You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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*GERARD'S P.O.V*

I park my car sloppily as I race to the front door. I knock a couple of times and a tired looking Linda in a robe answers the door.

"Gerard?" She asks, squinting her eyes. I wave a bit and look into the house to see if I could spot Frank. I checked all of the corners and he wasn't in them. I frown.

"Yes, hello Linda, can I see Frank?" I reply, asking quite abrupt. Linda just looks at me.

"

Mrs. Iero," She first corrects, jabbing a finger at my chest. I look down at the place she just poked. I look back up at her and let he continue to speak. "And why do you need to see my son, may I ask?"

I inwardly groan. "Lind- Mrs. Iero," I start. "Your son may be having a panic attack while we speak." I say in a calm, serious tone as she raises an eyebrow.

"Don't be silly, Gerard. I would gear my son if he was having a panic attack." Linda laughs in disbelief and I just shake my head.

"Trust me, Frank is amazing when it comes to keeping quiet." I state and watch as Linda's eyes grow abnormally large. I guess I shouldn't have used those words, it may have lead her to the wrong conclusion. Actually, the conclusion was accurate, but I just didn't want Linda thinking I ravished her child, even if I did. From experience, I have learned that dad's with daughters were scary, but mother's with gay sons are fucking

mental when it comes to protection of their offspring.

She sighs. "Gerard, I would love to let you see Frank, but it's just..." She trails off, nibbling on her lip while looking for the right words to say. I see where Frank gets it from.

"You don't trust me, I know. You don't want me to be alone with him."

"It's not that I don't trust you..."She says with a frown. "It's just that, you're young, as well as Frank, sometimes if you are not being looked out for, you make bad decisions. I don't want that to happen to either of you." She explains.

"Also, Frank is pretty frustrated with me, I'm scared he might do something he'll regret later." She adds and I just nod.

"Mrs. Iero, I wish I could offer you something better than this but," I stick my pinky finger, nodding towards it. Linda looks confused than he lets out a silent

ohhh, still not moving her hard towards it. I nod towards it again, beckoning for her to wrap hers around mine. She lets out a sigh.

"This is weird, Gerard." Despite the weirdness of the situation, she links her pinky with mine.

"I pinky swear Frank and I will only be appropriate." I promise, letting go of her finger and racing past Linda, running up the stairs. I jog down the hall- thank God my boner had gone down- and throw open the door that I remembered to be Frank's. I look at each corner of the room, then at the middle where the bed was. On the bed and under the blankets, a little, shaking bump laid.

"Frank?" I asked a bit confused. His head pops out from under the blankets. His shaggy black hair was messed up and all over his face. His cheeks were tinted pink and his eyes were blown wide, staring at me intently with an open mouth.

"Did she hear me?!"

I take a few tentative steps forward. "Frankie, your not in trouble. She didn't even hear you dying up here." I explain, plopping myself at the end of his bed. He breathes out a loud sigh of relief, falling on to my shoulder. He puts his temple on my arm, calming down.

"Thank heavens," The 16 year old sighs with a smile. "I thought I was a goner."

I laugh and wrap my arms around Frank's torso, letting me and him fall back on to his pillow. He makes a loud

Woooooo sound as his head collides with the pillow. He almost instinctually pulled himself closer to me, feeling my warmth and light atmosphere.

"Mmm, you smell like outside." Frank says, sniffing in the air around my neck, playing with my hair a bit. He chuckles softly. "I like your hair."

"Thanks, I grew it myself."

Frank throws his head back and laughs loudly. I snuggle closer to him, putting my head on his chest. He hums and plays with my hair again, mumbling a happy tune.

This was amazing. Not just the situation right now, but the atmosphere around us. Over the past 2 weeks, we have been distant. I barely saw him and basically was too scared to call him. I mean, what if he wanted nothing to do with me? I couldn't bare hurt him, and I already did it enough so I gave him some space. But we worked it out and I kept my word. Everything was great now.

"Tell me a story," Frank mumbles softly, picking at a lock of my hair. I look at him and smile.

"Like what?"

"Why you're afraid to fall in love."

