Lie To Me •Frerard fanfic•

Chapter Three

Frank's POV

"Hey, Gerard, I found your Cinderella." Mikey chooses to say as his greeting, walking into the garage where his brother and the other two guys from yesterday stand, leaving me to walk in after him with a blush coating my cheeks. He sets his backpack down by the worn out sofa, and I see afro guy and blondie turn their heads to me. I see Gerard in the corner of the room, playing with a mic cord, and smirk on his face as he looks me up and down.

"So that was your jacket?" Blondie asks me from where he sits behind the drum set.

I shrug. "It's a blazer, actually. But yeah, it's uh, mine."

Afro dude laughs as he walks towards me. "Oh man, you do not wanna know what Gerard did to it yesterday. He sniffed it, can you believe that?" He leans his arm on my shoulder and laughs.

Gerard comes our way and pats him on the back. "Come on, Ray, you're gonna make him think I'm some sort of freak," he tells him, but his playful tone of voice gives away that he doesn't give a crap of what I think of him. And a part of me begins to wonder if he wants me to think he's some sort of freak, but that'd be absurd, right?

"Just saying, I wouldn't be surprised if he did it again," Ray replies, going back to his spot from before. Gerard stands in front of me now, looking me in the eyes directly, and I let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, what's your name?"

"Um, F-frank," I stutter out.

He smiles, looking almost satisfied. "Well, Frank. I'm Gerard, Mikey's brother, which you probably already knew. You met Ray," he points to afro dude, who waves to me. "And that's Bob over there on the drums." Blondie gives me a curt nod, and I do the same.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but can I have my bla-" I begin to ask, but Gerard interrupts me before I can finish.

"Oh yeah, that's up in my room. Let's go get it."

Before I can object, he grabs my wrist and takes me out the door I came in from, and I don't miss the smirks on everyone else's faces before we go. Gerard let's go of my hand when we get out to a narrow hallway, leading me towards a flight of stairs. He's taking his sweet time climbing up the steps, his hips swaying way more than what they did a minute ago. It's just now that I noticed how tight his jeans are, too, which makes his bum (that's already in my face) even more harder to look away from.

God, he must be doing this on purpose.

Luckily enough, we got to the top of the stairs, and Gerard opened a wooden door on the far right corner of the hall. I followed him inside, my eyes adjusting to the lack of light there was. When they did, I saw a messy bed, with clothes strewn across the floor. Gerard didn't seem to mind the mess, or the fact that I'm in its presence, because he doesn't make a move to clean up. I don't mind though, my room is just as fucked up.

He opened what seemed to be a closet, and began moving things around in there. I could hear hangers sliding against the rod almost frantically, Gerard cussing under his breath. He tucks his black hair behind his ears before moving over to a desk, another pile of clothes on top of it. He digs through that as I look at the wall behind me that's holding two shelves with things from comic books to action figures on it. I chuckle as I see that the comic books are in good condition, being in their packaging and all. I reach my hand to pick one up, but the sound of Gerard's voice startles me.

"Found it!"

I quickly pull my hand back, knocking over an action figure off the shelf, but I catch it before it can hit the floor. I look up to Gerard with an innocent smile in hopes that he won't get upset, but he only scoffs.

"Nice catch," he tells me.

I put the action figure back and clear my throat.

"You're really quiet, huh?" Gerard asks, taking a few steps closer to me.

I clear my throat yet once again. "No, n-not usually."

"So, what makes you so quiet now?"

"I, uh. I-I don't know." I take another few steps back as Gerard gets closer to me, but pretty soon my head hits the shelf behind me, and I let out a pained sound.

"Your clumsy, too. It's actually kinda cute," he smiles at me.

I stand there like a fool, rubbing the back of my head and blushing as Gerard gets closer and closer, our noses almost touching. He likes having me like this, I can tell. His stare is intense; I feel like he's digging around in my brain, searching through all the things I keep hidden up there. His breath is on my lips, and he smells of cigarettes. I don't particularly enjoy the smell of that, but Gerard makes it bearable.

Just when I get used to being this close to him, he says, "Do you want the blazer or not?"

I'd completely forgotten what we had come up here for. He smirks as I take the clothing from him, sliding out from between him and the shelf and heading to the door. He grabs my arm before I can leave the room though.

"Hey," he says. I turn back to look at him only to be met with his face as close to mine as it was before, his grip still on my forearm. "About earlier--what Mikey said--" he smirks, and whispers into my ear, "I'm the princess here, okay?"

I was confused at first as to what the hell he was referring to, but then realization hit me, along with a deep blush, as soon as I saw that seemingly famous smirk spread across Gerard's face. I rushed out of the room as soon as I felt his hand loosen it's grip, hearing his laughter as I descend down the flight of stairs. I practically barge back into the garage to retrieve my backpack, doing my best to get out of that house before any of the guys can see how red I am.

"Hey, Frank, you got your sweater back?" Bob asks me.

I don't answer, because it's quite obvious that I did. I mean, I'm holding it right in my hands.

Ray notices my hurry, and asks me, "What's your rush?"

I don't answer his question either. Instead, I make my way outside, going through the raised up garage door, only saying a quick "See you in school" to Mikey. I made it passed their lawn when I heard Ray say aloud, "Gerard probably got to him already."