You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XXXVII

A/N: My favourite chapter, just though I'd mention that.

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

I swing slightly on the swing, looking down at my phone. He said to meet him here. Where was he? He's 20 minutes late.

It was the beginning of December and Gerard and I haven't been speaking that much. I guess we were still in that awkward phase of whether or not I was made, or if we were on a break. If our relationship was strained. 

Something I noticed about Gerard is that he seems to believe that if we don't talk about it, it will magically go away. Which was never the case. It was always there, just forgotten for the moment. We haven't spoken about this issue yet and probably never will.

Maybe that's why Gerard texted me to meet him here. To talk about it. Thinking about it, what did I wanna ask? Maybe how Gerard got into this nasty habit. Or why Gerard did pot. There were so many things that have been left unanswered. Some didn't have answers. 

My opinion on the matter was, no matter how much I respected Gerard, I thought he was being stupid. Plain and simple. Drugs ruined peoples lives. 

I looked down at my feet, which were dragging small amounts of snow and sand as I move in the swing. I shivered at the cold air blows past me, causing me to huddle into my jacket and move without any control on the swing. 25 minutes now. 

I blow hair out of my face as I stand up. I check my phone again- which had no new notifications- and slip my hands into my pockets. I trudge my way out of park because no way was I going to stood up, especially by Gerard motherfuckin' Way. 

Just before I leave the gates of the park, I hear someone run up to me. With a

huh? I turn around. I see a dark finger run up to me (did I mention Gerard made me wait in dangerous Belleville, outside at 8:30pm? They fucking found at least 3 dead bodies at this park. And that was just last month! Pot-for-brains.) I scream and turn around to run as they pick me up and spin me around. I scream out and hit there back when I hear something. I stop hitting them.

A giggle.

I instantly know who it is, looking up at the face as they put me down. 

"Gerard," I whine, ringing my now shaking hands. "That wasn't funny!"

Gerard looks at me with a huge, goofy grin on his face. His cheeks were painted pink from the cold weather and his eyes were bright and completely obviously sparkling, even if it was in fact night time. I place my hands on my hips.

"Sorry!" He exclaims, jumping up and down a bit. He's acting strangely, I hope it doesn't mean I'm a boyfriend if I take a look at Gerard's eyes. They were clear and probably not drug inflicted. I smile back confused. "I hope I didn't keep you long." 

"Only a half an hour." I say with a growing smile. Gerard let's his eyes go wide as I giggle. 

"I have a good reason though-!"

"Gerard, it's okay!" I giggle, grabbing Gerard's moving hand as he tried to make silent hand gestures to prove he didn't mean to keep me for so long. "So what's up?"

Cheeky Gerard comes back for round 2 now, jumping up and down like a little kid. 

"I made the football team!" Gerard exclaims. I beam at him. 

"That's amazing!" I scream back, throwing my limbs around him as he picks me up and twirls me around. I giggle, locking my boots together on Gerard back as I hold around his neck. He smiles as he places me down on the swing I had been siting on earlier. He sits down on the one next to me. 

"So, what's your position?" I ask, seining lightly. He furrows his eyebrows, but answers anyways.

"I don't see how this has to do with football, but I like reverse cowgirl when I can see-"

"Gerard!" I exclaim, covering my ears like a little kid. He looks at me funny and I uncover my ears. "I meant position on the field!" 

"Ooooh!" He drags out, beaming more than before. I just ogle at how he isn't embarrassed he told me his Favourite sex position. If that was me, I probably would have turned red and died. Literally. "I'm Nickelback or something."

"Quarterback, you mean?" I ask with a chuckle. 

"Isn't that a band?"

"No, Gee." I say, trying to conceal my snickers with my hand. "Just, nevermind. I think your quarterback."

"Yeah, the second one you said." Gerard explains. "That's what I heard the coach say."

"The quarterback is one of the best players." I state to my nodding boyfriend. But then I furrow my eyebrows with a frown. "How did you make the team if you didn't even the positions?"

Gerard shrugs. "I just know where to bring the ball to." His straight face curls into a smirk. "And I practiced with Mikey."

"Ouch," I say, wincing my eyes. Gerard just nods in agreement. 

"Man, I hope nobody slaps my ass on the field, I don't know how I would shield my boner from all the virgin eyes." I punch Gerard's arm with an eye roll. The 17 year old cackles and grabs my closed hand. He swings it in between the 2 swings. I am a stubborn bastard and I don't unclose my fist. Gerard notices and sighs. 

"What kind of world do we live in when my boyfriend won't even hold my peasant hand?!" He says and sighs over dramatically. I just roll my eyes and again and hold his hand. He gives me a cute smile.

And there it was again. That silence. Sure nothing was said, like the last time we were together, but this time was different. This time we had so much to say, but how would we say it? Would we just confess right here? Would I work it into a sentence? Did he even wanna make me understand?

"Listen, Frank." Gerard starts off, scratching the back of his neck and squishing his face up the way I think is incredibly adorable. "Do you think we can just forget about everything?"

I am dumbstruck by this proposition. I exclaim back immediately. 

"What, no!" I exclaim, shaking my head. "Gerard, you know we have to talk about it! If we just forget about it, it will make our relationship weak. Are you weak?"

Well, you were doing drugs. 

He mumbles a small 'no' and looks down at his knees. He knew what

it was and what we were talking about. His hair falls in his face as if shielding the world from seeing the failure under it. I frown at that. 

"I don't know what you want from me then." Gerard says, looking up at me through his hair. I sigh. 

"Honestly?" I ask and wait for his nod. When I see it, I frown at my thoughts. "Well honestly I want you to stop. I have a lot of respect for you and I don't want to see you destroying yourself. I want you to forget about the drug, not the situation. Become stronger from it."

"I'll quit for you, I'll try." Gerard looks up at me like I just explained a battle plan. I smile a bit at him wanted to quit for me. "But how strong do you think I am? I don't have much pride."

"Strong enough to get through it." I state, smiling a bit as I see Gerard's eye peak through his long, ebony locks. I frown at how lost he looks. I grab on to the 2 chains of the swing and lay back a bit, looking at the worn out playground in front of me. 

"Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again. Y'know, when it was happiness before pride?" I say, remembering the good days before drama and love. When people would fight and make up just to start playing Grounders again. When life wasn't complicated and you could just take chances. Play. Pretend. I wanted Gerard to be happy. His pride could always be worked up again. 

Gerard looks at me, smiling and picking up what I was putting down. He copies my actions and just looks out towards the playground. 

"You're really smart, Frankie. You know that right?" Gerard says with a small smile, pushing himself frontwards and backwards on the swing. I do the same and grin at him when I meet him high in the air. 

"It's a gift!" I say in mid swing. Gerard cackles as his swing flies backwards, pushing him forwards again. We both concentrate on our pumping legs and how hard our fingers were griping the chains. Gerard almost spins over the rail he's so high- and in a good way.

Something amazing about being a kid is that feeling. The feeling that's not like any drug. The feeling of pure life, adrenaline, action. Something we were feeling right now, and may I add, it was just brilliant.

"Race you to the moon!" Gerard screams out, jumping off the swing when it was still in the air. I giggle uncontrollably, and let my bottom slide off the swing. 

And there I was, in mid air. On the inside, I felt rebellious; care-free. Fearless. 

But on the outside, I probably just looked like a loser jumping off a swing set. But I was okay with that because I was in the air now, and I wasn't going to crash land.