You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

VI

*GERARD'S P.O.V*

I frantically throw my books into my locker, not caring about the danger zone I was creating in my locker. All I could think about was meeting Frank before he went home, its already been 4 minutes since the bell has rung. I haven't seen him since the movies, which was 3 days ago.

I finishes the chucking and start the fishing, grabbing my math and science books. I smush them tightly together into my book bag. I watch my locker slam shut with a small, nail art canvas hand.

"Hey Gerard." I jump and squeal, looking over at the lipgloss and make up wearing a face.

I put my hand over my heart and pant. "Melina! You fucking scared me." I say, scowling the girl. Melina let a smirk easily slide across her lips and pops her gum.

Melina is a annoying, meddling, obviously falling for me type of girl. She has never left me alone since the day I meet her, or the day she found me. And not to mention a total slut and trying to get into my pants, but failing to get passed my sexual preference belt.

She bopped her chocolate coloured ponytail and smoothed out her skin tight cheerleading uniform. It's like the school wanted STD's with those short skirts.

"Well, lets hope you didn't wet your pants, Because then we'd have a problem." She said in her failed sexy voice, the letting out a shrilled giggle. I wince.

"Yeah, um, right. Look, is there anything you need?" I asked, looking down at my watch. Shit, now it was 5 minutes gone.

Panic, panic, panicccc!

"Yeah, can I have your cellphone digits just in case I forget my history homework later." She says in total innocence. I cork an eyebrow.

"Just in case you forget?" I asked in disbelief. She nodded, sucking on her bottom lip with big eyes. I sigh.

"Look, Melina. This isn't exactly a good time-" I start.

"But Gee-Gee! What would I do?" Innocence playing off again. I look down at my watch. 6 minutes.

"Fine!" I exclaim, pulling out a sharpie out of my bag. She beamed with her artificially white teeth.

"Yay!" She screams, pulling her cheerleading shirt up to her hip, revealing her flat stomach.

Oh you gotta be kidding me.

"Of course..." I mumble to myself, uncapping the pen and writing my number. She wiggles like a bitch and giggles high pitched.

"It tickles!" She yelps, laughing. I look up at her and finish, throwing the pen into my bag.

"Look, I got to go," I say, back up a bit. She looks disappointed.

"Oh okay," she pouts her perfect lips. "But I WILL call you." She says waving and turning on her heel.

I wait until she's out of sight to scream a loud "Shit!" And whip out my phone.

*To: Mikey
Yo mikes, make sure Frank doesn't leave yet. Stall. Whatever. Pls thnx Luhv UUU!*

I quickly press send and run out of the hallway, outside. I look around outside restlessly and run to the front of the school, next to the school sigh and bushes, and I spot Frank there.

"Frank!" I scream. He turns and looks at me. He smiles and waves, I wave back. He starts to walk over when something completely out of the blue happens. Frank gets jumped by my brother.

I hear a quick battle cry as I see Mikey football tackle Frank to the ground. My smile gets lost in my face as I see them both hit the ground, I run over. Mikey is on top of Frank.

"Mikey, what the hell?!" Frank eyes wide and his voice frantic.

"Geffad sad oh stell 'ou." Mikey replies, face in the ground. I burst out laughing as Frank tries to make sense of the sentence.

"Okay, Mikey. Whatever. Get off over me!" He exclaimed, hitting Mikey with his fists. Mikey rolls off Frank, spitting grass laughing. I help Frank up.

"Thanks." He says shyly, cheeks turning unnatural colour. I grin.

"No problemo, anything to Save you from my scary brother." I reply with a shrug, most defiantly enjoying Mikey's pouting face.

"I am totally not scary, man. I'm like a fucking fox, okay? Okay." Mikey try's to pick an argument, I roll my eyes playfully.

"Fine Mikey, if your a fox, I'm Han Solo." I say, crossing my arms with a smirk. I hear both Frank and Mikey gasp. Frank moves closer to me and looks up at me, almost cross-eyed.

"I like Han Solo..." He breathes, I grin.

"No way! I am changing mine!" Mikey complains, my awesomeness defiantly hurting him. "Fine then, I must be Chuck Norris, because I'm a fucking badass!" Mikey says with a grin of triumph.

"Han could take you any day, you moron." I say, sticking out my tongue. Mikey fumes.

"That's it, it's on!" Mikey screams, taking off his hoodie and shirt, leaving his bare torso out for the world to see.

"Mikey, put your shirt back-"

"AGHHHH!"

I feel Mikey tackle me, my head and back hitting the soft grass. I feel Mikey fall on top me and I huff sharply. He may look like a lanky fucker but he was heavy and killing me.

