My Love and My Hate for You are Infinite ☆ Frerard

Pissing In A Bottle Is Not Fun

I wake up to being shaken, sort of roughly.

"Frank, wake up." I hear and I slowly roll over and open my eyes to see Gerard standing over me still shaking my arm.

"What the fuck do you want." I grumble, trying to close my eyes again.

He looks at the door then back to me, "Uh, well, I had to use the bathroom and I went to go, but your door wouldn't open."

I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowing, "What? Did you try, uh, turning the knob?" I ask with a condescending tone.

He just huffs and rolls his eyes. "Yes, I turned the fucking knob, but it still didn't open. Now, can you please help me I'm going to fucking piss myself."

I grumble while slowly dragging myself put of the bed watching Gerard shift from foot-to-foot.

I walk towards the door and turn the knob, except the knob didn't turn, my eyebrows furrow as I give the knob another tug, then another growing anxious.

"What the fuck..?" I grumble under my breath tugging at the door some more.

I knock on the door loudly and call out still confused as to why the fuck my door won't open.

I hear footsteps outside of the door and say, "Hey, the door won't open and I don't know why, can you help?"

The footsteps stop and I hear my moms voice ring out, muffled by the door, "Hey sweetie, uhm, we decided that you and Gerard need some time to, uhm, well- bond. So, we took it upon ourselves to lock your door. You two will be in there for the entire day until tomorrow at 10:34 exactly. That's twenty four hours to become friends.

My jaw drops to the floor, "What the fuck?" I yell banging my fist against the door. "You can't fucking lock us in the room for twenty four hours? That's like illegal or something!"

"No, it's not illegal, and it's happening whether you like it or not." My mom states coldly and I can hear her walking away.

"Hey!" I yell. "No! Come back! Don't do this!"

Nobody returns and I slowly stop banging on the door to turn to Gerard, his eyes are wide in shock, his mouth dropped down a little.

"This is fucking bullshit." I exclaim staring at him coldly as his mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, searching for the words to say.

"I have to pee so bad." He whispers looking down and cupping a hand around his dick, probably trying to hold the pee in.

I groan, knowing that even if he had to pee they probably wouldnt let him for fear he would run, and start looking around for an empty water bottle or something- I find one that is about half full and chug it quickly before turning back to him and handing him the bottle.

"Here, piss in this."

He looks at me with wide eyes before slowly taking the bottle from me and walking over to the other side of the room, probably for some privacy.

I turn around and make myself busy knowing that I don't want to see his dick or hear him piss more than he wants me too, so I go on my phone and start scrolling through some random social media sight that I decided to check first.

Finally, he's done and I hear him fumbling around maybe trying to find a decent enough place to put the bottle full of piss- side note: don't touch the yellow liquid inside of that bottle.

I turn to look at him and he has a slight blush and is just standing there, after giving up looking for a place, looking down at the piss-filled bottle.

I sigh and stand up gently taking it from him making his blush grow brighter and hed over to the trash can in my room and set it down in the bag.

It soon grows awkward us just kind of standing there not knowing what to do, when I remember what happened right before I went to sleep last night.

"God, why are you so confusingly perfect..."

That one sentence and the feather-light touch down my cheek had my lying awake for hours last night turning over every single possible reason of why that happened.

I look over at Gerard who has situated himself on his blanket pallet with a comic book in hand looking extremely into whatever it is that he's reading.

I take the time that he's distracted to fully look over him, in all honesty, he's gorgeous, obviously he know's that, and so does everyone else: it's a fact.

He's absolutely gorgeous and I can't help but to think that the reason we stopped being friends, why I had to stop being friends with this gorgeous person, was all because I was young and didn't know I had to hide my feelings.

After being bestfriends with someone since birth, I guess you can develop feelings, especially if you're a hormonal 13 year old boy who is simultaneously trying to figure out his sexuality.

See, I know why I hate Gerard, it's because when we were thirteen, we were close as fuck, literally nothing could separate us, and one night, we were sitting on his bed and I had the sudden urge to just kiss him.

This did not goes as planned because as soon as my lips were on his, he was shoving me off calling me a fag and every name in the book, and then finally decided we couldn't be friends.

I cried that night, for song long I cried wishing I could take it back, take everything back- but it wasnt that simple, and to make it worse when I walked into school the next day, Gerard had gotten everyone one his side, he had joined the popular kids, he took it upon himself to become my own personal bully.

For three years now he has bullied me every single day, for three years now my heart has been broken, for three years now I have loathed him, but for three years now I'm still in love with him.

He's just so fucking stupid and so fucking idiotic and just a big fucking bitch, but I can't help but remember the thirteen years we were inseparable.

I can't help but remember the cute nerd I had fallen so helplessly in love with at such a young age, and I cant help but remember how I knew he loved me too, even if it was platonic, he did.

And as I look at him now, I realize I never stopped loving him, but now I absolutely loath him to the point where if I had the guts, I wouldve punched his pretty little face in- but that's the problem, I dont have the guts to do that because no matter how much I fucking hate him, I cant help but to absolutely love him.

I can't seem to escape the spiraling thoughts that are bubbling inside of me with millions of questions, but theres one that rises above the others, loud and clear, begging to be asked, begging to be answered.

"Why does he hate me?"

I didnt realize I said it out loud until I see Gerard suddenly look up with a questioning look on his face.

"Uh, what did you say?" He asks.

My heart stops but my mouth decides to move of it's own accord without the consent of my brain, "Why do you hate me?" I ask suddenly suprising myself as I clap a hand over my mouth.

But it's too late, I said it and he heard it and god do I wish I didn't because I don't want to know the answer.