Gerard's POV
Frank was taking forever copying the notes down, he had even pulled out his chemistry book, and was glancing back and forth between what I had written and the book - man this guy was really serious about school.
I was basically an inch away from him now, and he still hasn't reacted at all to my subtle advances, maybe he was just too caught up in studying to notice.
After sitting there awkwardly for about five minutes, I admitted defeat, for now that is, and got up to go turn on some music; I picked Green Day since Frank obviously liked them, if his approval of my posters had been any indication.
I knew I had made the right choice when his head began to bob along with the song, and I could faintly hear him humming under his breath, but he was still writing in that damn notebook. I resisted the urge to tease him about being so studious like I usually would, I was trying to win him over, not be an asshole to him.
But that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun, so I picked up another notebook from the clutter that resided on my desk before slipping back onto the bed, placing myself directly behind Frank, which meant my legs were bracketing him, and if he leaned back, he would be pressed against my chest, but he didn't move. For a second, I didn't think he was going to do anything, until finally he turned his head a fraction of an inch and gave me a quizzical look.
"What - it's comfy?" I shrugged my shoulders like it was no big deal, even though I knew to him, it probably was. Much to my relief, he didn't move away, but he didn't stop writing either.
I was seriously getting bored, so I opened my own notebook, and instead of taking notes, because I had done enough of that for one day, I began a rough sketch of Frank, just because I could, and he made such a perfect subject to draw. I was actually getting quite involved in my drawing when the sharp snap of the biology book being closed drew my head up from the page, and I saw that Frank was finally done; he had five pages completely filled with writing, compared to my measly two.
"What are you doing, and don't say taking notes, because I have never seen you so interested in anything school related," Frank asked casually, and I had a brief internal debate over whether I should show him my drawing or not,
On one hand, he might be flattered and open up to me some more, but he could also take it as slightly creepy, and I didn't want him to think badly of me. Plus my drawings weren't something I shared with everyone, they were one of the few things I actually worked hard at and was proud of, but Frank wasn't just anyone, so I ended up flipping the page in his direction, keeping my eyes averted from his so I wouldn't have to face him if he had a bad reaction.
"Wow Gerard, that is actually really good! I had no idea you could draw."
"Oh - um thanks. It's basically the only thing I can do if I'm being honest," I tried to laugh it off, but it was the truth.
"Well that is amazing, you made me look so good, and you were only drawing for like fifteen minutes. All I can draw is stick figures," he chuckled as his eyes drank in my sketch, making me very happy that I had decided to show him.
"So all finished?" I asked causally, because I was never good at receiving compliments, and I wanted to change the subject.
"Yeah I am. Thanks again for letting me come over, your notes actually helped a lot so I didn't have to go through the whole chapter on my own."
"Well any time you need half assed notes to copy, I'm your man." Because I probably would attempt to pay more attention in school now if it involved helping Frank.
"Boys - dinner!" my mom called from downstairs, interrupting our quiet moment, and I cursed the fact that time flew when you were having fun, which meant I hadn't had a chance to make a proper move yet.
"Thank god - I'm starving!" Frank exclaimed happily before bolting downstairs, leaving me to follow him much more slowly.
"There you are, I made tacos, I hope that is okay?" my mom greeted us, pulling her ridiculous apron over her head as she spoke.
"That sounds great!" Frank assured her, and she smiled down fondly at him as he piled his plate high with food. Mikey was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed he was out with Pete and Ray somewhere.
"Are you a vegetarian Frank?" I asked as I watched him making his taco, I noticed that he didn't touch the meat at all.
"Mhmm," he mumbled before digging into his food; he wasn't lying, he really must have been hungry.
"Oh honey, why didn't you tell me, I could have made something else," my mom slapped me lightly on the shoulder, as if it was my fault.
"No Mrs. Way - this is perfectly, seriously." Frank assured her, and with the way he was devouring his food, it was obvious he meant it. I sat down next time him, my own plate now full as well.
"I never expected anyone from Texas to be a vegetarian."
"We don't all slaughter cows in our free time Gerard, seriously those stereotypes are so outdated," he giggled.
"So you are from Texas?" my mother pried.
"Yep, I just moved here actually," Frank answered politely.
I ate my food silently as Frank continued to make small talk with my mom. She adored him already, and if I knew my mother at all, as soon as he left, I was going to receive a lecture on how I better not break his heart, and of course she wouldn't listen to me when I said we weren't even together. She knew me better than I knew myself, and it was probably obvious that I was crushing on him.
Finally the meal drew to a close, and my mother excused herself to go clean up, but Frank - being the perfect angel he was, offered to help her, meaning I ended up helping too, because I couldn't be a jerk and just sit there watching them work.
"Frank - you are an absolute gem, you are welcome around here any time," my mother gushed before exiting the kitchen, which was now spotless.
"Your mom is nice."
