25 Reasons Why I Hate You

Okay, so, originally, the plan was totally not to stalk them.

Maybe it was. For the sake of Frank not looking completely and entirely insane (not that he isn't), let's just say it wasn't.

It's just that, he kind of over heard them talking about meeting up at a coffee shop after school, during lunch, while he may or may not have been glaring at Gerard for stealing his best friend. Then he decided he should also go there, to that same coffee shop. Just a table or two away. You know. Purely incidentally. No co-relation between those two events, whatsoever.

Whatever. The point is, ten minutes ago Frank was sitting in a coffee shop, hoping to God his hoodie wouldn't draw much attention, even though it was a fluorescent green one, but no one ever said Frank was the best at going incognito. It was the only clean one, and his mom would never let him hear the end of it if he went out in just a t-shirt; even though it wasn't even particularly cold outside- still, February had only just begun. Besides, she likes to keep him safe. She's not really over-protective, but keeps an eye on him here and there.

It was all pretty uneventful- Gerard and Lindsey were giggling, taking pictures, talking in general about some pretty random stuff, drinking their coffee and, it was all in all just very non-stalking material. Not like Frank was a professional stalker, though, so he couldn't exactly complain on his bad choice of targets.

Now, however, he is chasing after Gerard and Lindsey through the city, and, seriously, where the Hell are they even going? They are wavering around, changing direction every so often, seemingly having no destination- but they could always just be wandering around. God knows Frank doesn't know what Gerard likes doing anymore. Sigh.

*

The chase is pretty uneventful so far, but it's not like Frank was expecting anything dramatic to happen.

He is definitely closer than he was before, but Gerard and Linds don't really turn around, like, ever, which is really strange

Then, Frank thinks he may have seen a familiar figure in front of Gerard and Lindsey stop, but he's not exactly sure until Gerard and Lindsey also stop and then, well, crap, Frank has to stop too.

Of course, the figure- Willie, the extremely attractive new foreign guy from school, Frank thinks absently- turns around and spots Gerard and Lindsey, who give of the impression of two deers caught in the head lights. To Frank's absolute and sheer cock sucking luck, they mirror the movement and turn around, thus spotting Frank. Frank, who they can't confused with anybody else, because when you are stalking someone, and wearing a hoodie, the obvious thing to do is totally not to pull the hood up. Frank scolds himself mentally.

Lindsey smirks, Gerard blushes, and Frank thinks he may be blushing, too- his cheeks heat up, but that could easily be anger or something, like. Whatever- he's not 14 anymore, he's not gonna blush and get awkward whenever he sees his crush.

(Frank, in this moment, fails to realise the fatal mistake in his thought process until later that night, when he's walking home and the thought occurs to him that he referred to Gerard as his crush, which he is most definitely not.)

„Eh?“ Willie's brow is furrowed, and he's walking more towards Gerard and Lindsey, who are backing down towards Frank and- oh God, no, no, there is no way he is getting involved into this, nuh uh. Except for how he totally is, because Lindsey is suddenly attached to his arm like a clingy dog or cat or whatever and Gerard is still blushing and looking at the ground and Willie looks as confused as ever.

Ugh, my life, Frank thinks, seriously. He's not even involved in this, he was only stalking Gerard and Lindsey, not Willie. Ugh.

„Uh, erm, hi,“ Frank speaks up and catches everyone- including himself- by surprise. „Willie, right?“
Willie clears his throat, „Uh, Ville, actually. And you are?“
„Frank,“ he extends his hand and they very formally shake them for a couple of seconds, tension thick in the air but no one speaking up because, Hell, how the crap are they supposed to get themselves out of this one?

Frank swallows and thinks, what the Hell, I can't leave Linds and Gerard hanging like this.

(Fatal mistake number two, that also went entirely and completely unnoticed.)

„Me and my friends, here,“ he cringes at his choice of words- he vaguely thinks he sees Gerard do the same thing in the corner of his eye, „Gerard and Lindsey, saw you today in school and thought you were pretty cool.“

„So you decided to stalk me through town divided in two groups?“ Willie- Ville, Frank corrects himself mentally- is not really letting it go, huh. So that's what they were doing- stalking this guy. He's pretty hot. Frank wonders which of the two has a crush on him.

„Well, no- well.. kind of,“ Frank admits, even though he has no fucking idea what to do now and how he is gonna get anyone out of this, since he seems to be digging the hole deeper and deeper. Right now, he's so close to the center of Earth, his whole body feels like it's on fire. Then again, that could be because he is really embarrassed and wearing a really, really thick hoodie.

„But, it's just that, we really don't know how to approach people, okay, and do we really look like the kind of people that stalk people daily for a hobby, or because we get a kick out of it?“ Frank didn't have to look back to know everyone was making the most innocent face they could muster up. „I mean, let's be honest, Willie-“

„Ville,“ he cleared his throat.

„-sure, yeah, whatever, we're like, really not trying to be creepy or whatever, just, Lindsey here has taken an interest in you, and yeah, she's been babbling all day about you, 'he is so awesome, did you see his hair? he is so hot, I like his beanie', stuff like that,“ Willie blushes faintly and Frank is 100% sure Lindsey is doing the same. So, Lindsey is the one with a crush. That was a shot in the dark, but it went well, „So, really, Willie, give us a chance?“

„Uh, my name is still Ville, but.. I guess you guys are okay,“ he smiles and Lindsey squeales. Which would be really annoying if it was anyone else, but it's Lindsey, so it's kind of endearing.

Frank rolls his eyes, „Well, thanks for giving us a chance, Willie,“ he smiles reassuringly.

