Kiss Slowly, Speak Quickly
Mikey's POV
We watched the girl walk back to her friends before Gerard and I shared a glance. He nodded and I took off for the boy at a full-out sprint. Being taller than Gerard, I had longer strides, but with how slow he was moving today, I made it to the bench in no time. The boy sitting there didn't look up at me. I hated starting conversations, but I wasn't gonna stand there awkwardly while I waited for Gerard. He would know what to say for sure in a situation like this. I just had to stall until he got here.
"Uh," I studdered a second, "h-hey. I'm Mikey."
"Hi," he hardly whispered.
"W-What's your name?" I asked nervously, watching my feet.
"Frank," he said in that same low tone. I nodded and tried to think of something else to say, but I was too nervous. Thankfully, Gerard came up and sat beside him. "Look," Frank said a little more boldly, "can we not make this a party? It's not exactly a secret that I don't wanna be here, but I don't want to go see another stupid therapist who's just gonna give me more medicine that never helps anyway."
Gerard held his hands up. "Sorry, dude," he said smoothly, "we aren't trying to aggravate you. We just wanna talk."
"About what?" Frank snapped.
"You. That girl. That razor. Need I go on?" Gerard glanced at him sideways.
"You wouldn't understand, and I have no idea who that girl is," Frank muttered.
Gerard took off the hat, forcing me to look away. I couldn't stand to see him beat up. He forced Frank to look at him then he slid up his sleeves. Frank swallowed and couldn't take his eyes off the scars. "I understand," Gerard said softly. He picked up one of Frank's hands and pressed the palm to his own arm. Frank swallowed and pulled his hand away.
They looked at each other in silence. They seemed to speak without actually talking. I shuddered a little. After a brief moment, Frank dropped his eyes to his razor and whispered what sounded like, "I can't. I'm sorry, Gerard." I raised an eyebrow.
When had Gerard said his name?
"Uh," I studdered a second, "h-hey. I'm Mikey."
"Hi," he hardly whispered.
"W-What's your name?" I asked nervously, watching my feet.
"Frank," he said in that same low tone. I nodded and tried to think of something else to say, but I was too nervous. Thankfully, Gerard came up and sat beside him. "Look," Frank said a little more boldly, "can we not make this a party? It's not exactly a secret that I don't wanna be here, but I don't want to go see another stupid therapist who's just gonna give me more medicine that never helps anyway."
Gerard held his hands up. "Sorry, dude," he said smoothly, "we aren't trying to aggravate you. We just wanna talk."
"About what?" Frank snapped.
"You. That girl. That razor. Need I go on?" Gerard glanced at him sideways.
"You wouldn't understand, and I have no idea who that girl is," Frank muttered.
Gerard took off the hat, forcing me to look away. I couldn't stand to see him beat up. He forced Frank to look at him then he slid up his sleeves. Frank swallowed and couldn't take his eyes off the scars. "I understand," Gerard said softly. He picked up one of Frank's hands and pressed the palm to his own arm. Frank swallowed and pulled his hand away.
They looked at each other in silence. They seemed to speak without actually talking. I shuddered a little. After a brief moment, Frank dropped his eyes to his razor and whispered what sounded like, "I can't. I'm sorry, Gerard." I raised an eyebrow.
When had Gerard said his name?
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9/29/15