The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 33: Let's Talk

Frank's POV:

My birthday! 15 years old! Fuck yes!

Haha, I mean, woo!

I get up and look around, panicking at first, this is not my bedroom. Wait, oh yeah, I have to stay at Mikey's all week.

"Hey, Frank, you look freaked out," Mikey informs me in a tired voice, "go back to sleep, it's 4 AM."

"Oh, shit, sorry Mikes, just kinda freaked for a minute, forgot that I wasn't at home.."

I don't get a reply, he already fell back asleep, bastard. I lay back down on my bed of blankets and close my eyes, willing sleep to overcome me.

*~*

"Frank, Mikey, you need to wake up," Elena says in a soft, caring voice.

I groan, but get up anyways, "Thanks, Elena."

She smiles and walks back out the door, I look over to Mikey who wasn't even disturbed by her voice. I roll my eyes and throw a comic book at his face, "Wake up, bastard!"

He rolls around and opens his eyes, "Fuck off, dick."

I chuckle and lightly slap him in the face, "Just wake up before I go to more drastic measures."

"Oh, god," Mikey says exaggeratedly and shoots up off the bed, "no. No. No."

We get dressed and go downstairs where Elena has already made coffee and breakfast, she is really a fantastic woman.

"Here you go, boys, eat up," she says cheerily, "or in Gerard's case, drink up."

Gerard playfully glares at her, "Hey, it's not my fault coffee rules over everything else!"

"Seriously, though, you'd drink coffee for all your meals if you could," I point out and smile a bit.

"You would too!" He shouts and points a finger in my face.

I lean forward and bite his finger, which he pulls out of my mouth immediately, "Hey!"

I just chuckle and go back to my toast, "Heh, admit it, you enjoyed it."

He just shakes his head and drinks the rest of his coffee, "Whatever."

*~*After School*~*

I look around for Gerard, he just darted out of the fucking classroom before I could even pick my folder up, Jesus.

I finally spot him heading for the front doors and looking around anxiously, wonder what's up.

I run behind him and grab onto his arm and pull him along with me, "What the fu- Frank?"

I don't respond, just keep running until we're at the side of the building, "Hey."

He doesn't reply, he pulls me in for a hug. I just awkwardly stand there, then decide that I should return it and wrap my arms around his waist.

"So, I'm ready to talk," I look up at his smiling face.

"First, happy birthday! I got you two presents."

"No, please, no presents," I push him away a little bit.

"Why? I know you'll like them though!"

"I just... Don't deserve them."

"You say that about everything, please, it's your birthday!"

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, then nod.

Gerard visibly gets happier and then puts a little bag in my hands, "You're going to love it, this is your first one. We have to walk to your second one."

I nod and take the tissue paper out of the gift bag and look inside, "Oh my gosh, Gerard!" It's a pair of skeleton gloves!

"Do you like it?" He asks nervously.

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Gerard!" I put the bag down and envelope him in the world's largest hug, "Thank you!"

"If you like that one, you'll definitely love the second one."

"Can we go to it? I'm really curious now."

He nods and grabs my hand, "We can talk while we walk."

I chuckle at the rhyme and start walking, after I pick up my gloves.

"So, I forgive you, by the way," I start out, "but," there's always a but, and I don't want to say this but.

"But...?" Gerard asks in an urging tone, he thinks I'm going to say that I want to get back in a relationship. I mean, I do, I really do, I just... Not right now.

"But... I don't want to get back in a relationship," I say and bit my lip, then open my mouth to say, 'yet.' But Gerard is already staring at me with a hurt expression, he's already tearing up and trying to form a sentence, "B-But... Fr-Frank... Why?"

I stare at him, "Yet."

Then his eyes go wide and his mouth is gaped open, "Yet?"

"I have exactly figured out when I want to go back to it, I mean, I know I will. I just don't know when the right time will be, I'll feel it, I guess," I start rambling and look up to see Gerard looking forward and not at me anymore.

"I know, it was my mistake. I shouldn't have expected you to want to just try to start out fresh like at the hospital, I broke my promise even after you warned me. I'll try to control myself more, I will promise you that."

I don't respond, I just keep walking and thinking. I can't help but know that he's going to keep that promise. And I know that the right time to start dating will be when I have come to the conclusion that he can control himself.

"Frank? What are thinking?"

"The right time will be when I know that you can control yourself," I smile genuinely and look up at him, "that's what I'm thinking.

"I guess I better practice controlling myself, because I really want my boyfriend back," then he stops. "We're here."

I look up and I immediately get a rush of happiness, "Gerard, are you serious?" I shout excitedly.

"Dead, I heard you and Mikey talking a while back, and figured, why not?"

I smile and give him yet another hug, "Holy shit! I could kiss you!"

"I wouldn't mind," he smirks and chuckles.

I smile and say, "I wouldn't either, but-" I get cut off by him kissing me, I can't help but kiss back and then pull away a few seconds later.

"Sorry, shit. Frank, I'm sorry," he rambles out apologies, which I already accepted before he even started saying them.

I just grab his hand and pull him along inside, "Come on! I have a piercing to get!"

"How can I help you?" A tattooed lady asks me with a great smile, then her eyes leave me and go to Gerard, she gets a look of want which angers me beyond anything.

"Lip piercing," I say firmly to get her attention away from Gerard.

"Sure thing," she didn't seem to care that I am obviously under the age of eighteen, and Gerard is not my guardian. Whatever.

She brings us to a different room, it has a chair and a table with needles and a bunch of other things.

Gerard immediately tenses up and pulls his hand from mine, "What's wrong?"

"Needles," he begins going towards the door.

"Shit, I forgot you're scared of them, do you wanna just-"

"Yes."

I nod and he walks out the door to the front room, "Well, okay."

I go sit in the chair and show her which side of my lip I want pierced, "And can you put a ring on it instead of a stud?"

"I can, hun," she replies.

As she's sterilizing the needle and getting the ring and everything, she starts making small talk, "Your friend is cute."

"Yeah, I saw you staring," I say in an obviously irritated voice.

"Think he'd be interested?"

"Not in this life time," I reply truthfully.

"Why not?"

"He likes me," I respond bluntly and prepare for the needle to jab my lip.

"Why?" She asks again and pushes the needle through my lip.

I tense up from the little amount of pain and continue on, "I don't know, to be honest."

"I don't either, I mean..." She trails off and puts the ring on my lip.

"I don't know what he'd see in you, so lets just drop it, okay?"

She growls a little and then wipes the blood off my lip, "Whatever."

I get up and walk out the door to Gerard, and he looks at my lip, "Yeah.. That's swollen," he says and shudders a bit.

He gives the woman his money and goes to leave, but she taps his shoulder and gives him a slip of paper, he reads in and then hands it back, "Sorry, I'm not interested."


He turns back around and follows me out the door, "Well, that went well. Kinda, she was getting pissed off at me."

"Why?"

"Because she asked if you'd be interested, I said no, explained why, she said she doesn't see what you see in me, and I said that I don't see what you'd see in her, so we'd better drop it. I mean.. I was only being truthful."

"Well, you are gay, so you view girls in a different perspective than guys who like girls," he explains.

"True, but like... She's... Not... Attractive," I say in a weird tone.

"I do like girls, but no, she isn't attractive."

"You told Greyson you were gay though."

"Bisexual, actually, I just said gay to see if he would hit me, I guess that because of that friendship, he didn't want to or whatever, sexuality doesn't matter," he says in a 'lets drop the subject' tone.

I nod and continue walking.

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Happy New Year!

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