You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"But, Frankie!" Gerard exclaims into the phone I was holding to my face. I walk down the stairs and grab my cellphone off the charger, seeing how I was using the wireless house phone. I walk into an empty kitchen and open up the fridge, holding the phone with my shoulder.

"Gee, no way." I say, grabbing the phone with the other hand and pulling out an apple from the fridge.

"It'll be fun!" Gerard exclaims into the phone and I pull it away from my face, wincing as I am pretty sure my ears shatter. I bring it back to my ear and blush.

"I'm pretty sure it will be, but Gerard? Don't you think it's a bit weird?" I say, shutting the fridge. Did people actually do this?

Gerard giggles softly. "Of course! C'mon!"

"No, Gerard, I am not fuc-" At that exact moment, my mum decides to walk into the room. She cocks an eyebrow, sitting down and watch me. I blush and turn around, gripping the phone tightly with both hands "-King phone sexing with you. I got to go. Buh-bye." I whisper-hiss, pressing the big END button on the phone. I turn back to my mom.

Ever since our argument, my mum and I have been avoiding each other at all costs. Sure, she still made me dinner and ate with me but it was a heavy atmosphere with little conversation effort. I think the last time I actually spoke to her was last week when she asked me if I could do my laundry because it was stinking up the house. (Which, let me just add, is more difficult than I original thought. What can I say? My mum used to do my laundry.)

"Was that Gerard on the phone?" She asks in a not very interested voice, flipping aimlessly through the newspaper.

I blush at what we were speaking about in the phone and place the phone on the kitchen counter. "Um, ya." I stutter out.

She clicks her tongue. "That's a shame you didn't keep him on."

I roll my eye to myself, taking a bite of my apple. "And why is that?" I say with a wad of crushed apple in my mouth. She gives me a look that says Do not talk with your mouth full but brushes it away with a more serious look.

"I have came up with some rules I need to go over with you." I giggle and point at my mom.

"That's a good one."

"I'm serious, Frank." She says, and in fact, she does have her serious face on. I gulp. "Please sit down."

I follow orders and plop myself down, placing my apple on the table. Linda joins her hands together in the middle of the table, pursing her lips.

"It's not that I do not like Gerard, I think he's awesome!" She explains, smiling a bit at me. Kissing up to make the punishment look more reasonable? I make a mental note of that. "However, I don't think he is very responsible."

I roll my eyes to myself, looking up at my mom dead on. "You hardly know him, mum. How can you make that assumption?"

She ignores me, obliviously picking a piece of lint off of her work dress coat. She continues to spoke looking down. "I don't care who it is- me, Mrs. Way, Mikey- whoever, but somebody has to supervise you. I know I have made jokes about it before, but I am being serious."

I let my jaw drop. "I need a babysitter when I go to see my boyfriend?!" I ask in disbelief and my mum's head just stays down, wiping off invisible hairs on her suit. "That's not fair."

"Frank, do not use that card." Linda warns, looking back up at me. "Do you think it is fair to hear about what my 16 year son has been doing?"

I look down and mumble a small "no," and she presses on.

"What was that, Frank?"

"Motherfucking no." I whine in desperation. She just crosses her arms and I glare hard at the table.

"Do you need sometime to cool off, Frankie?" Her tone of voice was strain, but her words rolled off the tongue. Almost like she was teasing me, like I was getting what I deserved. "Why don't you go spend sometime in your room."

I get up silently, grabbing the home phone while passing the counter. I am almost out of the room when the devil mother speaks up again.

"Oh and Frank?" I turn to her, giving her an irritate face. She smirks, but it quickly dissolves. She shakes her head. "I'm not playing that game with you. I am the boss of you. Leave your phone with me."

My mind scrambles. She was really trying to mess with me, wasn't she? "What?" I provoke her. "Gonna read through my messages too?" I say, but slam my sidekick on to the kitchen counter.

Linda scowls. "You'll thank me one day." and I just turn and walk away.

Maybe I will. Maybe I will win the lottery too, or solve world hunger. All 3 of those have one thing in common.

It was a very slim chance of any of those things happening.

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"Frankie, are you crying?" I hear over the line as I wipe my tears away. I sniffle.

"No,"

"Are you pouting?" Gerard asks hesitantly. I smile a bit, wiping off my damp cheeks.

"Not anymore."

Gerard coos. "Why are you so upset?"

I scrunch up my eyebrows tight and put my hand on my face. "I told you already. My mom doesn't have any trust left in me and I can't see my boyfriend without a babysitter." I sigh.

The 17 year old clicks his tongue. "I know, Frank, but we snuck around behind our parent's backs before." and I sigh again.

"That's not the point, Gee." I exclaim into the phone, rubbing my free hand on my face in frustration. I hold up the house phone with my other hand, licking my lips. I feel tears come on again and Gerard seems to notice.

"Hey, hey Frank! It's okay." Gerard says softly, I tried to slow down my erratic breathing. "Y'know, I know something that would make you feel better-"

"I swear to God, Gerard Way," an unknown voice comes on the phone. "If you say phone sex, I will personally come over there and chop off your balls."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Mikey?" I ask. "Have you be listening the whole time?!"

"Not cool, little bro." Gerard grunts, using his

I'm trying to score here, dude. I roll my eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. I-have-no-compassion. But Ms. Iero told me to!" Of fuckin' course she did. Why wouldn't see?

Gerard and Mikey begin to bicker over the phone. I listen to an ugly cocksucker who is in the fucking way of me scoring and a Like you can score, I bet your big head blocks your fucking one by one dick before I snap.

"Guys!" I exclaim into the phone and they are still arguing. "Way's!" they carry on.

And I just hang up. I had enough fighting at home with my mom right now, and all of this reminded me of the bad times with my dad being around. It made me sad to think of all the people I care about fighting- and me causing it. I felt like a huge pest in the world.

I curl up into a ball on my bed, dropping the phone down the side. Sure, no one could see me and with my eyes closed so tight, I couldn't see anyone but I felt like the whole world was judging.

Like it was a game. I was screwing up, people expect me to look stupid, imbecilic or funny. For me to find my low self-esstem and crush it. For me to make mistakes. To break promises, relationships and my own skin.

And guess what, I was living up to their expectations.