Frank twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the principal to speak up.
But after what seemed like hours, Frank decided he was supposed to speak first.
“I-“
"Are you out of your damn mind!!!?? What the hell were you thinking???!! ‘Oh smoking in school sounds like great idea’ Is that what was going through your mind when you lit the cigarette!! You could’ve started a DAMN FIRE!!!” The principal yells at Frank as he slowly disintegrates into the chair.
"I-I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.“ Frank quickly spoke, trying to get this conversation over as fast as possible.
"You’re damn right it won’t happen again, you’re getting three days of at home school suspension. Now leave before I KICK YOUR ASS OUT!!!” The principal standing up as he said those last words.
Frank’s body stiff as he hurriedly gets up and says, “…Yes, sir.”
He couldn’t get over the raging face of his. At one point, Frank thought the principal was going to bash his head on the desk and rip his eyes right out of the eye socket.
Luckily, he made it home quickly and safely.

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It wasn’t until about 8 p.m. that there was a knock on Frank’s door.
He got up, wiping his nose (the allergies were kicking in), and looked through the peephole.
Gerard was on the other side of the door holding a bouquet of white roses, nervously biting his lip.
He didn’t know on whether or not to let him in. Of course he really liked Gerard and wanted him to be back in his life, but would that really be the best thing for Gerard’s life?
Everything was so complicated when they were just fucking, let alone if they ever dated.
It all seemed so simple in the morning, but now Frank wasn’t so sure.
All he thought he was doing was helping him, but in reality he was using Gerard. He only ever wanted him when he was depressed, and Frank knew he was terrible at keeping a stable relationship. Frank just didn’t know if two self-destructive people was really the smartest idea for a relationship.
All the while Frank was deep in his thoughts, Gerard knocked again.
He had to answer it now or it’ll seem like he was trying to avoid him.
Frank took a deep breath in and opened the door, feeling bad that he was wasting Gerard’s time.
They stood there for a second, just staring at each other, but then Gerard spoke, "I thought I knew what I was going to say when I got here, but I don’t think I do.”
Frank bit a his lip, just wishing this situation would go away, “A 'hello’ would be fine.”
Gerard forcefully chuckled, leaving him to nervously scratch his neck.
"I -uh- got you these roses,“ he moves them closer to Frank, "It’s to thank you for saving me from losing my job…I just really appreciate it.”
"Thank you, but no thanks. I’m having really bad allergies from all the pollen in the a-a-ai-,“ Frank stutters as he tries to sneeze, "It was a really nice gesture though. I’m just sorry that I can’t take them.”
"No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d get so sick from the smoke…“ Gerard says as he pulls the flowers away.
"Oh no, it wasn’t you. I have a horrible immune system and it’s getting to that time of the year when the flowers fall and so does the pollen in them so I just get really sick.” Frank explains, feeling terrible that Gerard feels responsible for his sickness.
"Well I should be going to bed now…“ Frank says a he tries to close the door, but Gerard puts his hand through, stopping the door from shutting.
"I don’t feel comfortable just leaving you here all alone and sick.”
"I really hate to waste his time, but god dammit he keeps coming back…“ Frank thought.
"No, no. Really it’s jus-” Frank coughs, hard and raspy, “allergies. Nothing that a good night’s of sleep won’t fix.”
Gerard nudges in a little more, checking Frank’s temperature. Gerard’s hand was cold against Frank’s blazing hot forehead.
"I’m not gonna leave, you have a fever,“ Gerard directs Frank to sit on the couch, "Come on, just let me take care of you, you’re sick…..And I’m sure a little soup in your belly will help you greatly.” He insists.
Frank shrugs, “Fine, just don’t ever say the word 'belly’ around me again…”
Gerard smiles.
As Frank lied on the couch, Gerard was looking through his cabinets only to find cans and cans of beans and when he looked in the refrigerator he only found vegetable stock, a sliver of butter, and one green pepper; with the exception of water.
"What the hell, Frank? You literally only have four types of food in this place. How am I supposed to make chicken noodle soup for you if all you have is vegetable stock?" Gerard questioned, wondering how Frank survives.
"I'm vegetarian, I don't eat any type of meat...I thought you knew that." Frank wondered how he never even ate around Gerard.
I mean, they never were together, but they were always around each other. Every morning, every lunch, every afternoon; they spent together...so how did they not eat. Even after they fucked, Frank never felt hungry? And now that Frank is thinking about it, he is sure as hell hungrier than he thought he was.
"No, I didn't know you were vegetarian." Gerard mumbled, wishing this silence would go away.
