The sixth part ((frerard))
Chapter 6 // our brains are sick but that's okay
Gerard POV
I’m co-conscious as Party walks into school, I really need to pay attention and remember this shit if I want to pass any kind of exam.
They walk over to Frank who’s hovering at the gate.
“Hey” he smiles.
“Hey, as much as I’d love to chat I’ve gotta be silent, ya know, I’m Gerard way if anyone asks” they whisper.
‘Sorry’ I murmur, feeling guilty.
‘For the last time, don’t be sorry, it’s okay’
“Sorry for what” Frank asks suddenly. I gasp and Party giggles, embarrassed.
“Oops, I didn’t mean to say that aloud” they laugh, quietly.
“Who’s sorry?” He presses “Sorry, I’m being nosy”
“It’s alright, Gerard was but Jesus Christ can you all stop apologizing”
‘Sorry’
“Sorry”
“Fucking hell”
They walk into school, the hallway’s full of people and go to our lockers. We’d discovered Frank and mine are next to each other’s. Party frowns for a moment and I whisper my combination to them.
“I know I’m being nosy, but what was Gerard sorry for?” Frank asks.
They think for a moment before opening my sketchbook.
‘Use the back page!’ I exclaim as they nearly write on the back of a drawing.
‘Gonna have to write now bc ppl but Gerard just (for no reason) felt bad about the fact I’m going to school, when I really dislike this place’ they write.
Frank nods.
“How long til he’s out again, I kinda miss him”
He did not just fucking say that oh my god.
“That sounds pretty creepy, not miss just- just-”
‘Miss eh? ;)’ they start.
‘Party, this did not just happen and you did not just write that’
‘You better believe it did, I’m telling you, he likes you’ they reply before writing some more ‘Honestly, I don’t know, sometimes hours sometimes days sometimes weeks but it’s nothing to worry about’
He nods looking almost sad.
“Well it’d be cool if he came out soon. But I am enjoying your company. Is he concious?”
‘He fucking fancies you Gerard’
‘No he’s just being friendly, it’s obvious’
‘Fanx bae, yup he’s literally chatting to me right now’ they scribble, somehow still all curly ‘Look he’s motherfucking blushing’
‘Stop being an idiot party! Of course he isn’t’
‘He is Gerard’ G pipes up ‘You should ask him out’
‘Saviour, do you think Frank likes me well us’ I ask, humming in response to G.
‘I think we should wait until he’s met us all. We hardly know him, for all we know he’s not a good person. Plus it could become problematic, because I’m not here for romance or any of that rubbish and G’s 38 so that would essentially make him a pedophile’ Saviour explains.
‘Why you gotta be so negative!’ Party exclaims ‘G wouldn’t mind, his relationship with Frank would be purely platonic, when he’s out he’d just treat Frank like a nephew, and you could just go into the zones with G if we were to ever make out or maybe even more. Obviously I would be watching avidly’
‘I agree with Party, it would be good for Gerard and Party to express their sexuality as long as everyones comfortable and be in a proper relationship but fuck Party, with that dirty mind of yours no wonder you don’t have a very convincing case’ G tells us.
‘Would you all like to stop talking about me like I’m not here and appreciate the fact, I think I’ve fallen in love and if he were to ask me out I’d 200% say yes’ I rant, slightly irritated. Saviour seems to disappear for and I feel guilty.
“You alright?” Frank asks suddenly. Party nods. “Were you like talking in there or something, you kinda seemed distracted?” They nod again. “What about?”
‘You’ Party writes and I squeal.
‘Party too far!!’ I cry. I hear G laugh softly but he doesn’t say anything.
“What about me?”
‘Don’t you dare write what you’re about to’ I groan, dreading the fact they’ll probably write how we feel about him and fuck it up for everyone.
‘Seriously, Party, don’t, wait until I’ve met him at least’ G backs me up. Party sighs but does as we say, grumbling about how perfect it could have been.
‘Just about the fact one of us is 38 and hoping you’re not creeped out by the fact you’re friends with someone that ancient’ they write.
‘Oi!’ G exclaims.
‘Just testing the water pals, you should trust me, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it’ Party reassures us.
