Give Him Hell, Kid (Frerard)

Chapter Nine

Gerard P.O.V

I found the fact that he was lying about his crush on me to be a little insulting. I found his little verbal outburst to be insulting as well as hilarious, I chuckled.

"We'll see..." I said slowly, stretching my arm so that it was behind him. That way, he couldn't escape from me. I'd grab his shoulder and put him back in his place. Dad's ring was the best present from Lilith- even though I hated her with the deepest passion. It had managed to convince Frank to come over to my house, and that was only the beginning.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He scoffed nervously, trying so hard to keep calm. I smiled, shaking my head. My fingers curled around strands of his hair, he didn't seem to notice.

"I know that you know it's difficult to resist me." I whispered in his ear, watching him squirm. He couldn't get away, even if he tried. I had him trapped; exactly where I wanted him. The ring was a definite help, not mention my charming disposition.

"Don't know what you're talking about." He mumbled quietly, staring ahead. He refused to make eye contact, his fingers digging into his jeans. I could've made my approach a lot more loving, maybe even a little passionate. But I knew that that would get me nowhere. My grip on his hair became even tighter, I yanked his head back. He gasped, eyes opened wide, mouth slightly ajar.

"Oh, I think that you do know exactly what I'm talking about, Frank Iero. I see the way that you look at me- you're undressing me with your eyes. I know what you're thinking, trust me." I growled, holding myself back from kissing him. I wasn't about to make any sentimental value out of this moment, I was simply trying to pass the time before I could go back home and return to my actual life.

He couldn't speak, in fact he was quite shocked at my bluntness. He knew that what I was saying was completely true, yet he couldn't or wouldn't admit it. I sniggered, letting go of his head. His hand shot to the back of his head, rubbing the spot that I had pulled quite violently. I stood up, pacing around the room. Waiting for him to answer me, argue at least. But no, he said nothing. He just stared at me, eyes still wide open.

"What, are you broken now? What's wrong with you?" I asked, trying my hardest not to laugh at him.

"Why are you being like this?" He choked, he looked like he could cry. I mentally shrugged, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm not the liar." I chuckled, crossing my eyes. His face showed pure horror as he rolled his eyes. He wasn't charmed by my attitude, yet he couldn't help himself when it came to spending time with me. Or was he charmed- he had a weird way of showing it.

"I- not lying Gerard." He mumbled again, looking away from me.

"What's that? I can't hear you, because the sounds of lies are too loud." I said sarcastically, cupping my hand to my ears. He shot me a dirty look, sighing.

"Alright. Alright. If it'll shut you up. I like you a little." He grumbled, I frowned, hand still cupping my ear. I didn't believe that he was telling the complete truth- in fact I knew he wasn't. "I hate you," he whispered to himself, "I like you a lot- okay? Are you happy now?" He screamed at me, folding his arms like a tantruming child. He looked away from me, face bright red, breathing heavily. That was all that I wanted to hear. I smiled, walking back towards him.

I sat down next to him, putting my arm around the back of the couch. At least we weren't living on lies anymore. Well, he didn't know what I was, or who I was. Most people don't believe me when I say 'Hey, I'm Gerard Way. One of the favourite sons of Satan. Nice to meet you.' It didn't tend to go down very well.

"Come on Mr Grumpy, I'm not judging you." I smiled, stroking his cheek. He pulled away from me, still quite mad. I grabbed his chin, turning his head so that our eyes were locked. "Don't do that." I scolded, frowning at him.

"You don't control me Gerard, you never will." He rolled his eyes.

"I was just under the impression that you were under my roof. If I told you to fucking leave, you'd run out like a little schoolgirl. If I forced you to stay you'd make any excuse and tell your mom the first thing that came to the top of your head. Am I right?" I snarled, letting go of his chin. He sighed, turning his head of his own accord. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I just get angry." I shrugged with a sigh, unsure if I genuinely was sorry for my angry actions. I stroked his cheek again, trying to provoke some sort of affectionate action from him. He sighed, holding my hand against his cheek. I must've made a breakthrough.
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Song Of The Chapter- Suggestions by System of a Down

A.N
I've almost finished editing Vampires Will Never Hurt You, and for some reason that makes me a tad bit sad ): ah well, I have a sequel to that in the works so if you actually read that fic LOOK OUT FOR THATTTTT

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