Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)

"I just want to know what we are, Frank. Are we... Just friends?" He stares into my eyes, possibly searching for an unspoken answer or an expression of disapproval. I can't really tell.
It seems as though the time between us fades and everything surrounding me besides the laptop in front of me is dissolving. The question repeating over and over in my mind like a mantra. What are we?
A lump builds in my throat before I even have the capability to think of a possible answer. "I d-don't know." I manage to choke out into a near whisper.
Gerard frowns, glancing down at his probably fidgeting hands. "I need to know.. Because not knowing whether or not we're going anywhere is killing me. I'd like to know if I'm wasting my time, Frank."
I never thought about it. About us.
I guess I was just... Distracted. I don't know. Gerard and I never really seemed like anything. To be honest, I don't think we ever could be anything. Considering that we're too far away from each other, and long distance relationships never usually work out in the end. But of course, our flirting is... Well.. Just flirting.
But don't get me wrong, there's nothing I'd want more than to be more than just Gerard's friend. It would be a hell of a privilege to even be considered Gerard's boyfriend. He's absolutely perfect. In every possible way. But... There's just no chance of us being able to have a stable relationship and be a thousand or more miles away from each other. I wouldn't be able to handle that, to be honest.
I wouldn't be able to cope with not being there for him when someone made him feel anything below amazing. Not being able to wake him up with kisses every morning before class. Singing stupid little tunes to him when ever he felt even the slightest bit upset, or even just feeling his body next to mine when ever I felt like I needed to feel him near me. Which would undoubtedly be almost all the time.
I could think of a million scenarios in which I'd love to be in with Gerard, but when it comes to reality, it'll never happen.. No matter how much I want it to..
So... What's the point?
"I think..." I trail off with a deep sigh, thinking of a way to answer him in the nicest way possible. "We're just friends, Gerard."
"I like you alot too. But lets face it, we live too far away from each other to even sustain a relationship... It's only best that we keep being friends." I add.
Nearly every word coming out of my mouth feels like a stab in my stomach. But it needed to be said, because its the truth. Even Gerard knows it. A long distance relationship is not impossible but its too much of a risk, emotionally.
Gerard gives me a curt nod before clearing his throat and forcing out a smile. "Do friends flirt with each other?"
"Not really, but lets just say they do." I laugh softly.
He nods again but he doesn't say a word. I could see the sadness carving itself onto his face, and taking over his thoughts.
The subject between us fades and we grow uncomfortably silent.
Several minutes pass and I can no longer take the silence between us so I get up from the bed and grab my guitar from beside my night stand and begin to play.
"Hand in mine, into your icy blues and then I'd say to you.." I began to sing as I played the rhythm on my guitar.
Gerard immediately looks at me, bright eyed and slightly amused.
"I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets.."
"You never mentioned the name of that song.." He smiles. "What is it?"
I just smile at him and keep on singing.
"I would drive on to the end with you.."
I didn't answer him as I kept singing. Mostly because I didn't have an answer and I needed time to think of one. Though, it didnt give me much time, but luckily it was enough time to think.
"Demolition lovers." I say right after finishing the song.
"What?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Demolition lovers is the name of the song."
"Oh." He blushes, for some reason.
"I have to confess something about it though.." I place the guitar gently back on the floor and stare right into his bright shining hazel eyes.
"What do you mean?"
I'm scrambling for words when he slightly grins and his chin rests upon the palm of his hand on his desk. "That song is..."
(A month later)
"Frankenweenie! What's going on? you look like shit dude." Ray laughs as he enters the performance lab that I happen to be practicing in.
"I was up all night, that's all. I'm fine." I grin. Although that was some what of a lie, because I feel like complete crap. I only got three hours of sleep last night after talking to Gerard, and if I don't get some sleep soon, I just might inconveniently pass out right here in the middle of the lab.
"What were you doing up all night?"
"Skyping with.." I trail off, not wanting to admit to have a somewhat platonic relationship with someone else that Ray didn't know. "My mom." I blurt out.
He raises an eyebrow, completely unamused. "Your mom? I thought you couldn't stand talking to her? Let alone Skype call her for several hours."
I shrug. "I let her drone on about some small case in California. A couple of guys beat the shit out of someone for some unknown reason. I think one of the guys name is Austin. I don't remember, I wasn't paying attention to most of it." Although that one was not really a lie, I know she did have that case but I never heard it from her. Not directly. Even then, that case is over a year old. The only reason I remember for showing any interest was because the guy was also a musician. What can I say? Music makes shit interesting.
Ray rolls his eyes at me then takes the guitar from my hands. "Go over there, and sit in front of the speaker."
I stand up from the stool. "Why?"
"Oh, just shut up and do it." He chuckles.
With a sigh I do as he says and sit in front of the largest speaker in the room then wait for whatever he was planning on doing next.
"You don't have to do anything else. just sit there." He said as he prepped up my electric guitar and smiled at me.
"Okay..."
He strummed a few light chords on the guitar, then smiled wide at me before looking down at the guitar.
My eyes widened but I remained in my place in fear of what he'd do if I did choose to move.
Seconds later, he plays the guitar as if his speed was the only thing keeping him alive. Making the speakers shriek and cry out in incredibly high notes and possibly making my ears bleed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream at him once he's stopped and the lab goes quiet.
"I was just trying to wake you up." He laughs and puts my guitar on the floor beside the stool.
"Well, assbutt you didn't. Not only do I need sleep, I need Tylenol too. Thanks!" I say in a frustrating tone as I got up and began walking towards my guitar.
There was a light groan in frustration behind me as I started walking to the door. Suddenly I feel my feet being lifted up from the ground and my body being flung over a shoulder just as I had gotten to the door of the lab.
Ray takes the guitar from my hands and wrapped the strap around his other shoulder.
"Put me down you enormous lump of hair!" I shout at him as he carried me through the hallways of the labs and outside, towards the dorms.
"Frank, I don't know what's going on with you and losing sleep, but it's going to end now." He sighs.
"Put me down or I swear you'll regret-"
"Regret what? Helping out a zombie looking friend?" He laughs. "I don't think you've noticed all the shit thats been happening to you, Frank. With all the classes, practicing and the alleged Skype calls with Jamia you have, your body is just going into over time. Dude, you really need some rest. fr-"
"Okay, okay I'll get some sleep. Don't worry your highness..."
"What? Your highness?" He grimaced as he put me down on my bed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Princess fro fro of course." I laugh, before realizing how soft my bed actually was. "You're getting a fucking crown for your birthday."
Ray rolls his eyes, throwing the covers at my face. "Right after I get you Viagra for your legs, Frankenlittle."

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