“Yeah, I mean it’s kinda new to me but I could get used to it, I can’t really say because I don’t know the guy but as long as he’s not a dickhead or a creep or something I’m sure it’d be fine like I obviously we wouldn’t act like best teenage buds but I’m sure we’ll get on” Frank smiles.
‘See!’
We go to registration first and Party sits next to Frank. They don’t really do much, just absent mindedly write on their hand and chat rant about homophobes. Well whisper and scribble out angry notes. I go into the inner world for most of the morning and suddenly it’s lunchtime. I hope I subconsciously absorbed some of the information though.
They sit on a bench out on the field and eat. It’s quite cool out and although there are people around they aren’t really paying attention and Party is even talking quietly, a bit of a risk. Frank checks what lesson we have last. Art! Maybe I should front for a bit.
Frank POV
“Gerard want’s out” Party whispers suddenly. I smile slightly, I’d been missing his presence. Party is fun as fuck but Gerard is warm and comforting.
“Okay, he likes art anyway” I smile. They don’t reply for a moment, and run their hands through their hair in that oh so fucking adorable way. They smile at me and murmur something I don’t catch.
“Huh?” I ask. They look down for a moment before looking up at me carefully, their posture different. The party sparkle is gone from their eye’s but I think it’s been replaced by the little Gerard glimmer.
“Gerard?” I question and he smiles and I know it’s him. Without thinking, I lunge forward and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him tense and almost regret it before he relaxes into my arms.
“I missed you a bit, it was fun last night with Party but it’d be good to have spent it with you” I sigh. He pulls away and grabs his sketchbook and writes, in the small kinda scribbly handwriting.
‘I missed you too’ it reads and I feel myself blush. I think he does too though ‘Hold on, can I text you, I don’t want to fill up my sketchbook’
“Sure thing dude” I smile and watch as he gets his phone out. He frowns and I feel my stomach churn momentarily, wondering what’s up before mine beeps.
Gerard: “Do you really think I didn’t notice your wrists?” ???? Frankie please tell me this isn’t what I think it is xx
I’m co-conscious as Party walks into school, I really need to pay attention and remember this shit if I want to pass any kind of exam.
They walk over to Frank who’s hovering at the gate.
“Hey” he smiles.
“Hey, as much as I’d love to chat I’ve gotta be silent, ya know, I’m Gerard way if anyone asks” they whisper.
‘Sorry’ I murmur, feeling guilty.
‘For the last time, don’t be sorry, it’s okay’
“Sorry for what” Frank asks suddenly. I gasp and Party giggles, embarrassed.
“Oops, I didn’t mean to say that aloud” they laugh, quietly.
“Who’s sorry?” He presses “Sorry, I’m being nosy”
“It’s alright, Gerard was but Jesus Christ can you all stop apologizing”
‘Sorry’
“Sorry”
“Fucking hell”
They walk into school, the hallway’s full of people and go to our lockers. We’d discovered Frank and mine are next to each other’s. Party frowns for a moment and I whisper my combination to them.
“I know I’m being nosy, but what was Gerard sorry for?” Frank asks.
They think for a moment before opening my sketchbook.
‘Use the back page!’ I exclaim as they nearly write on the back of a drawing.
‘Gonna have to write now bc ppl but Gerard just (for no reason) felt bad about the fact I’m going to school, when I really dislike this place’ they write.
Frank nods.
“How long til he’s out again, I kinda miss him”
He did not just fucking say that oh my god.
“That sounds pretty creepy, not miss just- just-”
‘Miss eh? ;)’ they start.
‘Party, this did not just happen and you did not just write that’
‘You better believe it did, I’m telling you, he likes you’ they reply before writing some more ‘Honestly, I don’t know, sometimes hours sometimes days sometimes weeks but it’s nothing to worry about’
He nods looking almost sad.
“Well it’d be cool if he came out soon. But I am enjoying your company. Is he concious?”
