Bitter and the Sweetness ☥ Frerard

☥Chapter 3☥

Frank stared at the message, then typed out his response. It was a very very uninteresting and simple,
hi.

Frank didn't receive a message back straight away, so he went on to do something else. He sat up off his bed after a little bit of going through his feed, he walked to his record player, turning it off, but kept his vinyl in, then grabbed his favorite thing in the world; Pansy. He then went to sit back down on his bed.

His guitar was his most prized possession. He loved it with all of his heart. In some weird way, his guitar was always there for him. When he was sad, he would play Pansy. When he was super happy, he would play her. He practiced his favorite riffs from his favorite bands on her, and once he mastered them, he would play them over and over again, until his mom yelled at him to turn it down. He's even written some of his own favorite riffs on her.

He thought she was beautiful. Call it a weird obsession, but Frank loved his guitar dearly. From the way his stickers were placed just a little bit imperfectly, to the blood smears on his fretboard, and to the uncut strings on the head from when he had to restring her, he thought she was perfect. Frank always loved the little imperfections on her, he thought that's what made her, her.

Frank smiled as he held her, he always felt so happy when he was around his guitar, because of how much he could play on her, without it sounding similar to anything else he can play. He grabbed his cable from off his floor, moved all the small things from his amp, and plugged everything in, making sure to turn up his amp, and the knobs on Pansy. Then he sat back down on his unmade bed. Frank reached down to grab one of his notebooks from the ground, and picked up a pen from his nightstand

He started playing one of the recent songs he's been writing, Stage 4 Fear of Trying. So far, all he has is the title, the rhythms and chords, but not lyrics just yet. As he played, he played some different versions, and tweaked it to the new ones he liked.

He played around, mindlessly creating random riffs when his phone vibrated. He looked down and saw he had a text from Gerard. His heart started beating faster as he began to feel butterflies in his stomach, all from a simple text message.

g.weezy: aw cmon frankie, don't be so dry ):

Frank almost felt bad for his message being so lame, so he decided to write out another dry, and lame message back.

frnkieromustdie: no.

This time though, he instantly got a message back,

g.weezy: dang ): got a period and everythin

g.weezy: don't worry, u won't be like this for long (;

frnkieromustdie: and what makes u say that ?

g.weezy: because im gonna make sure of it

g.weezy: soon enough, you won't be able to resist me

Frank laughed at that; if only Gerard knew Frank already can't resist him, and it's all an act, because Frank's scared. He's scared what'll happen if he gets too close to Gerard. As stupid as it sounds, it's true. He was afraid of what Gerard would think of him once he knew everything about him, like he said he wanted to.

Frank hated that he cared what people thought of him, he was always taught not to care, but with a case like Frank's, he always did. He tried so desperately to have the mindset of, "If people don't like me for me, then fuck them." But Frank didn't work like that. He wanted people to like him, to see him as just a cool dude-

Frank was brought out of his thoughts as his phone vibrated again,

g.weezy: c'mon frankieeeee don't leave me on read, i know u want to talk to meeeee, and u know it's true

Frank shook his head and smiled.

frankieromustdie: it might just be a little bit true

g.weezy: i knew it !!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!1111

frankieromustdie: why must u be so extra with all those exclamation points?

g.weezy: because without extraness, being a human being is just useless

frankieromustdie: damn guess i'll die ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

g.weezy: noooo frankieeee i didn't mean it like that

Frank always blushed whenever Gerard called him Frankie, no one ever did except for his best friend, Jamia. But when Gerard said it, he felt butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks would heat up. But why? Why for someone like Gerard?

Frank supposed he wasn't necessarily a bad guy, he was just hung up on the thought that he flirted with literally everyone and anyone. But Frank couldn't help but feel a little special that Gerard decided to talk to him. He didn't even understand why he wanted to, it's not like the first time they met was anything special, it was just Gerard accidentally running into Frank. But ever since then Gerard would constantly go to Frank and desperately try to get himself into everything Frank was doing.

frankieromustdie: lol i know, i was just playin with u

frankieromustdie: i don't wanna die anyway

g.weezy: good.

frankieromustdie: sooooO

g.weezy: i gotta go frankie, i'll see u tomorrow, sweets

frankieromustdie: bye gerard. also don't ever call me sweets again, i will actually throw a brick in ur face

g.weezy: no u wouldn't, sweets (;

g.weezy: adios <3

Frank smiled at the messages from Gerard, he just couldn't stop. How could he when someone like Gerard would talk to him like this?

Frank found himself in a bit of a predicament that night. He didn't want to get close to Gerard, but at the same time he did. What was he going to do?

"Jamia, I need your help."

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980 words. hey !! i hope u enjoyed this chapter, it's not the best honestly and it's barely edited so sorry for any grammar errors. tbh i don't like this chapter as much as the others (granted it's only the third) but i guess it's kinda a filler but also not ?? cause frank and gerard talking are pretty important

anyway ! yeah i'm sorry it took so long to write this one, had a minor case of writers block, but i got through it! i'll be writing chapter 4 as soon as i can ! xøjasper