You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

VII

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"Yes,"Gerard said, loving knowing that Mikey didn't know something he did.

"No," I said at the same time. We looked at each other.

"Yes," I tried.

"No," Gerard said slowly. Mikey just looked between us confused.

"Okay, their is obviously something I don't know and you're not tell me. Should I be worried?" Mikey said, furrowing his brows. Gerard smirked and started the car back up.

"Only at night." He purred, looking at me in the mirror. I felt my face turn red and tried to shirk down into my sweater. Mikey turned and looked at me. His eyebrows were scrunched up once again and his mouth hanging open.

"You and...?" He whispered as Gerard started to drive. I nodded. He put his poker face back on. Turning away, he sipped his coffee.

"EW! Oh my God, You and Frank? Oh my God, oh my, EW!" Mikey exclaimed at the driving boy, finally the idea settling in. Gerard smirked and I wanted to die.

"When did this happen?" Mikey asked, shell-shocked.

"Sort of yesterday," I said in a small voice.

"When i basically molested him in the seat you're sitting in right now." Gerard helpfully added. My boyfriend is a dolt.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend? I could get used to that.

Mikey looked down at his seat and squealed, dropping his coffee in Gerard's lap, unbuckling his belt and jumping into the backseat next to me. The car swerved a bit.

"Shit, shit, fuck! Hot coffee!" Gerard yelped, patting the burn off his thighs. "Mikey, you stupid fucking-"

"Hey Gee, now that Frank and you are dating, does that mean I can show him your baby pictures?"

"What the hell? Never!" Gerard exclaimed, turning to look at us briefly. I smile and look down at my hands in my lap.

"Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! C'mon! It'll be funnnnny!" Mikey whined, sticking his head right beside Gerard's ear to make sure he was heard.

"Mikkkkkkkeeeeeeyyyyyy!" Gerard whined back playfully. Mikey took the hint and sat back, crossing his arms and pouting his lip. I stifled a giggle.

As we pulled up to the Way household, I felt Mikey grab my arm. "You are mine this weekend!" He exclaimed and pulled me out of the car, I laughed at his eagerness to get me away from his brother.

I looked back at the car to see a very confused 17 year old watching us, I giggled.

"Don't look back, Frank, don't look back!" Mikey said dramatically. I laughed. He finally got to the door, mumbling a 'fucking brother'.

Gerard soon jogged up and used his keys to open up the house doors. Mikey was the first to go inside, running in and screaming something about food. Gerard held the door open for me and gave me his award winning smile, I blushed and thanked him.

I walked inside to Mikey stuffing bread in the toaster, using a fork to cram it all in. "Mikey, you know your not suppose to put all the bread in there and use a fork, right?" He looked at me strangely and pushed the button down.

"Oh Frank, you probably haven't learned this yet but I am the cooking genius in the house and-"

"Mikey," I tried to get his attention because behind him the toaster was smoking. He had his back turned to it.

"Frank, its very rude to interrupt people. As I was saying-"

"Mikey!" The smoke was picking up.

"Frank, what did I just say-"

There was a huge popping sound and smoke erupted the room. For my own dear life, I dove to the ground along with Mikey.

"Gerard!" Mikey screamed. The fire alarms were going off now and Mikey and I were panicking.

"Gerard! Get your fat ass down here!" Mikey screamed out the door over the blaring sirens. I crawled over to Mikey and looked at him. He looked more calm now. He caught on to my confusion.

"This happens, like, 4 times a year."

I simply nod and back away from him.

Soon Gerard comes running up stair and looks at the smoke and exploded toaster on the counter.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaims at he grabs the fire extinguisher from the living room and shoots it at the toaster. Soon the toaster stops burning and the smoke dies down, thanks to the open window. The alarm sounds off.

Gerard looks at Mikey furiously, who's laughing in the corner. He walks over to the toasted toaster. "Mikey, this is the 3rd toaster this year!" Mikey gets up and walks up his brother. He flings himself at him and starts to cry.

