I Believe We're the Enemy

Gerard kicked a pebble on the sidewalk as he and Frank walked side by side. Frank watched the pebble roll into the side of the sidewalk, into the gutter. Gerard smiled, "Do you have any food at your house? I'm starving."
Frank looked at Gerard, "You're not scared?"
"Of getting fat? Psh, naw-"
"No, of Rogen."
"Oh. No, obviously. He's just a man, I'm just a man. What's there to be scared of?"
Frank did give Gerard credit for his courage, but it was a foolish move. Frank muttered, "I'm scared."
Gerard pretended he didn't hear it, he kept his eyes ahead, "We'll beat this, Frankie."
Frankie.
Frank glanced at Gerard, but didn't reply. He instead kicked a piece of gravel. Gerard caught it and kicked it back to Frank. Frank smiled and kicked it to Gerard who kicked it into the gutter. Frank laughed softly but it faded away quickly. Gerard said, "That's only time I ever caught you smiling...you don't do it often, do you?"
Frank shrugged, "I guess I never got a reason to."
Gerard frowned, "No reason? I don't mean to preach, but there's a lot of things to smile about."
"Oh yeah?" Frank raised a brow, "Like what?"
Gerard stopped and picked up a pebble. He tossed it from hand to hand before throwing it to Frank, who caught it. Gerard said, "You're alive, aren't you?"
Frank tossed it back to Gerard, "What's there to live for?"
Gerard tossed it back, "Love, goals?"
Frank looked at the pebble, "Love."
Gerard tucked in his lips, staring at Frank.
Frank looked up, Gerard looked away.
Frank said, "I want to tell you something."
"Oh? A secret?"
Frank nodded, "A secret. I'm not really smart-I lied. I told you that because I was scared you were going to judge me for the truth...but then Rogen said that you were gay so I figured that it wouldn't be a problem to say that I'm-"
"Gay?" Gerard looked at Frank.
Frank looked down to the pebble in his hands. He said under his breath, "Yeah."
Gerard slowly walked toward Frank, "And why tell me this?"
Frank looked up, "I..." Frank grasped onto the pebble, "Trust you."
Gerard stopped, "Oh. Well, I trust you, kid."
Frank found Gerard stuck-up. But that's the only bad thing he could find in Gerard. He also found him caring, sarcastic, and kind. Frank didn't want to like this guy, in a romantic way. He just wanted to survive junior year and live his senior year. Maybe he could stop himself from liking Gerard-maybe. Frank stuffed the pebble into his jean pocket.
Frank walked on further by Gerard, "Why are walking me home anyway?"
"Are you kidding? If Rogen sees you walking by yourself, you're fish out of water." He grinned.
"I don't live far."
Gerard laughed, "Shut up, I'm trying to be a good friend."
Frank found the opportunity to joke, "Are you sure you're not trying to get in my pants?"
Gerard laughed, "Not a bad idea, Frankie."
Frank rolled his eyes, smiling, "Perv."
Gerard scrunched up his nose, "I guess."
Off in the distance, there was a loud engine that filled the quiet neighborhood. Gerard stopped, "Uh-oh." Gerard recognized the engine. The engine of the car got closer, until it finally turned around the corner, heading down the street of where Gerard and Frank were at. Frank didn't know what the problem was until he saw Rogen's head sticking out the back window. Rogen looked at the two as the car got a bit closer, "There they are!" He said through the wind pushing against his face. He quickly reached into the car and pulled out a carton of eggs.
Frank and Gerard were too slow to hide anywhere. Rogen threw the eggs as he wailed with laughter. Gerard flinched as the eggs smacked against his body. One on his jeans, another on his arm, and one smacked against his chest. Frank covered his face with his arms in reaction. The eggs collided with his arms, but the explosion of the yolk got into his hair.
The car sped away as Rogen laughed and pointed at Frank and Gerard until he disappeared down the street.
Frank lowered in arms in disbelief, "Gross." He gave a disgusted face as yolk slowly came down from his hair.
Gerard looked down to his clothes. He looked back up where the car disappeared, "What are we? 10?" He scowled, "These were new jeans...it's so on, Rogen."

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