I don't reply because we hadn't spoke about it before and I didn't know if I was ready or note. I looked up at him again, searching for his emotions. His face was straight and emerald interested. He didn't say anything else because I know for a fact he wanted to talk things out, fix whatever needed to be fixed and move on. I sigh.

"I dunno," I choose what I say carefully. "The last 2 relationships I have been in just screwed me over, y'know?" And Frank honestly doesn't look like he knows. His eyebrows are scrunched together and he's nibbling on his lip. "Maybe I should explain a bit first."

Frank nods and I sigh. "It all started in grade 9. You ready?" He nods enthusiastically and I ready myself as well.

"Imagine this. It's first day of Grade 9 and a super chubby Gerard is barely getting by. He's dropping all his books, he's been late to class twice and he desperately needs a coffee- I don't even know how I didn't punch someone in the balls!" I exclaim and Frank giggles. I continue. "He's later picked on because of his weight, once again. Called a faggot, a loser, et cetera. This goes on for weeks, and months, until he's at his breaking point. He's about to snap. There's not more places on his wrist to cut and no more diet pills to take."

Frank looks up at me with sympathy and hugs me tighter, putting his face in my neck. I keep going.

"One day it's the worst it has ever gotten, so bad that 14 year old Gerard breaks down in the middle of the hallway, crying and screaming. He just wants life to be over. Well, until he saw her." I say 'her' with a lot of exaggeration, almost like she was a goddess or something. "She was perfect, I tell you, Frank. She had a preppy look, but also playful. I even remember the words she said to me when I was on the floor.

Are you alright Gerard Way? She could never remember my name, so she said both. Her name was Penelope, I later learned and everything started looking up from then on."

Frank nods with a small smile. I smile weakly back.

"The story was pretty mundane after that, just two freshman in love. Well, I thought I loved her. I gave my virginity to her. I thought we were the only 2 people in the world and that she was the only one who care for me. But I was wrong." I say grimly, a large frown deepening on my face. Frank mimics my face. "I thought my life was over when I learned it was a joke. Apparently some of the jocks that picked on me offered her 300 dollars to do it, and she did."

Frank makes a low noise at the back of his throat, but not full words. Almost disapproving. I smile sadly down at him.

"It wasn't even what she did, y'know?" I say. "It's the fact that I believed someone could love me. How she laughed in my face when she saw my eyes fill with tears, how she just watched when the jocks attacked me, breaking my arm. I cried myself to sleep every night, I still do sometimes. I thought I would never love again."

"Gee..." Frank says softly, looking up at me earnestly. I gulp and smile again.

"I'm done my tale yet." I put a finger to his trembling lip. He nods. "Now lets learn about poor little 16 year old Gerard, sophomore year is done, he's still kinda fat and is scared to fall again. Well, kinda. He's still pretty damn naïve."

"It's summer when he meets Bert Mccracken. Bert was a lot like him. Long, black hair and baggy clothing but with charming features and a winning smile. He accepted not-really-that-little 16 year old Gerard and they hung out almost the whole summer. Then the kiss happened and shit went down. They had sex or whatever, and Gerard was falling in love again." I explain. "Until Gerard found out about Bert cheating. His close friend Jepha told Gerard that through out their relationship, Bert had been cheating on him with multiple people. This broke poor Gerard once again. He had fooled himself again. He knew deep in his heart that nobody loved the useless fat kid but he ignored it. He was broken again." My voice is soft and I bit my shaky lip. Frank has watery eyes when he speaks up.

"Gerard, I would never do that to you." He says, blinking rapidly. I hug him tight and kiss his forehead.

"When I first kissed you in that car, I knew it was different. I didn't feel like that useless fat kid." I share. "I'm just scared."

Frank furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

I think for a minute, letting words flow out. Words that scared me, words that I knew deep down needed to be said.

"That if I say I love someone, or if I in fact love someone, the world might just implode.

My world just might. I don't think I can handle rejection again."

There is silence in the room and this scared me. Rejection, one of the things that scared me most. But something else scared me more.

Losing people like Frank.