Be Careful What You Wish For (Frerard)

2.

"Why do I feel like you're spending more time with "Frank Iero" instead of me?" Pete asks me jokingly.

"Pete, Frank isn't real?"

"Exactly, which makes it even more strange that you're spending more time with him and less with me."

"I'm assuming by that you mean that I've been spending too much time writing recently?"

"BINGO!" He says excitingly.

"Look Wentz, I need to get this done? I'm literally so close to being done with the portion I have to turn in for English, then I can take all the time in the world to finish the rest of it. So please, leave me alone for an hour tops? Then we can hang out and do whatever it is your gay little heart desires."

"UGH, fine! But I don't know who you expect me to hang out with. You're my only friend Way."

"Why don't you go hang out with Patrick? Haven't you two been hitting it off recently?"

"Yeah but I was just over there the other day, I don't want to seem desperate."

"Desperate?" I question.

"Uh, yeah. If I go over there now he'll know that I like spending time with him."

I stop typing and turn my chair to face him.

"Isn't that what you want?"

"You clearly don't understand how relationships work. I can't let him know that I'm into him."

"Then how do you expect it to go any further?"

"Just-" he starts to say but then stops. "Go back to your story, god. Teaching you about relationships is like teaching a pig to fly."

"Uh huh, right." I say, turning my chair back around to my laptop.

"I'm just gonna go get some coffee at the Starbucks across the street, come meet me when you're done."

"Sure thing Wentz."

"Bye crazy." He says to me as he walks out the door.

I roll my eyes at his child like antics as I continue to write.

"Damn, if Frank Iero was real he'd be my dream guy." I mutter to myself.

Black dyed hair, green sparkling eyes, and a sarcastic personality to match. But, also has a sweet side and would let me cuddle with him at night.

I wish there was somebody like him in my life.

-

I was finishing up the last paragraph when Pete bursts through the door of our dorm room.

"GERARD HELP I SAW PATRICK IN STARBUCKS AND I FREAKED OUT AND CALLED HIM CuTE!"

"Oh, is that why you're back here."

"WHY ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT GERARD. I CALLED HIM CUTE."

"I fail to see why this is a problem, I mean, you think he's cute right?"

"YES."

"So why is it a problem that you told him the truth?"

"Because, Gerard, what if he's not gay?? He might try and avoid me now because he knows I'm gay!! What if he's not?? Or what if he thinks I'm weird for calling him cute?? OR what if he's gay and just doesn't like me back??!!"

"Alright Wentz slow down. If he's not gay, then he's not the one for you. If he think's your weird for calling him cute, then, once again. He's not the one for you. Or, he might forget about it and you can move past it. If he's gay and just isn't into you, what's so bad about that? I'm sure he'll still wanna be friends with you regardless, and maybe you can make him fall for you."