Frerard Stories

Selective Mute

(I did manage to post this a couple of hours ago but it wasn't finished so here it is <3)

Edit: this chapter was supposed to be named 'selective mutism' but I don't wanna change it, idk why.

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"Frank had just been a little boy when I first met him.

I was eight at that time and Frank had been four. A cute four year old with brown hair and hazel eyes. He was Mikey's friend. Their mother's set them up and wanted them to become friends. Frank didn't have much friends since he didn't talk. Mom told me that they were trying to figure out what was going on, why Frank didn't talk.

Both Mikey and I was curious about the new friend. But Mrs. Way didn't want me to scare the kid. Mrs. Iero had told them that Frank got scared very easily and as the normal eight year old I was, I was a kind of loud and had lots of energy. So I was sat in my room while Mikey and Frank met in the living room.

"It's not fair!" I screamed. I banged the my hands on the wooden door until my fists was red and I were completely exhausted. Then I laid in my bed, deciding that if I couldn't meet Frank, I weren't going to come out either. Not even when my mother wanted my to.

I sat for what felt like, hours. I didn't move at all. Completely frozen on the bed. Nothing would get me out of there.

And when time had passed, my mother opened the door carefully.

"Gerard, if you want to, you can meet Frank now."  She smiled. But the I only shook my head forcefully. I didn't want to meet Frank anymore.

"Come on." Mom kneeled in from of me. She took my small hand in her and pulled a little. She was strong and could easily just forced me to come, but if she did, hell would break loose. I wouldn't allow her to drag me down the stairs.

"I don't wanna." I frowned.

"Please, Frank is cute. You'll like him." Mom tried to get me to move.

"No." I weren't moving. In the end, mom had no other choice.

"Fine." She let go of my hand and walked out of the room, leaving the stubborn child on his own.

Time passed and I regretted not coming. I we're lonely but I still didn't want to go down. They would just treat me like a stubborn kid.

Suddenly the door handle twisted and someone opened it. I looked up and met the eyes of a little kid.

The kid stumbled in and I patiently watched him stand, unsteady and almost fall. He was good at walking but had a little bit of bad luck when it came to the carpet. He managed to kick the edge of it and swayed but regained the balance.

He made his way to the bed and climbed up.

Neither of us said anything and I tensed when Frank leaned against me, cuddling to my side.

It was a comfortable silence, we sat and listened to each other's breathing. We didn't want to break the silence. I slowly wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer to me. His small body fitted with mine.

Our mother's found us just minutes later but it is the best minutes of my life."

I shifted a little to get a better view of the stars that was reflected in Franks eyes. We were laying on the ground, watching the sky and he was using my arm as a pillow.

It turned out that Frank was selective mute. He could talk, but never did because it gave him anxiety.

I smiled as I got up. I offered him my hand and dragged him up on his feet. He looked a little questioning but I know he trusted me enough to not ask what was going on. That's what trust is. Trust isn't only falling into the persons arms. It is also to have questions but not ask them. Because if you trust the person, you know that they'll tell you everything you need to know.

"That's what I'll talk about in my speech, if you give me the honor and marry me."

I don't know why, but I didn't kneel. I just took his hand in mine and placed the velvet box there.

He almost started crying. Tears formed in his eyes and his smile was wide when he looked at the box.

I opened it so that he could see the silver ring with black decorations. It was pretty and nothing too special. Frank would be able to wear it everywhere.

He nodded and bit his bottom lip.

"I love you."

I gasped.

I've been friends with him for fifteen years. And I've been his boyfriend for four. Never had I heard him talk. He hasn't said a word to me. It was hard but I've gone through that. We had some arguments about it but they always ended in me feeling very bad for pushing him. Once, I had taken his pen when he tried to write me something. I had snapped it in half and and Mikey had to help us solve it. He would tell Frank how bad I felt and he forgave me. It was the worst thing I've ever done.

And now he was speaking.

"You?... Are you okay?" I asked, still holding his hand in mine.

"Yes, I love you. Yes, of course I'll marry you."

I caught him in a hug that lifted him off from the ground. I spun us around and I felt his body vibrate to the sound of him laughing.

"I love you too." I whispered with my mouth to his neck. "I love you so much."

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Hi, again.

School started and I have surprisingly little to do. Not much homework at all and almost everything we work with in class, I know about.

No, I'm not a prodigy but I think that school is easy and right now my only problem is this book we have to read. I think that it'll take some of the time where I usually read and write here, I'm sorry. Blame my teacher for giving me books to read before our trip to Poland. Which is in two weeks so I cannot promise to write anymore until that trip is over.

WW2 was terrible and working with it and learning about it makes me wanna throw up so... Wish me luck