The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 38: New Deadline

Omf, guys. I asked my mom if we could go to the store to get some stuff, and she said no, okay? I just look at her straight in the eyes and with a straight face said, "You are not rad." And left.

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Gerard's POV:

I didn't sleep at all last night, all I could think about was if Frank is okay.

I know the rejection and the confirmation that I want to wait and there's no changing it probably changed his mood a bit, made him sad. But, I heard yelling, his mom. She was yelling about something, I didn't really hear, I didn't get to catch any key words and it makes me wonder.

What happened?

So, it's six thirty and Grandma is in the kitchen, I can hear her walking around, probably making breakfast. I'm not really in the mood to eat, I just want Frank to come over so I can make sure he's alright.

Seven thirty, I ate some breakfast and slapped on some clothes forty-five minutes ago, anxious for Frank to arrive.

There's two knocks at the door which have me dashing for the door, being relieved when I open it to a perfectly normal looking Frank.

"Hurry much?" He raises a perfect eyebrow at me, questioning my rush.

"I heard your mom yelling last night and I wanted to know that you're okay," I say in a hurry.

"You have my phone number, all you had to do was call," he sent me a smile, "sorry to make you stress out over it."

I mentally face palm myself, why didn't I think of calling him?

"So, can I come in?" He asks, a hint of a laugh in his voice. I'm off today, I can already imagine how today will go.

"Yes," I shake my head a little, trying to clear my head, and open the door wider. He walks in and goes straight to the kitchen to greet Grandma and Mikey.

"Where's Ray?"

"He's sick," Mikey answers a bit sadly, "there goes our guitarist for music today."

"Hey!" Frank shouts.

"Okay, there goes our lead guitarist," Mikey corrects himself.

Gerard just changes the topic completely, "I feel like shit for it being a Friday."

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We're sitting in our practice room, going over our songs, thinking about which one needs more work. In my opinion Bulletproof Heart needs the most work done.

"Lets just do a few run-throughs of Bulletproof Heart, okay?" I ask, wanting to just get to playing. I'm excited to play, I just really like these songs.

"Yeah, sounds good, we haven't worked on that one as much," Gerard agrees, thank god, I didn't want an argument about which on sounds worse and all that.

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Five run-throughs later and I think we're getting the hang of it, I just hope Ray knows his part. He probably does, him being the guitar geek.

Mr. Peters walks in and tells us to pack up early, he has some things he wants to talk about with us as a class.

We put all the instruments where they belong and hurry out to the main room where the other group is already sitting.

"So," Mr. Peters starts off, "I just want to make sure that I'm being clear with you guys. I want you go write your own songs, this is an advanced class, be creative!"

He looks at the other group and not so much ours. So, I bet anything they're using famous songs and not their own.

We all nod, then he sighs again, "And I'm going to have to cut your deadlines short."

We all open our mouths to protest, wondering why the fuck he's doing that.

"Why?! We barely have our songs fully played through! Let alone performance ready!" I shout out, being completely truthful.

"Gerard, I'm just cutting the deadline short to the day we leave for Thanksgiving break," he sighs and crosses his arms, "I'm sorry, I'm just having problems lately and that's the day that I think is best for you guys to perform."

"What?!" I shout, that is so not fair! How can he do that?

"Sorry, Mr. Way, but that's just how this has to go," he sends an almost fake apologetic look to me and turns around, playing a few keys on his keyboard, "so, I suggest you guys get writing and playing out of class."

This guy has got to be kidding me, we have all the parts and shit for out songs, but can we really have them performance ready in less than three weeks?

"Calm down, Gerard, we can do that. You know that," Frank gives me a look, telling me to calm down. I try, getting a little calmer.

The bell rings, signaling that we need to go to our next class; mine being art.

The current project is drawing something that you think is beautiful, it can't be a person though. I just drew the bouquet of flowers that are on my mom's grave, I'm already finished so I'm thinking.

I'm thinking through the pros and cons, I'm thinking about Frank and I like I said I would.

I know there's more pros than cons, I don't even have to think and I know that.

The cons are just.. I don't know.

There's the possibility of me losing my temper again and hitting him. That's really it, but I can't keep using that to hold me back.

The pros are, to put it bluntly, just Frank himself. Everything that comes with having him. I'll especially be able to help him stop self harming, he never gave me that blade he said he would in the hospital, and I'm sure he's gotten more.

I'm pretty sure Frank knows that I'll say yes, but I asked for so much time just to make sure. To be able to think. I know I should've asked for just a well or even a few days, but I wanted to make sure Frank could think too.

I sigh and look around, life is difficult sometimes.

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Okay, sorry for taking forever! I'm lately not being able to think much on this story and I'm really sorry! I'm just trying to build up to my planned out ending and that may take a few chapters or a lot of chapters, I'm just trying to go up to it without rushing or being too slow.

Meh, comment vote, whatever.

xoxoCrashFire