Gerard thought, "I guess I don't know him as much as I thought I did. Maybe that's why he never wanted to talk to me, because I didn't know him."
And now that Gerard is thinking about it, he doesn't know anything about Frank. He doesn't know his birthday or his middle name, or why he lives alone in this apartment. Gerard only knows the assumptions that he made of Frank, and so far they weren't correct.
"I'm not mad at you for not knowing." Frank shrugged.
"You're not?"
"No," Frank paused, "I don't know much about you, so why would I expect you to know much about me."
"I don't know. I guess I thought we knew more about each other than we actually did."
"Don't take it personally, I mean you were the one that told me I was just your student. If you really wanted to learn more about me you wouldn't have closed me off like that." Frank finished.
Gerard thought really hard. He knew Frank was right; Gerard wasn't even mad about the whole situation. He wasn't in any position to judge his past decisions, and all Gerard can do is make better choices from now on.
"You're right...How bout we learn more about each other?" Gerard suggested.
"What? Like analyze what little we had?" Frank spit.
"Well, if you put it ever so lightly, yeah I guess that's what I'm asking you to do." Gerard shrugged, getting over Frank's teenage attitude.
"Okay?" Frank looks around, "You gonna ask me something?"
"Oh," Gerard paused, thinking of something to ask, "What's your middle name?"
"Anthony...Do you have any siblings?" Frank asks.
"Yes, one brother. That's as far as I want to talk about that relationship...What's your birthday?"
"October 31st." Frank answers.
"Oh so it's coming up soon." Gerard mumbles, feeling terrible that he hasn't put any thought into how Frank is doing.
"Yeah...then what's your birthday?" He looked down, embarrassed. Frank didn't know why he felt so flustered, it was like knowing more stuff about Gerard made him feel vulnerable.
"April 9th. What's your favorite color?"
"Green. Do you play any instruments?"
"A little guitar and piano, but that's all. When did you start learning guitar?"
"I started learning it when I was eleven...You know my middle name so what's your's?" Frank asked.
"Arthur." Gerard paused for a second, thinking if he should ask Frank this question, "You don't have to answer this right away, but why did you leave my class? I'm sorry for asking, I just have to know."
"No, It's fine...I left because I was sick and tired of you ignoring me. You completely shut me out and I figured you didn't want to see me anymore so I got a schedule change." Frank embarrassingly admitted to Gerard.
"Oh...I'm sorry I made you feel that way," Gerard looked away, "Truthfully, I stopped speaking to you cause I ruined everything in your life. I thought if I stayed any longer we'd get caught and then I would ruin your entire future...I didn't want that for you, Frank."
"Then, why did you have to put it so rudely?" Frank said, both of them staring away from each other.
"I didn't think you'd stop yourself from talking to me unless I devastated you to the point where there was nothing left to fix." Gerard looked at Frank, "But you still found a way to get to me..."
They were inching closer and closer to each other, to the point where they could feel the warmth of each others' body on them. Gerard's body leaning just an inch over Frank. They were a light of energy just ready to burst for one another.
But just as their lips were about to touch, Frank rested his hand on Gerard's chest, stopping him.
Immediately, Gerard's eyes opened, wondering what was wrong.
Frank started, "We're demolition lovers, we love each other to hate each other," He paused, looking away from Gerard, "And I don't think we'll work out unless we feel the same."
He looks Gerard straight into his eyes.
"Tell me you feel the same." Frank finished, almost sounding desperate as he grasped Gerard's sweatshirt.
"I want you, Frank." Gerard confessed, still leaning over Frank.
"I want you too." Frank whispered.
Slowly, they kissed, feeling every curve of one another's lip. They took their time, knowing that they both felt the same and not even feeling a doubt in their mind that what they were doing was wrong. Frank was right, all he needed to know was that Gerard wanted him and no one else. Gerard was Frank's and all Frank's.
And now their only problem was keeping this a secret.

Notes

There are so many issues I have with this chapter...okay so first of all, I feel like i sort of rushed into it idk if i did but id really appreciate if you told me if i did so i can fix it. also idk Frank's favorite color so i looked it up and there wasn't really anything that said it so i just went with an article that said he used to hate green but now has a green guitar, If you do know pls tell me so that i can correct that. And lastly, I was trying to make this chapter some what long and It's still short as hell so I'm pissed about that cause i used to be able to write long chapters all the time but now i rush into things and end up with a third of what i wanted it to be. But enough about my problems, I hope you like this chapter (through all its impurities) and have a wonderful afternoon if it's an afternoon where you live.

XOXO Fqomb.