I say, suggesting so ideas. Gerard scoffs.

"It's not like I have a fear of being loved or I am anywhere close to solitude." Gerard says, grabbing the side of the pool. "Plus, philophobes don't have sex..." Gerard added, rubbing my inner thigh with a wet hand.

"Gerard!" I exclaim, crossing my legs and patting the wet spot he left on my jeans. Gerard grins.

"If you were in the pool, I feel you up all you want." Gerard said with smirking and I raise my eyebrows.

"Gerard, it is fucking cold. I'm in a sweater."

"So, we are in Florida for God sack's! I am allowed to be in a pool while there is a little bit of wind." Gerard said, swimming around on his back.

The next thing we knew, there was a boom and crack and it began to pour.

It was so ironic it hurt.

"Gerard!" I exclaim, covering my head with my hands, trying to protect my head from the fat droplets of water falling. Gerard began to giggle as he watched everybody dash out of the pool and inside the large condo entrance.

I stood up and beckoned for Gerard to get out of the pool. "We'll be soaked, Gerard. Let's go!" I yelled over the water hitting the pavement around the pool. Gerard continued to swim around like he was having the time of his life.

"Gerard! I'm not kidding, let's go!" I scream to the other side of the pool where Gerard was lounging. No one was in sight and my ears were starting to freeze. This was not a happy turn out.

"Gerard!" I tried again. I began to shiver, so i walked over to the other side of the pool. My feet squished against the wet surface and I didn't even wanna know what I was stepping on. I finally made my way over to Gerard got on my knees, just above him and the water.

"Gerard, lets go." I say, pointing back towards the general area of my dad's house. Gerard shook his head.

"No way! It's raining and I'm

swimming. How fucking awesome is that?!" Gerard exclaimed, look up at the sky with wide eyes. I shook my head and raised my eyebrows.

"Gerard, it is fucking cold out here. No, this is not awesome. I'm leaving without you then." I say, leaning back on my legs. Gerard's eyes widen even more.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'll come." Gerard says, swimming closer to the side of the pool. "But can you help me up?"

I roll my eyes and reach out my hand. Gerard grabs it looking grateful, but it soon turn into a smirk. Before I can ask what the hell was up, Gerard yanked my arm, sending me head first into the icy water.

I hit underwater with unshielded lungs. I flail up to the surface tread water. I cough and sputter, grabbing on to Gerard instinctively. Gerard laughs softly as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, shivering.

"G-ger-rard, you-u pi-ece of shit-t." I stutter out. The wind was burning my arms and my teeth were chattering out of control. My clothes were soaked and I couldn't feel my feet as I held on to Gerard, my body searching for any of his body.

"Your lip is turning blue," Gerard points out, running a tentative finger along my bottom lip. I roll my eyes up at the gray sky.

"W-wow, I w-wonder w-hy."

Gerard throws his head back and laughs and I smile to myself, despite the circumstances.

"Well, you only live once, right?" Gerard asks, wiggling his eyebrows. I sigh with a smile.

"You are so weird, Gee. But I think I'm going to keep my hold on you."

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We finally made it back to my dad's house maybe an half an hour later. Me with a towel around my shoulders and Gerard with a towel around his neck (still looking sexy).

I throw the door open with a huge grin planted on my face, and I didn't think it had plans to leave anytime soon.

My dad appeared from out of the kitchen and chuckled. He walked up to me and Gerard, ruffling my damp hair.

"Caught in the rain?" He asked, wiping his hand on his denim jeans and running it through his hair. He smiled.

I turned my head to look at Gerard and shared a knowing smile at could only possibly mean trouble.

"Yeah," Gerard said with an eye roll. I beamed at the small action.

"Something like that."