Not Good Enough

Gerard's POV


Gerard had always been a little annoyed at how much his parents worked. Ever since he and Mikey were old enough to be in preschool they had mainly been raised by various nannies, since their parents were rarely home when they were awake, especially when they were younger. But now he couldn't be happier about it. If they were home much longer than he probably wouldn't be able to sneak Frank up yo his room again.

He was currently sitting in his bed, messing around with his phone. Frank was sitting at his desk facing away from him, probably doing homework. He smiled, watching the back of Frank's head, the way his feet tapped a mystery rhythm against the chair legs, the way he slipped his pencil around in his fingers whenever he wasn't writing. Gerard found everything about him wonderful and he couldn't help but wonder if they could ever be together. He certainly hoped they could.

Frank stood up suddenly, turning around and sticking his tongue out at Gerard. "Man, math fucking sucks."

"Need help?"

"Nah, I'm finished. But it still sucks."

Gerard laughed. "Well, I'm not going to argue with that."

Frank put his homework back in his backpack, going to lay down next to Gerard. After a long silence he spoke up again. "My parents kept calling me, but after I told them that I had somewhere to stay they stopped...I don't think they even care..."

"Well then it's a good thing you don't need them to care." It seemed pretty obvious to Gerard. Parents were not a crucial part of your life, especially this late.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you obviously need someone to care about you, but who says it has to be your parents?"

"...oh. Yeah. I get that." Frank smiled at him. "I've got you now, that's way better than parents."

"That's right, you've got me, and I care about you. A lot." It was true, but there was also a lot more to it than just that.

"Okay I know I already asked this but I didn't really get an answer- I mean, it was my fault because I said never mind but still...do you like me?"

Oh no, not this again. And he sounded a lot more determined this time. Gerard would probably actually have to say something. "Again, what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"Well...if you mean what I think you mean, then yeah. I like you a lot, Frank."

...shit.

Notes

OoOOoooOooOOOoo what's going to happen now?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?!!?!?!?!? Jk, it's so obvious I'm gonna cry oh man. I'm so sorry this is so bad. I <3 you all, thanks for reading.