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

Chapter 13 (F/G)

[no warnings for this chapter, this is more fluffy than anything else so enjoy]

"Can you do me a favor?"

Frank looked over the class sitting in front of him until his gaze landed on Gerard. "Yeah, sure," he said, his voice shaky. "What do you need me to do?"

Gerard came back over to him and sat down on the desk again. "I gave the class the task to write down short descriptions of random characters and we'll collect all of them in a minute or two. I want you-" He pointed at Frank- "To help me act out some of the characters to show how everyone sees the characters differently and different speaking patterns and all that shit. Is that okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Frank said, nodding quickly and shifting in his seat. "Of course."

But Gerard gave him a look that made him stop in his tracks. "Don't do this if you don't wanna, okay?" He said, looking Frank in the eye. "Don't feel like you have to do this. If you say no, that's totally okay."

"Gee." He smiled, rolling his eyes fondly. "That's sweet but it's not a big deal."

"Are you sure?" Gerard asked again, and the genuine concern in his eyes had Frank's stomach flipping in the best way possible.

For a second, Frank was even tempted to just get these three words that had been plaguing him out of his mind and tell Gerard everything.

In the next, he realized he was probably just tired and not thinking straight.

So, he just nodded. "I'm sure."

Gerard smiled genuinely then; because, unbeknownst to Frank, he was afraid of speaking in front of the class by himself, too, so having Frank sitting at his desk was welcomed.

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For the rest of the lesson, Frank caught Gerard looking at him with a small smile from time to time. But it was never enough to actually tell that he had been staring.

And Frank didn't want to get his hopes up, so.

"That's it for today," Gerard said, clapping his hands. "Uh, there's no homework, as always, but you can work on your WIPs if you want to. You can send it to me per email and I'll promise I'll read it and... give you some feedback..." He trailed off at the end when he realized that no one was listening anymore and at least half of the people had already vanished out of the room.

With a disappointed sigh, he rolled his eyes and went over to the desk to pack his things. "So," he started, stuffing some papers into his bag. "Why are you here? And what are the flowers for?"

Now was Frank's time to shine; because he knew why he was there and what he wanted to say, so he had written down all of his thoughts beforehand. He just needed to read the letter out loud, but at the time, his voice failed him. Instead, he watched Gerard pack his things and gulped.

"I'm not mad at you," Gerard said, taking the flowers out of his water bottle and setting them down on the table carefully. "Not anymore, at least. We're both impulsive and can't think when we're angry, I know that, and we can't take back the things we said so I don't see the sense in being upset. Why are you here, Frankie?"

And when they finally locked eyes, Frank got some of his courage back. "I- I still want to apologize," he said, nervously tapping his fingers on his knee. "It was unfair how I treated you and I wanna make it up to you- again. God, I owe you a lot, don't I?"

"You don't owe me anything," Gerard smiled, then ruffled Frank's hair, making him giggle. "Come on now, let's get out of here," he said, nodding his head into the door's direction, and swinging his bag over his shoulder.