Lie To Me (Frerard)

8: Conveniently, Gerard Doesn't Die In This Chapter

"You're not even trying." Gerard tried his best not to get involved with Frank Iero, especially as Gerard, but it was rather evident that it wasn't working, and it almost felt like Frank was pissing him off just to force Gerard to talk to him, because there was something terribly infuriating about Frank's random splatters of red paint over his sheet of paper.

"Well, you're not wrong there." Frank flashed the seventeen year old a toothy grin as he flicked paint in his direction, causing Gerard to grow bright red as he came to realise that a spot of red paint had landed upon his cheek, and Frank Iero, being the asshole he was, was of course laughing his fucking ass off.

"Why? Just why?" Gerard exhaled loudly, attempting to wipe the paint off his cheek, but smudging it the process and effectively making the mark worse.

"Because I'm an asshole - haven't you figured that out yet, Gerard?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows as the seventeen year old continued to try and rub the paint smudge from his cheek. "It's not going to come off, sweetie."

Gerard stopped for a moment, looking at Frank and furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't fucking call me that."

"Well, you were the one who was perfectly happy to flirt with me when your brother brought me over the other day." Frank smirked, watching as Gerard stood there dumbfounded for a moment: surprised that Frank had recognised him at all, but glad that it wasn’t Gee that Frank had recognised him as.

"I wasn't flirting with you." Gerard decided that lying was probably the best and only thing he could do in this situation.

"Oh sure." Frank rolled his eyes, turning back to his canvas and painting a rather crude and badly drawn dick in red paint.

"I swear you're actually obsessed with your own dick." Gerard shook his head as he turned back to his own work and tried his best to just ignore Frank and continue, but it really looked like that wasn't working.

"Seems like you are too, Mr Flirt." Frank fell into a fit of giggles, only for Gerard to give him a gentle shove, which Frank took total, serious offense to, of course. "Asshole."

"Yeah, that's my prediction as to what you'll draw next - your asshole." Gerard rolled his eyes, trying his best to return to his own work for the second time, but of course, failing once again, because Frank Iero was one stubborn motherfucker.

"Yeah, but I'd rather draw your asshole. Bet it's really fucking pretty, huh?" Frank winked at him, leaving Gerard dumbfounded and about to facepalm the desk and get concussion and probably die as well, but thankfully that didn't happen, because that would be quite inconvenient.

"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be straight?" Gerard reminded him, just wishing that Frank would fuck off before things got awkward or Gerard's dick got a little too excited or something.

"I am many things, Gerard Way - don't underestimate me." Frank smirked, turning back to his work for once, and nonchalantly adding shading and 'depth' to his piece of 'art', and leaving Gerard dumbfounded as he couldn’t help but stare at the sixteen year old and that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gerard finally broke the silence with a direct and somewhat pissed off question, which of course, still Frank only grinned at. "Seriously, Frank, don't be an asshole here."

"Oh, but why do you care that much if you're not flirting with me, huh?" And that left Gerard blushing more than he ever had before, which Frank couldn't help but count as an achievement: simply just because he enjoyed making people uncomfortable, he didn't actually have feelings for Gerard, or anything - that would just be absolutely ridiculous.