"Yeah well, she likes anyone who enjoys her cooking," I joked.
"Seriously though, thanks for dinner, it was amazing. We aren't all set up at home yet, so we have mostly just been eating take out."
"Well like my mom said, you are welcome here any time. So do you want to go back up to my room and watch some movies or something?" I was desperately hoping he would say yes; we hadn't gotten near enough alone time earlier, and even then it had all involved schoolwork. I just wanted some time to hang out with Frank without any other distractions.
"That sounds awesome, but I really should be getting home. I still have a lot of unpacking to do, and it's a school night. Can I take a rain check?" My heart plummeted when he declined my offer, only to soar back up again when he mentioned another night of us hanging out.
"Yeah of course, maybe this weekend or something?" I tried to act nonchalant, but I knew every day without him around was going to drive me crazy, so hopefully he didn't already have any other plans.
"That sounds good, I will let you know for sure tomorrow though."
"Well come on, let's go get your stuff then, I wouldn't want to make the princess late for her curfew," I bowed elaborately, and Frank erupted into a fit of giggles.
"Dude you are such a fucking dork!"
"Me? I'm not the one who took notes for an hour today when we could have been doing something fun instead," I fired back.
"That makes me a nerd, not a dork, learn your insults." I couldn't hide the giant grin that split across my face, when Frank loosened up, he was so much fun, and his giggle was contagious.
"Whatever you say princess, now go get your stuff, or do you need me to do that for you too?" I couldn't resist teasing him, it was just way too enjoyable.
"Hey - you were the one who offered to escort me home, so if I'm a princess, that makes you my servant!" Frank yelled before darting upstairs to grab his backpack, leaving me no opportunity to retaliate.
The drive to Frank's house was pretty uneventful, he lived a decent distance away from me, too far too walk, but it wasn't that long of a drive. By the time it was over and we were stopped in front of his house, I wasn't anywhere near ready to let him go just yet. He didn't immediately jump out of my car either, so I took that as a good sign. Unfortunately, I seemed to have lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, so the car was soon filled with an uncomfortable silence.
"So see you tomorrow I guess," Frank began to gather his bag from the floor, and I knew it was now or never.
I leaned closer to him, ignoring the way the stick shift dug into my side awkwardly, and when Frank turned back to face me, presumably to say goodbye one more time, I pressed my lips against his in a gentle kiss.
Objectively speaking, it wasn't anything special for a kiss, just a slight connection, no tongues or anything involved, but in my mind, it might have been the best kiss I have had in years - maybe even rivaling Bert's. I legitimately felt fireworks exploding behind my closed eyelids, and I had thought that stuff only happened in cheesy romance movies.
All too soon, the kiss ended; Frank pulled away harshly, and my stomach twisted nervously, I had pushed him too far this time - I knew it, but I couldn't find it in my heart to regret it quite yet. I mean, he had kissed me back, even if it had only been for a brief second.
"Gerard I can't do this..." Frank whispered hoarsely.
"Why not...I like you Frankie, I really do, and I can tell you have at least some feelings for me. I promise I won't hurt you, no matter what you have heard about me," I poured on the charm, but I could tell it wasn't working, Frank was shaking his head and refusing to make eye contact with me.
"Gerard you and I both know that's a fucking lie right now. I mean seriously, you have known me for what...two days, and you are already trying to kiss me. You're right, I do know about your reputation, and that doesn't bother me because I just want to be your friend, not another fuck."
I tried to protest with some sort of feeble argument that I hadn't even fully thought out, but I was flabbergasted at his rejection; no one have ever been so brutally honest with me before, and fuck did it hurt...Frank continued to speak, not letting himself be interrupted by my stuttering.
"Yeah Gerard - maybe I do like you, but I don't like this person I see before me right now. I like the real you, the one I catch little glimpses of every now and then, like at the coffee shop, or when you are drawing, but this person...I don't even know who they are, and I don't think you do either. So do me a favor and figure your shit out, I'm serious - take a good hard look at your life before you even think about trying to kiss me again."
And with that, Frank stormed out of my car and into his house so fast that I didn't even have a chance to stop him. Even after he disappeared from my view, I couldn't move; his words seemed to have paralyzed me with how deep they had cut. I was angry, and hurting, but underneath all of that, I was scared, because Frank was right - I didn't know who I was anymore, and that was a terrifying thought.
It should have been impossible for Frank to hurt me so much, I mean, he was right - I had only known him for two fucking days, so what did he know about me, and where did he get off telling me things like that, but it was like he knew, like he had been my friends for years, and he had pulled back my layer of bullshit so fast that I was still reeling from the shock of being exposed so easily.
Tears stung at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, I hadn't cried in forever, and I wasn't going to start now all because some beautiful boy rejected me.
Hey guys here is the next chapter ^_^
I wasn't 100% sure where to go with this one, so hopefully it turned out okay.
See you next time :)
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