I see you lying next to me

But never would I ever accept that. I hate him too much.

And just then I realized something; I never got to hear what he had to say since the older than old bitch came to interrupt us.
I’d really like to get my answers.

Since we already have detention for all this, I’ve got nothing to lose if I go to his room right now and get my answers.

I step out of my room quickly and quietly, I’m not planning to get any more detention anyway.
I make my way to his door as quietly as I just can. The corridor felt even colder than before, though I just had a pair of pink (don’t ask why) pajama pants and a random shirt on which were never very warm.

His door opened by itself and he was nowhere to be seen, just like during our first meeting.
I stepped inside his dark room.
“What now? Did you forget to tell me that you hate me?” I hear from the darkness.
“I still want my answers” I whisper.
“What did you even ask?”
“I asked what is wrong with me and what did I ever do to you to deserve it all” I repeat myself.
“It doesn’t matter anymore”
“Well it fucking does, to me. I want to know” I whisper as firmly as I can.
“Well what you did was that at first you were nice to me and then seemed to run away from me all the time, which I thought was because you hated me, which made me hate you and all, but as I now know how things really were…” He started mumbling. I could hear from his voice that he’s been crying, and maybe still is.
I hear him getting up from his (probably?) bed, leaving something (that kind of sounded like metal as it hit the wood) on his desk. Oh my god. Was he…? Because of me?
He quickly came to me, standing just in front of me, his eyes red from crying.

“Let’s go back to your room, please” He suddenly said firmly.
“Why?”
“It’s too depressing here, and actually my lights don’t even work right now so we would have to talk in this darkness which would not be very nice” he told me. Well, that’s a good reason.

As we got in my room, he immediately turned to face me and he opened his mouth.

“I can answer you, if you just believe me. I must say that there is really nothing wrong with you, you’re too perfect, and I feel like that might be my problem” He quietly starts to say. What a loser.
“Don’t start this again, Frank”
“No, please listen. This might sound very cliché, but I think I just adore you so much that I don’t even know…” The words start bursting out of his little mouth.
“I’m just so used to being the hated one so I thought from the beginning that even though you were nice to me at first, you would really hate me. I thought that nobody as perfect as you could ever like me. Just look at me, I’m a loser. When you suddenly ran away from my room and when you ran away from the canteen, I thought that was it. I thought that you finally decided to just hate me like everyone else. And because I still couldn’t get over your pretty face, I thought that there would be nothing to lose in doing it all to you since you already hated me. I kind of hated you too, but still I wanted to see you and your face all the time. Now you probably at least hate me. If I had known how things really were…” He sighed. “I’m so sorry” he stated as he came even closer to me.
"And for the other question, I've done some horrible things and won't talk about it, but the others have a very good reason to hate and fear me. You shouldn't be afraid of me, you make me want to be a better person"

Silence.

“I’m sorry for being so stupid, but that’s just what I am” He says in a serious tone, apologetically.

“Frank… I… uhm…” I don’t know what to say. This is so weird. I need time to think. It’s all so messed up. Do I like him or not? Still both. Do I hate him? No. If the things he just said were true, I definitely would not hate him, never. I really want to believe him.

I've got a feeling that he's hiding something really horrible from me, but it doesn't feel like he's being dishonest. He just doesn't seem to tell me everything.

But do I have feelings for him anymore? That’s a thing I need to think on my own. This boy is so messed up and needs help, not any more hate. He seems to be just so misunderstood.
He needs a friend, which would be a good start. But I don’t think I could ever be friends with him after all this.
Though somewhere in the back of my mind I know that there’s nobody else here that could be his friend, everyone hates him. Or at least pretends to since they’re all afraid of getting hated too.
As hard as it will be, I have to try at least.

“Can I go back to my own room now?” He suddenly asked, standing just in front of me. Oh how the things have changed in so little time.
I think this whole thing was the end to the downhill. He probably will not annoy me again, I guess.

I notice that his face looked weird again, he seemed somewhat off. I could see that he had something in his mind, something bad. I don’t want to know what he is planning.
I don’t want him to continue whatever he was doing earlier.

“No” I say firmly. He looks at me in disbelief and wonderment.
“You stay here for the night. I still think I can’t sleep alone, and you owe me a lot” I state.
He raises his eyebrows and stares at me even more wonderingly.
“But… You just..”
”You’re not going anywhere”
”…Okay” A little, very little smile comes to his face for a little moment. I think I wasn’t supposed to see it, because just before it he looks down at the floor again.

“Do you want to sleep next to me or on the couch?” I ask him, not knowing why.
“Why do you even ask?” he answers and smirks a bit. I knew it.
“Well let’s go to sleep then. I’m so exhausted” I say as I stretch my arms a bit and let out a yawn.
“Can I use the bathroom, to change and everything?” he asks awkwardly.
“Of course you can”

He awkwardly goes to my bathroom, locking the door. Does he really think I’d try to peek or something?
Anyway, I go to my closet and open it. I’m so happy for having another set of bedding there.
I take a sheet, two pillows and a thick blanket from the closet and place then on the floor next to my sofa. I put the sheet nicely on the couch, and then throw the pillows on it and the blanket. He probably thought he’s going to sleep with me on my bed.
Well here’s a surprise for him.

The door of my bathroom opens slowly; he walks out carrying his pants and robe, looking for me with his gaze.
I was just then as he looked at the couch, realizing that he’s going to sleep there.
“Gerard you bitch” he says and stares at the couch.
“What? Did you really think--? I say, smirking.
“Actually no. I know you. Anyway you’re being rude” He says as he now looks at me in some sort of disbelief.
“We should really go to sleep now, Frank” I state. He flinched again at the mention of his name.
He nods slightly and places his clothes on the floor, next to the couch.
He has just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt on. He seems to not bother to wear the dress shirt and the waistcoat that we are supposed to wear during the days. He always has just some random shirt and some random pants on. But that’s okay, nobody cares, and neither does him.

He gets under the blanket quickly, facing the back of the couch.
“Nice pants Gerard, by the way” I hear him mumbling.
“Fuck you” I answer to him in a serious tone.
“I hope so” He mumbles, I can almost hear the smirking. I don’t bother answering to him.

I pick my wand from my nightstand and turn off the lights.

After a while of just lying in the darkness, without being able to fall asleep, I think I have the last thing to say to Frank. I’ve just gone through all the things I told him earlier and all the things he told me, and I’ve got something really important to tell him.

”You know I don’t hate you right?” I say as we lay in the darkness, I know he’s still awake.
“Well, thanks” I hear him mumbling from the sofa, still acting angry at me for not letting him sleep next to me.
“Though I still don’t know what I think of you after all this, so don’t get your hopes up” I say sleepily.
“I love you Gerard” Is all I hear from the darkness.
“I know, darling” I tease him. I’m so rude.

The silence comes again, but doesn’t last too long.

“Gerard?” I hear him mumbling.
“Yes?”
“You know you just saved me from another suicide?” He makes me flinch a bit, but really, I do know.
“Yeah, I kind of knew that you weren’t alright” I mumble back at him. I want to sleep already.
“Thanks” He mumbles, following with a deep yawn.

“Goodnight Frank”
“Goodnight Gerard”

Notes

Here it is! The second part of this little fight scene!
And as i said earlier, it's going to be pretty different from here and i'm actually not even sure how it's going to be, which means that i hope you guys can stand a few days for another update. I need to figure the storyline out in peace :D
Anyway, i hope you like this one (:
Keep commenting and whatever you feel like, goodnight guys! (: