The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 32: Early Present

Just an author's note real quick:

I'm being lazy, so I'm skipping over the weekend in this story and skipping straight to Monday. But over the weekend, Gerard bought Frank a present, and you'll just... Read and find out, okay?

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Frank's POV:

Yay! One day until I'm fifteen! I usually just go trick-or-treating for my birthday, but I guess this will be the year I don't do that, thanks Mikey and Ray...

"Frank! Come downstairs! I have something for you!" Mom yells up the stairs. Oh, yippee, wonder what is could be..

I groan and scratch my head, stretch my limbs and throw the comforter off my body. I wish I was a morning person, now that I think about it, it'd be nice. It'd be easier for me to wake up, geez, I'm surprised I'm not late for school all the time.

I finally get around to getting up and it's like... 6:00?! What the actual fuck? I don't wake up until 7!

"Mom," I groan while tiredly stomping my way downstairs, "it's 6:00, why are you waking me up?"

"Well, I have an awesome present for you, and I have some... Potentially upsetting news," she seems quite pleased with herself, except her confidence lowered a bit after saying the last part.

"Okay, give me the potentially upsetting news first," I mean, it's always better to get to the upsetting news first, right? If you get told bad news then have something good afterwards, you're not as upset. At least, that's how I've always been.

"Um... I'm going out of town for the week, so I'm not-"

"Going to be here for my birthday," I sigh, and throw my arms up in exasperation, "I mean, it's not like you wanted to be here anyways! All you ever do is go out at night and bring back some one night stand and cry the next day about how you thought he was different from the thousand others you've brought home!"

"I do not! You're over exaggerating."

"Maybe I am, but you've done it before and I have no doubt in my mind that you'll do it again. What's your reason for going out this time? Long distance boyfriend you found on some whore site? Wanna go out drinking, not come home? Or maybe you just want to get away from your fuck-up of a son!" I am beyond pissed off, I mean really, the least she could do is stay home to be able to tell me Happy Birthday or something.

"No, I have to go to Maine because your Aunt is sick," she says with tears coming in her eyes, "you'll be staying across the street at Mikey's house."

"Mhm," I hum in response, I don't believe it for a second.

"Just take your present, I have to leave," she whispers and hands me a large box wrapped in silvery wrapping paper with a black bow. There was a little card taped on the top next to the bow, it read: 'Dear Frankie, I'm sorry I had to leave, but it is important. I hope you like your gift, I figured you would. -Mom'

I sigh and remove the bow and note, tearing open the paper.

What laid inside was a shiny new Les Paul, it was dark purple and black just like the one at school. There was another note on the box, 'Thought Pansy was getting a little old.'

I smile and instantly regret yelling at my mom, I mean, yes, she makes me mad all the time, but I seriously don't deserve this if all she gets in return is angry words and false accusations.

I pull out my phone and text her, 'Hey, mom, I'm really sorry about yelling at you. I was just mad and.... I really like my present, thank you.'

I didn't get a reply, as reckless as she can be, she doesn't text and drive. That's relieving.

So, without thinking I instantly go slap on some clothes, not caring if they're dirty or not, and jog over to Mikey's house.

When I get over, I knock loudly on the door, it's 6:30, so someone should be up.

A few minutes later, the door opens and an unfamiliar lady stands there, "Hello, can I help you?" She asks me with a sweet smile.

"Yes, is Mikey up?"

"Yes, should I tell him you're here?"

"Nah, I'll go up and get him," I smile at her and walk through the door, "thank you, though."

She doesn't respond, so I go upstairs and quietly open Mikey's door, "Grandma, I told you, I'm getting up," Mikey groans tiredly and throws something at the door.

I walk quietly to his bed and stand there, his eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful... For now.

I just do what I always do, I jump on him and scream his name, "Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!"

He manages to shove onto the floor and grabs his glasses, "What?!"

"Guess what!"

He immediately gets a bored and unamused look on his face and crosses his arms, "What?"

"My mom. Got me. A new guitar! And. And, and, and, she's leaving town so I have to stay here for the week."

"No way," he says in a happier tone.

I nod and give him a happy smile.

"Well, Gerard'll be happy about that," he sighs a little, "and that'll only make setting up for your birthday harder."

"Don't worry, I was planning on talking to Gerard tomorrow, so it'll give you and Ray time," I smile a little.

"Good, y'know, all I fucking hear out of him anymore is shit about how he wishes you would talk to him."

I wave my hand lean back against his bed, "I want to talk to him, believe me, I do, but I just really don't want him thinking that I want the relationship back."

"You don't want it back?"

"Let me put the situation in your perspective, what if Ray hit you. Would still want to date him?"

"Well, no," he answers, looking everywhere but at me.

"Exactly. I mean, I still love him and all, I just don't want to date someone and fear that I'm going to get hit every time he gets mad."

Mikey nods and gets off his bed, "Want breakfast?"

"Sure, and by the way, who's that lady?"

"Oh, that's Grandma Elena," he says and smiles a bit, "she's really nice."

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It's not as long, in my opinion, but here.

xoxoCrashFire