The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 37: Homophobia Is Gay

Holy crap. I swear I freaking typed the rest of a chapter that I had started and updated! What happened?!! Oh my gosh. ;-;

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Gerard's POV:

Frank just grabs my head and smashes his lips to mine. He didn't hesitate, and I didn't hesitate to kiss back. It was short, no tongue, and I'm glad because I really need to speak my mind to him about a relationship.

Frank sits on my lap after breaking the kiss, "Still don't want a relationship?"

I chuckle at his choice of words, "I want a relationship, just not now. Give me time."

"Until the weekend?" He chooses, that'd only give me the rest of today and tomorrow.

"No, give me until Thanksgiving. I need to figure everything out and so do you," his face drops because that's obviously not what he wanted to hear.

"That's too long," he whispers. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder.

"I know, but I need to just think."

"Isn't two days enough?" He asks.

"No," I whisper, it being muffled by his arm, "just give me until Thanksgiving. I promise I'll have my answer by then."

"Three weeks? Why?" I raise my head from his shoulder and look up at the pouting fifteen year old on my lap.

"Frankie, I think you should think about it, too, what option would be best. I'm not trying to tell you to not like me or not want to date me, but maybe just think on it a little. Do you really want to risk me hitting you again? My anger? All of it. Ask yourself those questions and don't lie to yourself," his facial expression changes to a thoughtful one, "come on, Frank, it's six o' clock, lets go upstairs and sit with Mikey and Ray."

He gets off my lap and stops me as I try to head for the stairs, "Could I have one more kiss? Before the three weeks starts?"

I smile, knowing that no matter what, he'll still want to date me, then I nod my head. I lean down and plant a little kiss on Frank's lips, he tries to go deeper than that, but I don't let him.

"Come on, Frankie," I grab his hand and pull him up the steps and out of the basement.

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Frank's phone starts ringing, playing the song 'Know Your Enemy' by Green Day.

"Hello?" He asks, sounding a but irritated.

"... Mom, it's only six forty-five... Yes.. Who? ... Fine," he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket, "Fucking great. I have to go home and meet yet another douche my mom decided to hook up with," then he gets up and angrily puts on his shoes and walks out the door.

"Bye, Frank," I say, knowing full well that he can't hear me.

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Frank's POV:

I open my front door after the short walk home, I'm not looking forward to seeing the man that my mother chose.

"Frankie! How was school?" My mom asks, acting a little too happy for her usual behavior.

"Good... Um, who's the dude?" I lazily point my finger at the guy who my mom has latched herself onto.

"This," she smiles and gestures to the tall man, "is Nicholas."

I take a good look at him. He's a lot taller than I am, he had noisy brown hair with little strands of gray. He wears rectangular glasses over his dark chocolatey eyes, and is tanned. He wears a big smile showing his top row of perfectly white teeth. He seems nice, actually.

"Hello," I wave, "I'm Frank."

"It's nice to meet you," he bows his head a little, then looks down at my mother.

"Alright, boys! Time to eat," mom states cheerily, a little too cheerily.

I walk to the table, taking a seat at one of the ends, "What's for dinner?"

"Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans," mom answers.

"Mashed potatoes and green beans it is," I say, grabbing at the bowl of mashed potatoes.

"You're still going through that phase of yours?" My mother asks, sounding exasperated and annoyed.

"It's not a phase, mom," I reply, scooping the mashed potatoes onto my plate, "I just don't see why we have to kill animals in order to enjoy a meal."

I set the bowl back in the middle and grab the gravy when my mom answers back with, "How will you get protein?"

I chuckle, she acts like she knows everything yet she doesn't know you can get protein from more than meat, "Eggs," I reply simply, not wanting to rant. I pour some gravy over my mashed potatoes and set the gravy back down.

"Eggs come from animals," my mom points out, getting food of her own.

"Yeah, but I'm not going vegan, just vegetarian. So I can still say dairy and stuff," I say, putting green beans on my plate.

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Dinner went nice after mom and I decided to quit arguing over my choices. I figured out that Nicholas is actually a bit like me. He likes most rock and plays drums. I like that.

"Frankie, can you show Nick how good you are on the guitar?" My mom asks, using my nickname.

"Sure," I answer awkwardly, "just let me go get Pansy."

I walk up the stairs and grab Pansy from her stand, jogging back down. When I get back down, mom and Nicholas are in a little conversation.

The conversation hits a break and that's when I come in, "Um, I can play you a song that I wrote."

I end up playing I'm Not Okay, Teenagers, and A Match Into Water.

"Who wrote Teenagers? I've never heard that one," my mom wonders out loud.

"Gerard, Mikey's brother."

"Oh, how his Mikey? Hasn't seen him lately," she puts on a fake smile. She knows Mikey's gay and she absolutely hates it, but she has to put on a good act for Nicholas, right?

"He's great, he got a boyfriend and they're absolutely adorable!" I say in an overly happy tone, just waiting for her to pop with rage.

"Oh yeah, he's gay," her voice comes out monotone and emotionless.

I nod my head casually.

"I never understood why you support them," my mom states out of nowhere.

"Because there's nothing wrong with it," my tone comes out like I just answered two plus two to a trigonometry teacher, a 'duh' tone.

"Yes there is! Two men aren't supposed to date, marry, sleep together! None of it!"

I chuckle, this is when it all comes out, "I'm gay."

Her eyes go wide and she tenses, "What?"

"I'm," I pause dramatically, "gay!" Then I turn and walk up the stairs, waiting for my mom's rant on how I'm a demon child to start.

"Frank Anthony Iero! Don't walk away, come down here right now!" She starts yelling.

"No."

She stomps her way up the stairs, "How can you be gay?! I thought I raised you right!"

I chuckle again, loving how angry she is, "Guess not."

"Where did I go wrong?" She asks herself, "my son's a faggot, a sinner!"

I think of something clever, just something to say, then I get the best idea ever, "Homophobia is gay, mom."

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Okay! I apologize if there are any errors, I was typing pretty rushed and just wanted to get an update in!

Sorry for the long wait,

xoxoCrashFire