Well This Sure Ain't Funny

We didn't talk about the incident afterwards, but I could see it was still bothering Gerard, and I just couldn't take that anymore.

"Just say it already, dude. Now you're the one making me nervous."

"I-I just feel bad, that you feel that way."... or the lack of the feeling. Damn I can be funny if I want to.

"I don't even care about that shit anymore... I feel more sad for myself because of the lack of sex after my death." I smiled, when I saw Gerard smile to my joke.
"You're just something unique." he laughed, looking me straight in the eyes. I could feel my cheeks burning, and the fact that I was blushing, made me even more embarrassed. I pulled my head down to calm myself.

I have always felt embarrassed when someone praises me, and now it was super embarrassing because of Gerard.

How does he make it?

Make me feel so embarrassed...

Fuck.

Just no, stop Frank.

Stop it.

Now.

"Well fuck..."

"What?" Gerard asked really confused, turning to me.
"What?" I asked as confused as Gerard.
"Did you say something?"
"Nooo..." I said, making that stupid smile everyone does when they're lying.

"Frank... just, stop." Gerard said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I just told that myself a minute ago." I sniggered, but got serious again after seeing Gerard's face.
"Wanna tell me why you told yourself that a minute ago?" Gerard sounds like a fucking therapist.
"Nah... nothing special." I really want to change the subject, "Wanna watch a movie?" Gerard stared at me for awhile but then he gave up, and went to his dvd collection.

"Horror?" of course he knows I want to watch horror.
"You know me so well." I sat down on the floor next to Gerard.

Notes

I'm not sure what I'm doing with this story so there's probably going to be pointless crap in these chapters or there's not even going to be chapters.......
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Why do I always forget what I'm supposed to say...