I Don't Think We Should See Each Other Anymore (Frerard) (slow updates)

Chapter 10 (F)

[this is exactly 2,001 words wassup]

Frank let his keys drop onto the table as soon as he walked into his dorm. He slammed the door shut, let his phone fall next to his keys, threw the hoodie onto Ray's bed, and stomped over to his side of the room. He kicked his shoes off and was about to let himself fall onto his bed but then he noticed that something was wrong.

He was still wearing Gerard's clothes. And they awfully smelled so beautifully like him.

Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it to the ground, then took the sweatpants off and added them to the pile. With only his underwear on, he fell onto the mattress, his face in the pillow, and he groaned.

Ray, who had watched everything silently, finally decided to comment. "Dude, are you okay?"

"No," Frank said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Well, what happened?" Ray asked, putting his phone down to give his roommate all his attention.

With a heavy sigh, Frank turned and stretched out like a starfish, staring at the ceiling. "Gerard and I cuddled the whole night and it was super nice."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but then he started judging me for my anxiety."

Instantly, Ray got off his bed, shuffling his sleeves up. "Where's that son of a bitch? I'm gonna beat him up-"

"No!" Frank sat up and snatched Ray's wrist. "He probably didn't mean it."

Reluctantly, Ray took a step back and sat down next to Frank, getting his temper down rather easily, "he still shouldn't have said that- what exactly did he say?"

"Well, he-" Frank let go of his wrist, "he asked me where my confidence went. A- and he compared me to who I used to be," he scoffed to lighten the mood, "as if that was so much better than the way it is now."

Ray could only give him a sad half-smile. "I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you. Maybe talk to him again? Or text him?"

"Text him?" Frank got up and over to his closet to get a fresh shirt out; one that didn't smell like his ex-boyfriend/current crush. "That'd be a bit un-personal, wouldn't it?"

"Well," Ray turned to him, shuffling along the edge of the bed with his legs hanging down, "do you think you can stand in front of him, look him in the eye, and talk to him about this?"

When he said that, Frank stopped in his tracks with a new shirt in his hand, about to pull it over his head when he froze. "I- I don't know if I can." Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head, smoothing it out against his chest. "Maybe I should just give him some space, you know?"

"You have to talk to him eventually," Ray mumbled.

"Yeah," Frank said, "eventually. Means, not today." He also got a pair of jeans out, pulling them over his legs and quickly buttoning it. "Now, stop worrying and let's get to class."

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[slight mention of destructive behavior from here on until the '***']

The following days were boring.

Mainly because Frank actually went to his classes for once, and when he realized how much stuff he had actually missed, he had to teach all of that himself. So, most of the next afternoons, he sat at the small desk in his dorm, pen in hand and pieces of paper as well as multiple books in front of him.

He had his peace and quiet because Ray, on the other hand, went on another few dates with that girl--Christa, as Frank learned later. Ray really seemed to like her and it gave Frank enough time to learn what he needed to learn, so really, this was a win-win situation.