The sixth part ((frerard))
Chapter 10 // let this world explode
Party POV
Gerard’s mum pulls up to Franks house, it’s Tuesday, yesterday we had a day off for Martin Luther King Day. I couldn’t get hold of Frank all weekend, which worried me. I wanted to go round his house to check he was okay but I didn’t think that was a good idea, I still don’t know much about his mum. He rung me yesterday evening though, telling me he’d definitely be in today but only for the morning because he has therapy. The others have hardly been conscious for 5 days now, Gerard’s around again though. I see Frank rush out, looking flustered and get in the backseat of the car, next to me. Mikey, Gerard’s brother is in the front, he’s only 9. Frank looks like he’s seen a ghost, I can see the fear written across his face. He doesn’t talk the entire journey. It’s really fucking early but we want to get there before everyone so Frank doesn’t have to see anyone if he doesn’t want to, Gerard’s mum agreed to pick him up and drop us off before she takes Mikey to elementary school. As we pull away, Frank is staring out the window, his knee jiggling up and down and his fingers tapping quickly. I take a risk and hold his hand, it seemed to calm him down before. I’m not sure whether it’s platonic or more but now isn’t really the time to think about it. I like him a lot and I think he likes me back, but I want to be careful, I don’t want to move too quickly or scare him away. We’ve only known eachother a week. Either way, this contact visibly relaxes him slightly and that’s the most important thing. Gerard is co conscious but I can tell he’s nervous as well.
‘You okay?’ I ask.
‘I don’t know, I’m more worried about Frank’ Gerard replies.
‘Same but in case you were, you have nothing to worry about, no one saw anything involving you’
“Frank, are you okay?” I whisper.
“Nervous”
“It’s okay, just hang in there, all we’ll do is sit in that room again and I won’t let anything happen to you”
We don’t talk for much of the journey, I feel like I should to take his mind off it but I can’t think of anything to say and forced conversation would just make it awkward. We arrive at 8:15am, and there’s no one around, it’s eerily quiet. I keep hold of his hand as we get out the car and I feel him physically trembling. He scoots close into my side as we walk across the car park. We walk inside and there’s a few people around, mainly teachers. We drop hands and step away from eachother, knowing it’d be viewed as odd by anyone who sees. He puts his head down and walks quickly to the room we were in before, I scurry behind. Once we get there, there’s no one around and Frank relaxes onto my shoulder. I stroke his hair carefully and he doesn’t object. Gerard completely loses his shit, there’s no way this is platonic. I like this though. I’m just too scared to ask what this is in case this suddenly stops being this. We hear footsteps up the corridor and pull away from eachother and seconds later Mr Toro walks in.
“Hello boys” he greets with a warm smile “Have you written out your statements?”
I nod and hand him mine and Frank does the same, Gerard came out for a few minutes last night to write it out in neat. Mr Toro reads them through.
“So Bert McCracken was involved, Gerard?” he asks.
I nod.
“Definitely?”
I nod again.
“Okay I’ll get the head of year to talk to him”
We stay in the little room for about half an hour, Mr Toro and Frank are talking and I’m chatting to Gerard. Everyone seems a lot more relaxed now which is good.
Suddenly, Mr Toro get’s up.
“I need to check the CCTV footage of the incident and the office shuts during lesson time, Gerard you need to run to lesson too, I’ll be back in a second Frank you can stay here” he tells us as he rushes out, leaving us alone in the room. How convenient.
“I’ll come find you at lunch okay, I have to go to maths at break, I have a detention for day dreaming fucking day dreaming I swear to god I’m gonna kill her” I explain.
“That’s unfair, you can’t really help being distracted” Frank says angrily but lets out a small giggle “I won’t see you again today because I go before lunch for therapy”
I feel my heart drop.
“Oh. Okay uh, good luck with today, you’ll be just fine” I try to reassure him, noting how tense he’s become. I take his hand and stroke it like before and he we look at eachother carefully for a few moments. He leans in and-
Frank POV
Party glances away and I pull back a little, fuck too soon. They look at me in the eye and blush, hunched over a little, I think they just switched.
“Gerard?” I whisper. He smiles and leans in carefully. Our lips meet and his eyes flutter shut. I’m not sure what I’m doing but I press gentle kisses onto his soft lips and bring my hand up to cup his face. It feels amazing, all my anxiety dissipates but before I know it, it’s over. He giggles slightly and looks at the ground, his eyes flitting up to look at me between his hair.
He pulls out a pen and writes on a piece of paper from his pocket.
‘I wasn’t going to let Party take our first kiss x’ it reads. I blush, unsure of what to reply.
“Th-thanks” I stutter out, aware it’s probably not the right thing to say “I missed you”
‘Same’ he writes and relaxes into my shoulder. Seconds later he sits up and oh wait they’ve switched back.
“That fucker stole my kiss” they cry.
“Sorry” I mumble, feeling bad. They stand up carefully.
“Don’t be. I should probably go to lesson but can I steal a kiss back?”
“Of course” I murmur. They grab my hand and pull me up, snaking their arms around my waist. Confidently, they tilt their head and press their lips into mine, moving them slowly. They run their tongue along my bottom lip and I freeze for a moment before suddenly realising what they want. I open my mouth slightly and their tongue slips in. They massage it against mine and I even let out a little a whimper. I pull away for breath but I can’t stop smiling.
“Good luck today, text me yeah?” they smile as they leave.
