You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"We should go on a road trip."

Gerard flails a bit when I make a pained nose low in my throat. "Your driving scares me. I don't wanna die." I whine, frowning.

"No, but seriously!" Gerard exclaims, jerking the car roughly to the left. I grab the handle above my door. "It could be so much fun! We could like, I dunno, eat a shit load of fast food and find a camp ground and sleep in a tent and do campy things. We can even sleep in the back seat one night!"

I wrinkle up my nose. "Sounds fluffy and Goddamn domestic."

"Yeah, but that's the beauty of it!" Gerard pushes and what can I say? Sounds sorta fun. "We should totally do it, we can act domestic if we want. I love you and if I wanna act domestic, like fuck we can. Shit, we can like go grocery shopping together for the road trip and do our laundry at Rwandan laundromat and-"

I snap my head over at him, taking a few moments to process what he said. He said it. "

What did you just say?!"

Gerard looks over at me, pulling into his driveway. He kills the engine and unbuckles seatbelt, looking confused. "We can do laundry at a laundromat?"

"No, no, no. Before that."

Gerard furrows his eyebrows and thinks back to what he said before. Sudden realization covers his face as he stares back at me with wide eyes. We stay like that for a minute. Just looking at each other, completely mind blown and excited and happy and everything in between.

He said it.

"Say it. Again." I ask softly, fingers finding his wrist. "Please."

Without hesitation or fear, he says it slowly. "I... Love you."

The world doesn't implode like he thinks it will, it's just dead silent. The words were out there. The sky was still blue, I was still here and nobody was running. Point for Frankie.

Gerard gulps, coming to the same realization as I was. His face breaks into a huge, shit eating grin as he leaps forward and pulls me into a tight embrace. His fingers clutch the back of my sweater as make a choking noise in his neck, a mix between a laugh and a sob.

"God, Frankie, I love you." He whispers, kissing my forehead and burying his face into my hair. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I. Love. You."

I'm smiling so big, it hurts. I look up at him and his large, glassy eyes and I can't help but laugh. It's loud and cheery and beautiful. He giggles back because we were weird and insane but we were alright.

"I love you too," I sniffle, letting out another giggle. Gerard just pushes me closer to him, putting his hand on my head and tangling his fingers in my hair with his other hand making it's way around my hip. I wrap my arms around his torso.

We stay like that. Maybe it was because Gerard was afraid to let go and I was proving that I will stay or maybe we were too happy to leave. Whatever it was, I didn't care.

"Does this mean we can go road trippin'?"

I shake my head as I let out more giggles. "Defiantly."

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*MIKEY'S P.O.V*

It's after school and I missed my ride with Gerard and Frank. Bleh, probably didn't miss much. Probably safer if I walked anyways.

I undo my lock and my locker swings open. I ignore the little white note that fell out because I knew exactly what it was. They've been coming almost daily now, filled with weird fantasies and obscene observations. They scared me yet increased my sexual frustration by 102%. I didn't even know what to do anymore, I needed to find out who was writing me these notes.

I pick up the note, looking timidly on the inside. I see a mix of green and yellow today. I was scared to read the note, so I don't. I skim the message for a name but there's none. Like usual.

I close the note and glance around the hallway. I look for anyone who could've put it in my locker. I lean against the open door, looking at all the different faces. Nothing stick out, nobody is even looking at me. But something does catch my eye.

Black, puffy hair and green and yellow sharpie tattoos.

I run up to them, grabbing their hand and spinning them around. I look down at the writing on their hand. Bright yellow and green stands out the most, mixing in with the faded red and blue. I look up at the face.

"It's

you?!" I exclaim. Billie Joe fucking Armstrong looks confused for a second but then sees the letter I was holding. He smirks.

"Hello, darling." He purrs, plucking the note out of my hand. His eyes scan over it, like he was rereading what the note said this time. "I see you've got them."

I don't even know how to react. I back him up until he's against a locker. These notes were from Billie.

I didn't know how to feel. Defiantly shocked but happy? Angry? I obviously had a huge crush on Billie so I felt so joy. I was mostly overwhelmed and relieved. I kinda wanted to punch him in the face too, but only a little bit.

But I felt something else. Confidence.

Walk close to Billie, too close. His back is up against the locker and his smirk is centimeters away from my face. I stand on my tippy toes and push my glasses up, closing the gap between us.