My Love and My Hate for You are Infinite ☆ Frerard

Is My Title Too Short Now?

  Y'know, the only thing about Gerard I don't absolutely hate is his house.

His house is huge, or bigger than my house, at least.

His parents have always been pretty wealthy, they both work good jobs so they take in a bunch of cash.

That's probably why my parents like being at their house more than ours.

Though the Way's don't mind, obviously.

They are always inviting us around.

Every.

Single.

Day.

I honestly don't understand how someone can stand being around another person everyday like that.

I would loose my mind.

Oh wait, I already have because you know who I have to see every day.

Yeah, Gerard freaking Way.

I can't stand that boy with his shoulder length dark hair, and his mesmerizing hazel eyes- Uh I mean, ugly eyes that I can't stand to every see because they are so ugly, yeah.. Moving on.

My walk to the Way's house was shorter than usual because when I looked up there it was in all it's Way House glory.

I sigh practically stomping up the steps and walking in, not bothering to knock.

I here talking and laughing so I turn the corner into the kitchen.

"Hey." I say waving one of those small half-wave things.

Everyone turns to look at me.

Everyone being Gerard, Donna, Donald, my mom, my dad, and Mikey.

Everyone has varying expressions on their faces, the adults being pleasant saying different versions of 'hi frankie's, and Gerard's being a death glare mixed with that stupid smirk that's always residing on his lips.

"Hi Frankie," he says he smirk widening and his tone condescending.

I roll my eyes turning towards my parents, ignoring the way his eyes burn a hole into me.

"So," I start wanting more than anything to just leave.

"I have a lot of homework to do that I need to get done." Hoping that they will just get the hint and let me go without eating.

"You can do that after we eat, Frank. We all know that you're just using that as an excuse to get away from Gerard." My mom replies with a bored tone.

I sigh plopping down in one of the chairs.

I rest my head on my hand and let my gaze drift over to Gerard.

He has a comic book out, reading it.

I can't see which one, but it's probably a Batman one since that's one of his favorites.

Suddenly as if he knew I was looking his head snaps up and he meets my eyes.

He glares and throws his fork at me.

"Hey!" I yell, dodging the fork just as it was about to hit me.

It hit the wall behind me with a small thump and clattered to the floor.

He shrugged, "Shouldn't have been staring." He answered nonchalantly.

I glared at him gripping my own fork in my hands.

"Don't even think about it, Frank." My mom's voice rang out.

I sighed again releasing the fork from my death grip.

"You're lucky my mom saw or I would have shoved this in your eye." I gave a pointed glare at Gerard.

He just laughed it off, and food was set down in front of us.

The seating arrangement that we all sat in everytime we were here was: my mom and dad at the left end of the table, Gerard's mom and dad at the right end of the table, me on one side and Gerard and Mikey on the other.

I look down at my food.

I'm usually not very hungry and I've already eaten lunch today, so I just move the food around with my fork.

Something hits my head and I look up to Gerard.

He's grinning like he just won the lottery.

I glare at him, "I hate you." I say as I stand up with my plate.

My parents know I don't eat much so they don't ask questions when I just suddenly get up to throw my plate away.

Once I'm done scrapping all of the food into the trash can and washing the plate I head back to the dining table.

I look around at everyone and decide I really don't wanna be there anymore.

"Okay," I start clapping my hands together and turning towards the parents.

"The dinner was amazing Mr. and Mrs. Way, thank you, but I am tired and I have homework, so I'm going home." I look at my parents and they nod, so I stand up and walk out of the house.

At home, I trudge up the stairs to my room and close the door.

I lay on my bed and stair up at the ceiling.

I think about everything that's happened today and sigh.

I know very well why I hate Gerard, but I don't understand why he hates me.

We used to be best friends. I forget about any type of homework and continue to think about Gerard until I finally fall asleep.

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This is pretty short, sorry :)
-Adrian x