You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

XLVI

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

February

I sigh loudly, looking over at Gerard who had been extremely quiet. We have been doing our homework, side by side, and he hasn't tried to do anything. Which was really strange, seeing how just a month ago, if we were in the same room for at least three seconds, Gerard would be all over me in a blink of an eye.

But ever since his grandmother passed away, Gerard's been independent yet dependent all at the same times. Most days, Gerard wouldn't ever get out of bed and Mikey would end up pulling his legs out of bed and forcing a tooth brush in his mouth. Gerard wouldn't even wash his hair or change most days, I even saw him in pajamas at school once or twice.

He avoided me. He didn't look at me when I was talking to him, he doesn't answer me when I ask him questions or look for replies, he doesn't kiss back when I try to kiss him. He's non-responsive to anything I try to do. Hell, Gerard's non-responsive to everyone now. He keeps to himself and his misery pollutes the ozone layer.

I understand how hard it must be to go through this and I didn't mean to be selfish, but I just wanted to help. I know he couldn't possibly be okay with this so soon and I respected that he wanted to mourn, but I didn't want him to make himself suffer. I wanted him to use this to make himself stronger, rather than Gerard killing himself with his self destruction.

Some days I was scared Gerard might do something stupid.

My mum and I went to the funeral a few weeks ago to accompany Gerard and Mikey. Even though I only met her a couple of times, I could tell she was an extraordinary person and I could see how much she meant to Gerard. Gerard seemed off the whole funeral. He didn't cry, he didn't speak, he just stood there, looking miserable.

Kinda like he was acting now.

"Gerard?" I break the silence, looking over at the seventeen year old. He doesn't respond, keeping his eyes glued to the homework he was doodling on. I bit my lip and poke him. He makes a low humming nose. "Are you okay?"

It's a low and mundane voice that merges from Gerard's mouth. "I'm fine."

I tsk with my teeth. "Obviously you are not fine. C'mon, I'm you boyfriend. Please open up to me."

He shakes his head, long black hair falling in front of his face when he doesn't look up at me. "Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfectly fine, I promise."

I don't believe him. "But-" I open my mouth to speak but Gerard cuts me off.

"Everything is

fine." He looks up at me with these sad, heartbroken eyes that make me wanna cry. They look so helpless and miserable and I can't do anything to make them better. All I can do it look at them as they make me hurt.

I look down at my lap and return to my homework without another word. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him stare at me for a moment before shifting back over to the paper in front of him.

It's a minute or two before the silence is broken.

"Gee-"

"Frank, I am fucking fine! Okay?" Gerard snaps, giving me an irritated look. I stare blankly back at him and point to the right of him.

"You have my eraser." I deadpan.

Gerard looks down at the eraser and back at me. He sighs and passes me the eraser, lingering his fingers around my wrist for a little longer. "I'm sorry, Frankie." He breathes out.

"It's okay."

"But it's not." Gerard frowns and I look over at him. "It's just that... I've been so frustrated and confused and just upset lately. I didn't mean to snap at you, honest."

I nod. "I get it, it's been hard."

Gerard stares at me like he wants to say something. He licks his lips and furrows his eyebrows like he's having an inner debate with himself.

"I-I feel like there's... A hole." Gerard starts off slow and shaky, looking confused with himself. "A hole in my heart, like something is missing. And I don't know what to do about it. It aches." His eyes are glassy and he looks near tears already.

"You just lost someone, Gerard." I explain softly. "Someone who was very important to you. You don't have to get over it now. You have a right to be upset. I can't tell you how to get that aching feeling to go away but you can try to fill it again. Just... Talk to me. We'll find a way."

I stare into his eyes as I speak, trying to figure out the emotion going through him. He's unreadable, expressions changing by the minute. Sorrow, anger, sadness, fear, too many to count. When he finally makes up his mind, his face breaks out into bright eyes and a small smile.

Hope.

Gerard turns his body towards me, and leans forwards. I cup his face as his lips touch mine. I don't move my lips at first, shocked that he had kiss me first. It's been a month since he's kissed me, touched me or even made any kind of move on me.

Gerard pulls my lip between his teeth and tugs lightly. "Kiss back." He whines, kissing my non-moving lips. "Stop thinking."

I immediately move my lips. He runs his hands down my torso to my hips and pulls me closer. I move my hands to his hair, tangling my fingers in the long strands. Gerard sucks on my bottom lip and sneaks little licks from his tongue in. I moan quietly as I pull away.

"Mikey told me you were planning on taking me out to dinner Valentine's Day. To a fancy restaurant where we would have to get dressed up and be polite and shit." I mumble against his lips. "He told me because of recent events, you probably wouldn't do it. He's worried about you and he thinks this would be a great distraction."

Gerard backs away from me so he can look at my face. He looks horrified. "He told you? MikeyWay is such a shit, oh my fucking God." Gerard groans and I smile a bit. "But Frank, I don't know..."

I lean forward and kiss him chastely again, interrupting him. I pull back, making an obscene kissing noise as our lips part. "You're taking me out."

Gerard lets his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "I don't think I can..."

I kiss him again, shutting up his nonsense. "You're taking me out for Valentine's Day and that's the end of it. We are going to have an awesome time and it's going to be totally cliché. It'll be the perfect distraction and it'll just be us for the night. Is that okay?"

I look up at him, batting lashes, hand on his thigh and all. He looks out of breath and wild eyed. His eyes scan my face, taking extra time on my lips.

"Yeah, Okay Frankie." Gerard breathes out. "Just us for a night."