‘He fucking fancies you Gerard’
‘No he’s just being friendly, it’s obvious’
‘Fanx bae, yup he’s literally chatting to me right now’ they scribble, somehow still all curly ‘Look he’s motherfucking blushing’
‘Stop being an idiot party! Of course he isn’t’
‘He is Gerard’ G pipes up ‘You should ask him out’
‘Saviour, do you think Frank likes me well us’ I ask, humming in response to G.
‘I think we should wait until he’s met us all. We hardly know him, for all we know he’s not a good person. Plus it could become problematic, because I’m not here for romance or any of that rubbish and G’s 38 so that would essentially make him a pedophile’ Saviour explains.
‘Why you gotta be so negative!’ Party exclaims ‘G wouldn’t mind, his relationship with Frank would be purely platonic, when he’s out he’d just treat Frank like a nephew, and you could just go into the zones with G if we were to ever make out or maybe even more. Obviously I would be watching avidly’
‘I agree with Party, it would be good for Gerard and Party to express their sexuality as long as everyones comfortable and be in a proper relationship but fuck Party, with that dirty mind of yours no wonder you don’t have a very convincing case’ G tells us.
‘Would you all like to stop talking about me like I’m not here and appreciate the fact, I think I’ve fallen in love and if he were to ask me out I’d 200% say yes’ I rant, slightly irritated. Saviour seems to disappear for and I feel guilty.
“You alright?” Frank asks suddenly. Party nods. “Were you like talking in there or something, you kinda seemed distracted?” They nod again. “What about?”
‘You’ Party writes and I squeal.
‘Party too far!!’ I cry. I hear G laugh softly but he doesn’t say anything.
“What about me?”
‘Don’t you dare write what you’re about to’ I groan, dreading the fact they’ll probably write how we feel about him and fuck it up for everyone.
‘Seriously, Party, don’t, wait until I’ve met him at least’ G backs me up. Party sighs but does as we say, grumbling about how perfect it could have been.
‘Just about the fact one of us is 38 and hoping you’re not creeped out by the fact you’re friends with someone that ancient’ they write.
‘Oi!’ G exclaims.
‘Just testing the water pals, you should trust me, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it’ Party reassures us.
“Yeah, I mean it’s kinda new to me but I could get used to it, I can’t really say because I don’t know the guy but as long as he’s not a dickhead or a creep or something I’m sure it’d be fine like I obviously we wouldn’t act like best teenage buds but I’m sure we’ll get on” Frank smiles.
‘See!’
We go to registration first and Party sits next to Frank. They don’t really do much, just absent mindedly write on their hand and chat rant about homophobes. Well whisper and scribble out angry notes. I go into the inner world for most of the morning and suddenly it’s lunchtime. I hope I subconsciously absorbed some of the information though.
They sit on a bench out on the field and eat. It’s quite cool out and although there are people around they aren’t really paying attention and Party is even talking quietly, a bit of a risk. Frank checks what lesson we have last. Art! Maybe I should front for a bit.
Frank POV
“Gerard want’s out” Party whispers suddenly. I smile slightly, I’d been missing his presence. Party is fun as fuck but Gerard is warm and comforting.
“Okay, he likes art anyway” I smile. They don’t reply for a moment, and run their hands through their hair in that oh so fucking adorable way. They smile at me and murmur something I don’t catch.
“Huh?” I ask. They look down for a moment before looking up at me carefully, their posture different. The party sparkle is gone from their eye’s but I think it’s been replaced by the little Gerard glimmer.
“Gerard?” I question and he smiles and I know it’s him. Without thinking, I lunge forward and wrap my arms around his neck. I feel him tense and almost regret it before he relaxes into my arms.
“I missed you a bit, it was fun last night with Party but it’d be good to have spent it with you” I sigh. He pulls away and grabs his sketchbook and writes, in the small kinda scribbly handwriting.
‘I missed you too’ it reads and I feel myself blush. I think he does too though ‘Hold on, can I text you, I don’t want to fill up my sketchbook’
“Sure thing dude” I smile and watch as he gets his phone out. He frowns and I feel my stomach churn momentarily, wondering what’s up before mine beeps.
Gerard: “Do you really think I didn’t notice your wrists?” ???? Frankie please tell me this isn’t what I think it is xx
Notes
kinda shorter update but whatevs
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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