„Uh, I think it's Ville, Frank,“ Gerard speaks up, which was a mistake all in itself, and Frank figures Gerard realises that because he visually, really, like, bites his tongue right after that. But then he gets a glint in his eyes, and Frank doesn't like it, no, Frank doesn't like it at all.
„I mean, like, he's corrected you enough times already, and you know what they say- a smart man only needs to be told once.“

And, okay, this is definitely just Gerard being a bitch and taking the piss out of him, if the daring tilt of his head or Lindsey hitting him repeatedly on the arm are any signs that Frank should go by. And they should stop, because this is not the place to do this, not in front of Lindsey and Ville and most definitely not in the middle of the street, but if Gerard gets to be a shit, then so does Frank.

„Excuse me?“ Frank raises an eyebrow and sees Willie- fucking Ville, whatever, like he gives a shit about the guy's stupid name- slowly backing away. He also sees Lindsey backing away right after him, not too subtly but she still stays close enough, as if she's gonna have to separate them or something. Frank scoffs internally.

„You are excused,“ Gerard raises an eyebrow right back at him and Frank could honest to God punch him right now, and he is so close to doing it. Then he thinks about how he just actually spent quite some time convincing Ville they're not all actually crazy so he lets it go. For now. He's not gonna ruin Lindsey's chance with the hot guy because of Gerard and his stupid face. His stupid, punchable face. It would look really pretty with a bruise across the eye. Or a broken nose. Or a split li-

„Hey, guys, could we all go for some coffee and take this some place else?“ Lindsey smiles, but Frank is highly aware that was only for Ville's sake, because her look has 'stop with the dramatic soap opera shit and be nice because I really like this guy and wanna bang him' written all over it.

He silently regrets ever coming to the coffee shop as he trudges behind them awkwardly, being very careful not to look at Gerard, who keeps sneaking glances every so often.

*

„So, okay, hey, hope this isn't too forward or anything,“ Ville asks after everyone stops laughing and sighing and giggling and everything they have been doing for the last 10 minutes. Despite the obvious awkwardness that radiates off of Gerard and Frank, it goes well because Ville is really, really funny and pretty chill. Not to mention extremely fucking grade A looking. Like, Frank'd totally bang him, if it wasn't for the looks he and Lindsey have been exchanging since they sat down, pretty much.
„But, Gerard, Frank, are you guys, like, dating or something?“

Frank chokes on his food. Gerard blushes and looks down, and Lindsey.. Lindsey is biting the insides of her cheeks, obviously suppressing laughter. Frank hates her.

„What? Um, no, I mean, we're not,“ Frank grits out through his teeth, hoping to God he doesn't start blushing, „We're.. no, not dating, definitely not, never, nuh uh. Not.“

Lindsey stops holding back and bursts out laughing as Ville raises an amused eyebrow.

„We, yeah, no, like, I wouldn't. Never, like.. Hey, why'd you assume I'm gay, anyway?“ Frank stops himself from embarrassing himself even more.
„Pink belt, eyeliner, the whole deal. You're like a living, walking, talking sterotype, mate. You remind me greatly of Jesse, actually,“ Ville responds.

„Jesse?“ Lindsey pipes up, seemingly eager to know everything about Ville. What a bad stalker, Frank thinks to himself, she should already know all of this.
„Hm? Oh, yeah, Jesse. He's my younger brother, you should meet him sometime,“ Ville flashes a grin and they engage in conversation about his brother or make-up or an Animal Planet documentary about gorillas or what the fuck ever, leaving Frank and Gerard awkwardly sipping their drinks in silence.

Curse foreign hot guy Ville and Lindsey's crush on him, seriously.

Frank looks up at Gerard, only to find him staring back. He quickly looks down and fiddles with the sleeves of his hoodie, and if you asked him, Frank was 90% sure Gerard was doing the exact same thing.

(He was.)

*

„Hey, sweetie,“ his mom greets him as he comes into the house, trying not to slam them. Seriously. He did have a good time- Ville really is awesome, Lindsey has good taste. But it was extremely awkward with Gerard there. Everytime they went to speak at the same time, Frank threw up into his mouth a little bit. Ugh.

„Hey, Ma,“ he greets back, kind of exhausted and kind of pissed. Which is his default mood these days, but his mom really doesn't need to know that. Maybe she does already. She is his mom, after all.

„Where exactly were you? You know I hate it when you don't tell me where you are,“ she raises an eyebrow. Okay, so maybe he kind of ran out of the house with his hoodie halfway put on. He was kind of late for the stalking, though, in his defense.

„Just got coffee with some friends,“ he knows this will please her, so he flashes her a grin, hoping she doesn't ask anything else, „I'm gonna go crash, we walked around for some time so I'm exhausted,“ he says, which isn't entirely a lie.

„Sure, sweetie. Night, Frankie,“ she calls up to him as he trudges up the stairs, dragging himself up.
„Night, Ma,“ he walks into his room and shuts the door.

He collapses on the bed and goes out like a light, his last coherent thought being, „I hate him so much.“

Notes

Don't mention the description, I've been listening to RHCP all day and this song really, really reminds me of the fic. Sigh.

Sorry for the wait, I just really suck at writing. Like, really.

Have a thing from tumblr that reminded me of the fic. Frank, is that you?


Rogue

*TOTALLY NOT CRASHING ROGUE'S CHAPTER*

Have you seen the really crappy fanart we used for the cover? Yeah, that's mine, I've been playing with deviantArt Muro and mutilating my nerves for a few days now. Fun. P.S, Gerard doesn't have a face simply because I didn't know how to draw him one. Fun, vol. 2.

By the way, Rogue is amazing and I love her as much as I love Eluveitie and the McNugget pun.

- Milo