The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 7: Surprise?

Aren't Wednesdays great? After getting severely hurt by Gerard this morning, I'm now sitting in his living room. He's staring me down while Mikey sits uncomfortable in the chair on the other side of the room. "Um, you guys... Uh, thirsty?" Mikey asks, you could hear his uncomfortableness.

"Uh, yeah, sure. What do you have?" I ask.

"I'll take Dr. Pepper," Gerard answers.

"Um, yeah, I'll just get a Dr. Pepper too," holy crap, I'm scared. What if Gerard like.. Beats me up again? My mom'll be pissed, well, no... She doesn't really care, but she'll wonder.

"Frank, you really need to finish that song," Gerard sighs after Mikey leaves the room.

"I know.. I just can't think. Some stuff has just been distracting me and I can't focus," yeah, if self harm and crying is considered a distraction...

"Dude! You just had to say that, go get your guitar and notebook. Ill help you," he offers a bit happily.

I nod slightly and go to the door, "Mikes, I'll be back in a minute!" I shout and then walk over to my house.

I run upstairs and grab Pansy and my notebook. Then go back down.

"Um, where ya going?" My mom asks a little shyly.

"Back over to Mikey's, Gerard and I are going to finish up a song I've been working on, it's for a school assignment."

"Okay, well, be home before 8, I have some news for you and I'll tell you over dinner. Alright?"

"Yeah, mom! I promise," I say hurriedly, wonder what the news is. I shrug and cross the street.

I knock on the door and wait, then Gerard opens it, "You know, you could have just opened up the door, we knew you were coming back."

I laugh embarrassed, "Oh, I'm sorry," I'm blushing now, fucking perfect.

He laughs and lets me, "Alright, lets get this song started.. Or finished? Worked on? Yeah, worked on!"

I shake my head while laughing,see, I like him because he can be funny, and weird, and adorable, and just plain nice when he's up to it.

I put out my notebook and let him read what I have so far.

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Mikey pulls me into the kitchen after an hour of working with Gerard.

"Stop drooling over him, he's going to notice and never want to talk to you again. Just keep it secret and don't show it around him! He. Isn't. Stupid. He will notice how weird you're acting, he'll be disgusted, and just... I don't want you to get hurt."

"Uh.. What the fuck?! YOU LIKE ME?! THAT IS FUCKING GROSS! Jesus, Frank, I am not fucking gay! I. Don't. Like. Dick!" Then he punches me and gathers my stuff and pushes me out the door.

Why do I try? I'm now crying heavily and just running. "Why?!" I shout.

I didn't realize that I was on the sidewalk, I hadn't realized that I stopped, but as soon as I did, I ran again.. Only this time, I didn't get very far. I got hit, I felt excruciating pain, mostly in my head. I feel around the best I can and realize I'm bleeding profusely. Then... I just black out to the melodic sound of Gerard shouting my name, and a phone call with Mikey shouting into the phone.

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~*Gerard's POV*~

I didn't slam the door shut yet, I was too busy raging to even remember to close it. I have angry tears coming out of my eyes, I'm not going to ever let him fucking talk to me again. That's sick, that's nasty, that's WRONG!

I turn just in time to see a car... No, a fucking truck hit Frank! I scream, "Mikey! Frank.. He-He got HIT!!"

Then I run out the door yelling, "Frank! Frank, are... Are you awake?"

No response, I start crying, this is my fault!

"Frank! Frank... I'm... I'm so sorry."

I hear Mikey shouted to the police over the phone, "MY FRIEND JUST GOT HIT BY A FUCKING TRUCK!" He gives our address and then hangs up, I'm still crying.. I can't stop.

I don't waste time though, I gather up his guitar and notebook and put them on the sidewalk, then I pick Frank up and lay him down on the sidewalk, "Frank? Frank, please wake up."

I can hear the sirens and start to panic, "Oh my god!"

I run over to go get his mom, "Linda! Linda!" She runs out the door and looks at me, "Yes?"

"Frank.. He.. He got hit by a truck, the ambulance is coming."

"What?! My Frankie!" She runs over to the sidewalk I set him on and holds his hand, then the ambulance pulls up.

The put him on the gurney and let Linda go too.




What am I going to say to Frank? I can't just apologize and expect everything to be better. I have to show that I'm sorry. I really didn't want to shove him out of the house! I just needed time to think.

Calm down, Gerard, calm down. Visit him in the hospital and.. And explain. Full blown! Poor your feelings out and don't let him say anything until you're done!

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Surprise, indeed!

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