The Forest (frerard, boyxboy, SLENDERMAN!)

part 8- to forgive.

I've been sitting in front of his goddamned window for about an hour and a half. I decided not to scream, or bang on his window or anything anymore.

I thought that if I'd just wait, maybe he'll come to his senses and let me talk to him.

Needless to say, it didn't work out as well as I hoped it would. I just sat there, and he just laid face down on his bed. He kept quiet.

So have I.

Two can play at that game. Well, at least that's what I thought before I got real tired of sitting around, doing nothing.

And so, I got up on my feet and turned myself to the window. I kneeled in front of it.

He was still in the same position. Maybe he fell asleep.

It was worth a shot, even if he wasn't listening. I placed my left hand on the glass.

"Listen Gerard…" I sighed. "I know I acted like a jerk. And… and you don't deserve it, you're the last person who deserves it. I just… You…"

I started to get real nervous, and wiped the sweat off of my forehead.

"You know, I have trouble socializing, you do… And, and when you see something like that I mean… Try to put yourself in my situation, wouldn't you be a little freaked out?"

He was as still as a corpse.

"Gerard I mean… I have it tough with people, okay? I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, I… I get nervous and panic which is, actually um, exactly what's happening now."

I faced away from the window and sat on my butt, wrapping my arms around my knees. I leaned on the window.

"It's just that… that... with you, you know I really, I really tried… You're the best friend I had in years Gerard and I like you a lot and to be fair, now, I can't imagine not having you in my life in at least some sort of way."

I took one hand off of my knee, and started making a pile of the fallen leaves.

"And I miss you and I... I-I was just so weirded out, and I shouldn't have blocked you out and I'm sorry. And- and you're… you're such a great guy… And all of that stuff, it doesn't matter because you're such a good friend and you have an amazing personality and I'd like nothing more than to be your friend. And I…I… know I made a mistake but… You… I… I-I think- I…"

I began stuttering like an idiot, face red and everything, wiping sweat off my fore head and flinching, seriously having a panic attack now.

"Okay." A voice came out, cutting the air, silencing the meaningless noises that were coming out of my mouth. I looked at the window.

He was standing right beneath me. His face was stained red, his eyes bloodshot, and a towel hanging on his arm. He wiped his face with it.

"Calm down, Frank." He said quietly. I was shaking like a little dog in the rain, my hands were ticking, and I was dripping with sweat. "It's fine." He placed his hand on the glass. "Do you want me to get you some water?" He asked sympathetically.