A Kiss and I will Surrender || A Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 6

A/N: This chapter and the following are pretty short, because they have been one big chapter at first. I split them up into two though, because it just made more sense to write it like this. I'm gonna upload them together though.

Thanks and enjoy reading :)

-Gabe

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Gerard walked out of school a few days later, smiling down at his phone. He was texting with Bert. Bert was pretty much the only person he still spoke to because, honestly, he was the only one who truly understood Gerard. The younger felt safe around him, because he could tell him everything and he knew that Bert wouldn't judge him.

Bert wasn't unfamiliar with things like depression and anxiety. He had told Gerard, a day after the whole incident with his parents, that he himself was diagnosed with depression, social anxiety and slight anger issues. The anger issues scared Gerard a little, but Bert assured him that he didn't hurt others. His anger was more towards himself. If there would be a situation that was too difficult for him to handle, or if his mind just wouldn't leave him alone, he would hurt himself somehow. He carefully explained to Gerard that he had certain scars on his arms, burn marks as well. All self inflicted. He wasn't proud of them by any means, but he knew that he should tell Gerard about them and about his problems before they would meet and things like that.

Gerard had been impressed by his honesty and straightforwardness, and told Bert that scars and things like that didn't bother him. He wanted Bert to be safe and to feel better. Scars were things of the past. They also told each other that they went to therapy. Gerard went weekly, Bert every second week.

TheBert: Gee?

Geewhiz137: Bert?

TheBert: Can I call you?

Gerard cursed himself for feeling his hands getting sweaty.

Geewhiz137: Is something wrong?

TheBert: No. I would just really love to hear your voice :)

Gerard replied that he could call him when he got home, Bert just said he should text him then. He pocketed his phone and leaned against his car. It was his turn to drive his friends home from school and none of the others were there yet. He was fidgeting with his car keys nervously. Bert wanted to call him. Gerard was curious as well to hear Bert's voice for the first time. Would it be husky? Would he have an accent? He doubted it, but maybe he would. What would his laugh sound like? Would Gerard even be able to make him laugh? He had asked himself these questions a lot already. Yet, he was so nervous.

What if they had nothing to talk about? What if Bert asked him something and Gerard wouldn't know what to reply immediately? What if he would stutter and embarrass himself? Fuck, he was overthinking again. Bert would probably talk to him a little and then hang up again. Or they would only do this once and then never call each other again, because it went so badly. Then they would stop texting all together and Bert would move on and Gerard wouldn't. He would probably write a song about how nothing in his life ever turned out fine and then he would become famous with it and would be remembered about Bert for the rest of his life because he would only be known for this one song. Yeah, right.

He closed his eyes and pressed the palms of his hands onto them. Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop thinking.

Stop. Thinking.

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes again. His gaze drifted across the parking lot. So many students and teachers were walking towards their cars, already leaning against them, just like Gerard, or standing in small groups and talking to each other. Do they have thoughts like this as well? Probably. Probably not. Oh there was Ray. Gerard couldn't understand how he only saw his friend now, considering his huge fro was bouncing strongly with every step he made.