I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay (Frerard)

[Chapter 13]

I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay

GERARD.

"What dooo I taaaake?" I whined down the phone to Brendon and Patrick, looking around my room at all the possible things to take it not yet sure of what I wanted to bring with me to probably get trashed in the forest.

They both made a sound of annoyance, Brendon muttering something under his breath and it getting quieter and quieter along with the sound of footsteps, "You annoyed Brendon so much that he walked away to get a beer." Patrick laughed at me, following behind Brendon by the sounds of it and a door opening.

"You need to hurry up, Gerard. We're gonna come over to pick you and your bags up so we can leave for today. If you want, we can help you pack when we get there in about ten minutes." I pouted even though Patrick couldn't see me and sat down with crossed arms as I heard two sets of footsteps along paved floor.

I said a goodbye to my two friends and hung up, making my way down the stairs and out of the front door, sitting on the step with my chin cupped in my hands as I stared at the gravel either side of the pathway that led up to the front door.

It was easy for me to tell when Patrick and Brendon were coming along. Now that they have both been my friends for near enough a month, it was easy to pick up their voices from a long way away. Brendon was laughing at Patrick and Patrick seemed to be panicking about something Brendon was saying.

Patrick kept telling Brendon to shush but Brendon kept on going on with the swearing, not giving Patrick what he wanted but instead providing him with a heart attack over it, "Brendon! Stop!" Patrick yelled, the both of them finally coming into view, Patrick dragging on Brendon's arm, "It's not nice!"

Brendon saw me sat there and grinned with a wave, "Gerard, tell Patrick that it's not that rude to swear in front of your friends!" I smiled, knowing what Brendon wanted me to do so I went along, standing up and bringing Patrick into a big hug.

"Alright, Pat. It's alright." I pulled back, holding onto Patrick's shoulders so I could look into his eyes, looking over at Brendon for a moment with a smile before back at Patrick, "Alright now, Pat, repeat after me: fuck."

Patrick's eyes widened with shock and he let out a gasp, Brendon laughing and walking away from us into the house, "Holy smokes Gerard! That's rude! I can't do that!" Patrick looked at me, seeming to be disappointed before following after Brendon into my house.

"C'mon in, guys. Don't worry about it, go straight to my room." I mumbled to myself as I trailed in after the two, closing the door and headed up to my room to see Brendon spaced out on the black carpeted floor and Patrick sat at the desk in the black swivel chair, "Make yourselves comfortable, I guess."

Brendon was on his phone, only just managing to grunt back to me as a reply, obviously too busy with whoever he was typing a message to, to actually reply to me with another sarcastic comment, "You don't need to worry about condoms, I got that covered for you."

I choked on my saliva, turning to stare at Brendon who hadn't even turned to look at me but he just smirked as he continued playing with his phone. I turned to Patrick who was already staring at me with wide eyes, as if he believed Brendon and thought I actually needed condoms.

"Why would I need them?" I asked, now composed with my guard up for anything else Brendon was going to throw out there, "Is that how many bases you and Frank got outta the way? You guys work fast as fuck." Brendon laughed, rolling over on the floor and jumping up so he could sit on the bed beside my two bags.

"Who's Frank?"

"I do not like him, and he doesn't like me! We have not had sex, Bren!" Brendon laughed at me, shaking his head as he ruffled through my things, "Who's Frank?" I stormed over to Brendon, knowing I was acting childish but still slapped his hands away and threw more shirts in, two black sweaters and more jeans.