☆Hold Me☆ {Frerard fic} ✅

4: Ew. Socialisation

YouGotLokid wanted this chapter cover XD

Lindsey back to awaken me, her usually cheerful expression seemed a little dampened today. "How are you?" I ask her. She looks at me baffled, as if I had been swapped for a completely new human. "I'm a little bit sad, but okay other than that." She gives me my medication and weakly smiles. "What made your attitude change?" Lindsey asks, looking at me suspiciously. "Well," I think carefully about what I say next. "I...thought it was time for a change." She stares at me for a little longer, and I think she knows that I'm lying. "If you say so." She says with a smile. "Can my door be left open?" I ask before she leaves. "Uh, yup." She leaves it open. "Thanks!" I call down the hall, she turns back and waves, a fake smile plastered on her face. I go off to the showers, and then set off to find Frank.

I find Frank pretty easily, even though I've never really been outside of my room. A strawberry blonde haired girl sits across from him. She has grey-ish eyes and freckles, she seems nice. "My name is Jessica." She says cheerfully, extending a hand to shake, her hands are surprisingly cold. "Hey Frank!" He smiles, and opens his mouth to speak but stops short. A random ginger haired girl walks into the room and dabs. "Skrrt skrrt my boys!" She yells, making some patients get scared. She sits down with us, quoting her favourite vines. "Um, who are you exactly?" I ask her, she looks me dead in the eyes. "Gracie." She says expressionless, still staring at me. I start to get uncomfortable, as she has been staring at me for some time now. "Gr-gracie, please l-leave Gerard a-alone." Frank says, Gracie backing off immediately. Gracie looks at the wall in shock. "ITS COMING!" She says before darting under the table. I'm really as to what she means, there is absolute emptynesd over there, maybe she has schizophrenia or ADHD or something. I decide to get breakfast, Frank follows close behind. "So, how are you Frank?" I ask him he smiles. "G-good t-thanks Ge-gerard." I've notice that Frank seems to stutter more when he talks to me, I'm unsure on why though. "H-how a-are y-you?" He asks. "Good thank you Frank." I like saying his name, it feels nice, like it rolls through your mouth and ends with a nice little sound.

After breakfast, I get to spend some more time with Frank, as the others were annoying us a little bit. We go back to my room, as the door was still open, and sit down on my bed. We talk for a little while, telling eachother more about ourselves, growing closer.

I'm not sure why, but I think I'm beginning to like Frank, more than just in a friendly way...