Bittersweet Casualty|| Frerard

Chapter 29

Gerard's pov

I quietly cracked the front door of my house open. I didn't want to make a noticeable entrance. I had it in my mind that I could quietly sneak in my room with subtlety therefore avoiding my mum and brother. Avoiding them would mean avoiding there questions that I would probably fail to answer.

After all I don't find that it's any of their buisness to know why frank was in my room in the middle of the night. Wouldn't it be rude to go blabbering on to people that frank got scared of a murderer? Yes it would be. If it were me I know I'd feel quite humiliated. I'm not willing to put him in that position.

I tried with every fibre of my being to close the wooden door with gentleness so that no noise could be heard.
The door clicked shut with ease. I straightened myself up feeling proud of my closing-doors-quietly skills, and went about trying to quickly make my way down the hall.

Halfway through tiptoeing...

"Honey is that you?" I heard mums voice ring out from her bedroom.

I didn't reply as I attempted to quickly scurry my way to my room.
I was almost there, my fingertips just about to touch the door handle.. When mum walked out of her room.

"Oh it is you good." She said as her footsteps could be heard walking over to me.

I winced and reluctantly withdrew my hand from it's outstretched position to freedom. I curled it up by my side and sighed quietly as I turned around to face her.

"Sup mum." I said like any average teenager would say.

"Um, that whole frank thing this morning, what was that all about?" She question clearly unsure of what to say to me about the subject for she seemed confused. She fiddle around trying to put an earring in her ear so her gaze wasn't directly on me.

I shrugged casually, not bothering to reply with words.

"You know I'm okay with you and Mikey having people over I'd just like to know when they're over so I'm prepared." She laughed lightly as she finished putting on her jewellery.

She then placed he hands on her hips. "And I thought you said you two weren't friends?" She said in a kind of judging tone as she quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You know I don't like to put a label on things mum."

"Yes I know, so what's going on between you two then? You know it's not a sign of weakness to admit that you've made a friend or even a boyfriend."

"I don't see it as a sign of weakness. But at what point in knowing someone is it appropriate to be able to call that person a friend? How much knowledge of eachother must you know before you can appropriately call your interactions a friendship?"
I felt no great need to have an in depth discussion about this; I was simply just going on my little speech for I knew that whenever I do this my mum gets confused and ends up walking away to avoid hearing the rest of my weird elaborate thoughts.

She stood there looking at me like I was  absurd.
"Oh Gerard why must you think of the simplest things in such unnecessary complicated detail." She asked but her question was rhetorical.

"Oh and by the way I'm heading off to the market. Would you like to come?" She asked looking at me as she waited for a reply.

I looked at her as if she was stupid. She should already know the answer to that. She knows I hate to go out in public where there are large crowds of people in a small environment.

She roles her eyes. "Right if course. Because you're too emo, for going to the markets right?" She joked.

I gave her a plain look for I didn't find her 'joke' amusing.