"Mikey, get of me you dick!" I cried, trying to pry him off me but he wrapped his arms and legs around me like a sloth.

"Nope," he said with his face smushed into my chest.

"Frankie! Help me!" I exclaimed. Frank chuckled and started pulling at Mikey. Unfortunately, my brother was a big cuddly bear and wouldn't give up.

"Noooo," he whined and held me closer on the ground. I wrapped my arms around him in defeat.

"Mikey, c'mon. It's Friday and I wanna go home, I love you too but I really need to speak to frank." He held on tighter. "Plus, you are totally a fucking fox."

He looked at me with big eyes and a smile. He jumps off me and throws on a shirt. "C'mon Gee! Lets go home, I'll buy you some coffee on the way home and Frank you are coming with us." Mikey spoke all in one breath, as he pulled on his hoodie and shirt again. He quickly grabbed his bag, running to the car but side tracked by bumping into someone.

The boy had long, ash black hair spiked loosely all over. He wore a fair amount of smudge eye liner and had huge hazel- green eyes and plump pink lips. He was carrying a bag and wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a black studded belt, paired with Chucks and a black T-shirt. He also wore a leather jacket with a ton of pins on it.

I could almost hear Mikey's breathe catch in his throat. The boy quickly mumbled a sorry, all though it was all Mikey's fault, and walked away.

Frank walked over to Mikey with the same starstruck expression. "Who was that?" He breathed out. I rolled my eyes.

"I think his name is Billie Joe, he skips a lot. I think I have a few classes with him. I don't know, but I hear a lot of bad things about him." I explain with a shrug. Frank's eyes widen and Mikey's cheeks turn crimson.

"He's a bad boy senior?" Frank asks, eyes ridiculously huge. I chuckle.

"You can say that, I heard he transferred here because he burned his old school down." I say, smirking.

I look over Mikey and he looks like he's in his own little world. "He sounds nice." He mumbles to no one in particular. Frank and I just laugh.

.+*+.+*+.+*+.+*+.+*+.+*+.+*+.

I pull up to Starbucks in my Mercedes and Mikey quickly gets out to get our coffee. I turn in the driver's seat, draping my arm across the seat and look back at Frank. Frank was stuck in the back seat, but I don't think he minded too much. He was staring off out the window but quickly turned when I called his name. I bit back a smile as I patted the seat next to me, he smiled and climbed in it next to me.

"I want to ask you something." I told him and he blushed. I smiled at his sweetness.

"Well, last night was quiet amazing, and I meant everything I did or said last night. Everything," I start, watching him cross his legs and face me. "And I wanted to know if you'd, like, be my boyfriend?" I asked I a sort of nonchalantly way but on the insides I was dying.

His eyebrows shot into his hair line. He looked shocked to be hearing all this. He shook his head in disbelief.

"I don't know Gerard, I just, we meet almost a week ago. It's not that I don't like, exactly the opposite actually, but-" He said, looking full of worry and confusion. I stopped him for speaking.

"Frank, I really like you, I really do." I said, grabbing his hand. "This is hard for me to do too, and I want to show you that I really like you." I said with a lopsided smile.

He looked nervous after I said that but smiled faintly. I pushed in a CD into the car disc player and the car filled with music. I began to sing.

"Seventeen and strung out on confusion
Trapped inside a roll of disillusion
I found out what it takes to be a man
Well, Mom and Dad will never understand"

I watched Frank's face brighten and smile widely. I knew Frank loved Green Day and I thought song was the perfect song for what we were both going through being teenagers.

"Secrets collecting dust but never forget
SKELETONS come to LIFE in my closet

I found out what it takes to be a man
Well, Mom and Dad will never understand
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME

Seventeen and COMING CLEAN for the first time
I finally figured out myself for the first time
I found out what it takes to be a man
Well, Mom and Dad will never understand
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME"

I sung the last note and felt Frank jump and cling to me. I chuckled and hugged him back. "Thank you," he whispered profoundly in my ear.

"No problem." I said with a smile and let go. He looked at me for a moment.

"Yes," he said quickly.

I beamed. "Yes?" He copied my face.

"Yes it's a yes! Yes in every language," he said close to my face. "Oui, Si, Ja, Tak, Sim, Evet..." He trailed off when I kissed.

The kiss was soft and slow, knowing he has never really did anything like this except for yesterday. He cups my face and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He smiles into the kiss and pecks me one last time before putting his face in my neck. I run my fingers through his hair and rub his back. He sighs.

"I should probably get into the back before Mikey comes." He says, pulling away. I suddenly feel cold. I smile and nod slightly. He smiles and climbs into the back.

It's a few long minutes before Mikey gets into the car with three coffees and a "Hey guys, what did I miss?"