The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 40: Hey...

~*One Week Later*~

Gerard's POV:

Frank hasn't talked to me much, I seriously have no fucking idea why. I've tried asking him and he won't say anything, he'll just look at me with sad eyes and walk away. He hasn't even come over, I've tried asking him to come over and spend some time with Mikey, Ray and I, but he says that he can't and walks home.

I guess I'm glad that it's the weekend, the only bad part is that I'm awake at 5:30, Saturday morning.

I sigh, I've tried to sleep for about fifteen minutes now, but I can't. I'm just so fucking overwhelmed with questions and thoughts that I can't even force myself to sleep.

I get up and go into the kitchen, hoping that Grandma Elena is up.

Of course, she isn't, I mean why would she be? It's 5:30 in the morning and she needs her sleep. I set up the coffee maker, measure everything out, and turn it on. Now for the wait.

Why is Frank so upset? I mean, last Friday I looked everywhere for him after school, but someone told me after asking a few people, that they saw him walk out and was crying. Did I do that?

I don't think I could've made him cry when I didn't do anything. Maybe he just didn't have a very great visit with the principal.

Maybe I'll ask Mikey to go over to Frank's house later and ask him what's going on, I'm kind of worried. What happens if he self harms? What if his mom gets on his nerves or something?

I sigh and realize that my coffee is finished and take a mug from the cabinet.

I pour the coffee in and leave it black, then take a huge gulp, not even caring that the scolding liquid is burning my taste buds.

*~* 1:00 PM

Mikey finally comes down from his room, this is probably the only chance I'll get to ask him to go over to Frank's, so that's what I'm going to do.

"Hey, Mikes?" I call from the couch.

"Yeah?" He shouts from the kitchen.

"I have something really important to ask you, a favor," I say, trying to ease into the question.

"What is it?" He asks, walking into the living room.

"Um, do you think you could go over to Frank's house?"

"Why? Wait- what did you do?" He squints his eyes into a glare at me. Why does he automatically assume that I did something?

"Nothing that I'm aware of," I sigh a little, "I just want you to go over and ask him why he won't talk to me anymore."

"Fine," he rolls his eyes, "but you owe me."

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, almost fearing the answer.

"Don't know yet, but you'll find out when I do," a cheeky grin is plastered on his face, "I'll go get dressed and go over to Frank's."

I nod and go back to the show I was watching, also wondering what Grandma is up to today. She just kind of... left.

*~*
Frank's POV:

Mom and Nicholas went out on a date, a lunch date. I'm not sure when they're coming back, but if it means me not having to hear their spit being traded, then I'm perfectly fine with it.

Over the music I'm playing, I hear three loud knocks, assuming it came from the front door, that's where I go to.

When I answer it, I see Mikey, "Hey, Mikes, what's up?"

"Hey, I need to ask you something," he says, getting straight to the point. Usually he's not like that, he stalls it depending on how important the question is.

"Um, come inside and sure, ask anything."

He walks inside and sits down on the couch, he doesn't look at me he looks straight ahead at the TV, "Why aren't you talking to Gerard?"

I kind of figured this question would come since I don't answer Gerard any time he asks.

"I saw him looking at some chick in physics and in the hallway after school last Friday," I explain vaguely. Well, not really vaguely, there isn't much detail to put in, that's all that happened.

"Didn't you ask him why he was staring at her?"

I shake my head, "No, I just kind of figured that he already came up with his answer and that he doesn't want me anymore and that he wants her..." I trail off, not even sure what to say, my explanation sounds so stupid.

"Just ask him, okay?" Mikey says, then gets up.

"Wait- wait, Mikey. Is that all you wanted?"

"Yeah, Gerard sent me over," he answers simply and goes towards the door.

"Wait," I call out before Mikey can leave, "I'll go talk to him, alright?"

He nods, "Go get dressed and I'll wait."

I get off the couch slowly and walk up the stairs, Gerard is going to hate me, I know it. I go inside my room and strip off the clothes that I was previously wearing and throw on some random clothes out of my closet.

I go down the stairs at the same speed as I was going up them and then meet Mikey at the door before proceeding to follow him out.

When we get inside the Way house, Gerard looks back, "Hey, Mik- Frank?"

I nod my head, "Yeah, hey."

"We need to talk, like now," he says sadness and firmness present in his voice.

I sit on the arm chair in the corner of the room and look at Gerard, waiting for him to start the conversation.

"Why haven't you been talking to me?" He asks, getting straight to the point. Great, he's going to hate me.

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So, I stopped it right here because I'm not exactly sure what Gerard's reaction should be.

I'll update as soon as possible.

And guess what. The end is near. Kind of. I'm not sure how many chapters are left, I just- yeah.

xoCrashFire