Gerard’s mum pulls up to Franks house, it’s Tuesday, yesterday we had a day off for Martin Luther King Day. I couldn’t get hold of Frank all weekend, which worried me. I wanted to go round his house to check he was okay but I didn’t think that was a good idea, I still don’t know much about his mum. He rung me yesterday evening though, telling me he’d definitely be in today but only for the morning because he has therapy. The others have hardly been conscious for 5 days now, Gerard’s around again though. I see Frank rush out, looking flustered and get in the backseat of the car, next to me. Mikey, Gerard’s brother is in the front, he’s only 9. Frank looks like he’s seen a ghost, I can see the fear written across his face. He doesn’t talk the entire journey. It’s really fucking early but we want to get there before everyone so Frank doesn’t have to see anyone if he doesn’t want to, Gerard’s mum agreed to pick him up and drop us off before she takes Mikey to elementary school. As we pull away, Frank is staring out the window, his knee jiggling up and down and his fingers tapping quickly. I take a risk and hold his hand, it seemed to calm him down before. I’m not sure whether it’s platonic or more but now isn’t really the time to think about it. I like him a lot and I think he likes me back, but I want to be careful, I don’t want to move too quickly or scare him away. We’ve only known eachother a week. Either way, this contact visibly relaxes him slightly and that’s the most important thing. Gerard is co conscious but I can tell he’s nervous as well.
‘You okay?’ I ask.
‘I don’t know, I’m more worried about Frank’ Gerard replies.
‘Same but in case you were, you have nothing to worry about, no one saw anything involving you’
“Frank, are you okay?” I whisper.
“Nervous”
“It’s okay, just hang in there, all we’ll do is sit in that room again and I won’t let anything happen to you”
We don’t talk for much of the journey, I feel like I should to take his mind off it but I can’t think of anything to say and forced conversation would just make it awkward. We arrive at 8:15am, and there’s no one around, it’s eerily quiet. I keep hold of his hand as we get out the car and I feel him physically trembling. He scoots close into my side as we walk across the car park. We walk inside and there’s a few people around, mainly teachers. We drop hands and step away from eachother, knowing it’d be viewed as odd by anyone who sees. He puts his head down and walks quickly to the room we were in before, I scurry behind. Once we get there, there’s no one around and Frank relaxes onto my shoulder. I stroke his hair carefully and he doesn’t object. Gerard completely loses his shit, there’s no way this is platonic. I like this though. I’m just too scared to ask what this is in case this suddenly stops being this. We hear footsteps up the corridor and pull away from eachother and seconds later Mr Toro walks in.
“Hello boys” he greets with a warm smile “Have you written out your statements?”
I nod and hand him mine and Frank does the same, Gerard came out for a few minutes last night to write it out in neat. Mr Toro reads them through.
“So Bert McCracken was involved, Gerard?” he asks.
I nod.
“Definitely?”
I nod again.
“Okay I’ll get the head of year to talk to him”
We stay in the little room for about half an hour, Mr Toro and Frank are talking and I’m chatting to Gerard. Everyone seems a lot more relaxed now which is good.
Suddenly, Mr Toro get’s up.
“I need to check the CCTV footage of the incident and the office shuts during lesson time, Gerard you need to run to lesson too, I’ll be back in a second Frank you can stay here” he tells us as he rushes out, leaving us alone in the room. How convenient.
“I’ll come find you at lunch okay, I have to go to maths at break, I have a detention for day dreaming fucking day dreaming I swear to god I’m gonna kill her” I explain.
“That’s unfair, you can’t really help being distracted” Frank says angrily but lets out a small giggle “I won’t see you again today because I go before lunch for therapy”
I feel my heart drop.
“Oh. Okay uh, good luck with today, you’ll be just fine” I try to reassure him, noting how tense he’s become. I take his hand and stroke it like before and he we look at eachother carefully for a few moments. He leans in and-
Frank POV
Party glances away and I pull back a little, fuck too soon. They look at me in the eye and blush, hunched over a little, I think they just switched.
“Gerard?” I whisper. He smiles and leans in carefully. Our lips meet and his eyes flutter shut. I’m not sure what I’m doing but I press gentle kisses onto his soft lips and bring my hand up to cup his face. It feels amazing, all my anxiety dissipates but before I know it, it’s over. He giggles slightly and looks at the ground, his eyes flitting up to look at me between his hair.
He pulls out a pen and writes on a piece of paper from his pocket.
‘I wasn’t going to let Party take our first kiss x’ it reads. I blush, unsure of what to reply.
“Th-thanks” I stutter out, aware it’s probably not the right thing to say “I missed you”
‘Same’ he writes and relaxes into my shoulder. Seconds later he sits up and oh wait they’ve switched back.
“That fucker stole my kiss” they cry.
“Sorry” I mumble, feeling bad. They stand up carefully.
“Don’t be. I should probably go to lesson but can I steal a kiss back?”
“Of course” I murmur. They grab my hand and pull me up, snaking their arms around my waist. Confidently, they tilt their head and press their lips into mine, moving them slowly. They run their tongue along my bottom lip and I freeze for a moment before suddenly realising what they want. I open my mouth slightly and their tongue slips in. They massage it against mine and I even let out a little a whimper. I pull away for breath but I can’t stop smiling.
“Good luck today, text me yeah?” they smile as they leave.
Notes
SO THAT HAPPEND
i was gonna wait but couldn't resist
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omg that's so cool wow setting the bar low lmao but yess omg I met them again exactly a week later and died so hard
11/20/15