You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXVIII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"So," Gerard said, slipping into the spot next to me, and across from Mikey and Ray. He shows me a nickel. "What is the chance of me getting head?"

I look up at Gerard. I take in his lustful eyes and knowing smirk into consideration. I knew we aren't talking about the nickel anymore, Gerard knew we weren't talking about the nickel, and unfortunately, Mikey and Ray did too.

I punch Gerard's shoulder as Ray and Mikey gag. Gerard giggles.

"That's disgusting," Mikey says with a face mimicking his words. Gerard just rolls his eyes and pulls me into the small space on the bench between his legs. I grin as I feel his arms wrap around my waist and his chin rest on my shoulder.

"Anyways, Ray and I are doing a movie night on Friday." Mikey says, gesturing between him and Ray, who was smiling. "Since Gerard lives there, unfortunately, Ma has this rule that it's Gerard's house too, so I sorta have to invite him or include him, which I think is totally unfair because come to think of it, when does Gerard-"

Gerard groans loudly. "Mikeyyyy. Get to the point."

Mikey wrinkles his nose as Ray just laughs. "Rude." Mikey comments but gets to the point when Gerard gives him a look. "Frank, you wanna come? Since you are probably going to be there anyways because you and Gerard are joined at the fucking hip."

I smile apologetically. "I dunno, guys. I have been spending a lot of time away from my mom and I am sorta all she's got..."

"But there will be snacks and Gerard and movies and booze and Gerard and-" Mikey rambles but is cut off when Gerard shoves the rest of his sandwich in Mikey's mouth to shut him up. Mikey glares as he spits out the sandwich and Gerard just replies with a look at says 'warned you'.

Gerard kisses my neck as I giggle.

"You can do whatever you want, love." Gerard whispers against the skin of my neck, giving me shivers.

I just nod and Mikey squeals with delight, well before something hits the back of his head.

Mikey yelps as a tinfoil ball is whipped at his hand. He grumbles and rubs the back of his head, picking up the ball. He unravels it to find what was written inside. He reads it and his eyes widen.

"Frank and Ray." Mikey says, standing up. "Come with me." And with that, Mikey runs towards the washroom.

"Why can't I come?" Gerard yells after Mikey.

"Because you might kill someone." Mikey shouts back.

Gerard looks at the back of Mikey's running head confused and then at me for answers. I shrug and follow Ray.

Once in the washroom, we locate Mikey, who was in the last stall on the left, and open the door. He seemed to be so consumed by the letter on the tinfoil.

"Look at this," Mikey says, face flushed, handing the metal foil over the Ray, I look over Ray's shoulder to read the letter. My eyes widen.

You look cute today. There, I said it. Maybe then I can get you out of my head. All I can think about is how pretty you are, how great your ass looks everyday in those fucking tight jeans, what you might test like if I ever got the chance to taste you. If I ever got the chance to feel you. I bet you like it rough but at the same time gentle. Have you ever did that before? Wanna try?

-Your cheesy secret admirer...?

I hear Ray gasped next to me. I reread the note again, taking all the words and trying to make sense of it. This letter was fucking sexy and dirty and kinda beautiful.

"Who do you think it is?" I blurt out, looking over at Mikey who as biting his nails fiercely.

"I dunno..." Mikey mumbled nervously.

"Who every wrote this, must really think so high of you." Ray finally piped up. "Or maybe so low of you since he is asking for sex...?"

Mikey just shrugs, still looking shocked by the whole situation.

I grab it out of Ray's hands to look it over. "It's pretty romantic."

Mikey scoffs. "Romantic? They're basically saying that they wanna fuck me." He comments. "That's about as romantic as Gerard."

"And they say romance is dead..." Ray muttered, blowing his eyes open particularly wide.

"Hey! It is romantic! It means the person that wrote this is really passionate about this and you." I explain. "And Gerard is romantic!"

Mikey looks at me with his 'are you serious?' Poker face. Even Ray looks at me with a 'are you joking?' Face. "Describe Gerard's way of being 'Romantic'."

I feel crimson rise to my cheeks as I look down. "Touchy-feely love." I admit. Mikey just smirks and looks down at the note again.

"Hey, why don't we see if we can match the font?" Ray suggests. Everyone comes over to look at the thick, Sharpie-written letters in awe.

We noticed the little size of the words and the stick like angles. We also noticed the way this person writes. How they don't use big words and how they swear and have an abundance of confidence. As well as the writer seems to be experienced and more importantly, a male.

I didn't know of any boys that liked Mikey. I knew Ray was a close friend with Mikey, but he was siting right next to him when it was thrown, so it was Impossible.

Mikey shrugs. "I guess that would work but that means I have to check out everybody's' fonts."

"I'll help." I say. Ray nods in agreement.

Mikey gives us a huge, rare smile (and this seriously was a brilliant moment because Mikey rarely smiles). Ray and I just smile back because holy shit, this was going to be interesting. Maybe something potently special was going to happen?

Well if there was, we defiantly didn't know about it yet.