Chapter Twenty Eight: And you wanted me to go.

It had been two months since Frank's incident and Gerard had taken Ray's advice of staying low. He'd spoken to Frank as little as possible throughout school and only replied to a small handful of his text messages. Break and lunch times were awkward, usually consisting of Frank and Gerard sat in silence listening to Bob and Ray prattling on about nonsense. There had been a few times when Frank had asked Gerard over but he made up multiple excuses as to why he wouldn't be able to take the small boy up on his offers.

"Hey you three!" Ray shouted at his three companions who were seated at their usual spot in the canteen, Frank and Gerard sat in their usual silence. Both the silent boys mumbled a quick response whilst Bob wrapped his arms around Ray's neck.

"Oh thank god your here! Their playing their usual game of awkwardness," Bob huffed, "can't they just bloody talk! Their like robots or some shit! Hey! Maybe their droids!" Bob eyes drifted into space for a moment whilst he imagined his two friends as robots from Star Wars.

"Hey I can't talk!" Frank exclaimed, partially angered by what Bob had said.

"Holy shit it spoke!" Bob shouted comically, acting as though he was having some form of cardiac arrest due to shock. Frank simply muttered under his breath, folded his arms and glared at the blonde who began to return the glare after a while.

"Oh Jesus." Ray muttered under his breath. Gerard chuckled lightly as the two boys carried on glaring at one another.

"Maybe we should ask if glaring can be an Olympic sport, I mean jeez! You two would probably tie in first place!" Gerard exclaimed, much to the three boys surprises that he had spoken more then a sentence.

"Welcome back to the real world bud!" Bob exclaimed, laughing as he broke his stare with Frank.

"So I guess Frank won that war then?" Ray asked politely, laughing as the blonde cursed. Suddenly a bell rang signalling the end of lunch and the beginning of afternoon lessons, the four boys walked quickly to their double period of art.

Gerard was sat mindlessly doodling images of The Joker and Batman when he felt someone stood in front of him, when he looked up he realised it was Frank.

"Oh, err hi. How long have you been stood there?" Gerard asked cautiously, embarrassed that he had not noticed the boy earlier.

"Not long, I didn't want to interrupt you." He smiled awkwardly. Gerard sat waiting for Frank to say something but he never did.

"Erm, did you come over here for a reason?" Gerard asked, trying not to sound too rude.

"Oh erm yeah, I was," he paused cautiously, trying to sum up an ounce of courage, "I was wondering if you wanted to go see the new Iron Man film with me this weekend? It's supposed to be really good." He smiled awkwardly, trying not to stare at Gerard's face too much then necessary.

"Err, yeah okay I suppose. What time were you thinking?" He returned Frank's awkward smile.

"Oh erm early afternoon, I mean, we could grab something to eat beforehand if you want? I mean we don't have to," he added on hastily, "but I thought it'd be nice." His soft hand ran through his spiked hair.

"Erm yeah sure, lunch sounds good," Gerard grinned at him, "I'll text you tonight about it?" Frank's face lite up with excitement.

"Yeah! Yeah that'd be great!" He grinned widely before bouncing back off to his seat, allowing Gerard to return to his Joker picture. Throughout the rest of the lesson Gerard kept on looking up every so often and every time noticed Frank smiling at him, not in a creepy way but in a sweet way.

"So much for backing off." Gerard muttered to himself when the final bell rang.