"Gerard! I was so scared, there was smoke everywhere and the toaster just... Exploded! I don't know what I did wrong!" He sobs. I look over at him through his brothers arm. He winks at me, I smirk.

"Aw, Mikey. I'm sorry this scared you. You know what? I'll go get this one fixed before mom and dad get home, 'kay?" Gerard coos. Mikey wipes his fake tears and smiles.

"You're the best big brother ever!" He exclaims and dashes out of the room. I smirk at my shoes as Gerard walks over.

"You okay?" He asks, putting his hands on my arms, they feel warm. I look up at him and he's biting his lip. I nodded and smile.

"A bit dazed, but will live on to tell the tale." I say, grabbing my arm and shifting my weight on to my one hip. Gerard removes his hands from my arms and pulls my into a hug, kissing my temple. I hug back.

"C'mon." He says, letting go of me. I furrow my brows.

"Where?"

"Toaster shopping!" He exclaims loudly, beaming as he pulls me out the door.

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We walk into a Target not to far away from Gerard's house.

"Are you sure they sell toasters?" I ask Gerard, following swiftly behind him. He turns to face me.

"I dunno," he says with a shrug and puts his hand on my lower back, gliding me forward. "But we gotta get some stuff if you're going to stay the weekend." I nodded.

We walked over to cash where we grabbed a small basket to carry our things and head off into the isles.

The first isle is snacks and soda. Gerard grabs ketchup chips, cool ranch Doritos, Cheetos, Mountain Dew, Pepsi and orange Crush. He also grabs a nasty looking salsa for the tortilla chips they already had.

The next isle is junk snacks like cookies, candy, pastries. Gerard basically skips this isle but grabs a box of twinkies. I give him a strange look and get a shrug in return.

Next we look for dinner for the 3 nights I'm over. Gerard grabs ingredients for Vegetarian lasagna as well as pasta. He also grabs a frozen pizza or 6.

After shifting threw the food isles, he finds breakfast dishes. He picks up some pancakes and waffles. I pick up some whip cream too and throw it in, Gerard smirks.

Once finished with the food, we went down another isle. I didn't understand why we were in this isle. Down this isle was shelves of diapers and feminine products. I looked at Gerard for answers. He chuckled lowly and kissed my temple. He walked up, grabbed a small box and walk out of the isle with me in tow.

He threw the box in the basket and looked for someone to ask where the toasters were. Upon finding someone, they told us they were in isle 9 and that we wouldn't miss them. We thanked them and walked into the isle full of toaster. Gerard quickly recognized the same one they had at home, picking it up and walking to cash.

We paid ("No way, Frankie! You are the guest on tow! I'm paying") and put all the bags in Gerard's car, driving off.

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"You go on, I'll catch up." Gerard says from the driver's side of the car. I nod and get out, walking into the Way household.

I walk into an abandoned living room. "Mikey?" I call, leaning against the back of the couch. He runs down the stairs and grabs my shoulders, my eyes widen.

"Please, please, please tell me you got the new toaster, my mom and dad will be home," He pauses and stops shaking my shoulders like a lunatic to check his clock. He quickly resumes. "45 minutes, man! Please say you bought it!" He screams. I wince.

"Mikey, calm. Of course we got it, let me go get it..." I say, walking cautiously towards the door. Once near enough, I sprinted outside. I walked around the car, muttering a 'weird kid' and caught a glance at something I didn't want to see. Gerard smoking a cigarette.

I lean against the hood of the car. "That's a nasty habit," I say, obviously scaring him since he jumped at least 6 feet in the air. He turns to look at me with a smile. The cancer stick hangs loosely off his lip.

"Disgusting," he agrees, then pulls me next to him. "And if I ever caught you smoking, I would kick your ass." He says, kissing my temple. I laugh which become a hacking fit. He frowns and takes one last drag before stomping it out. He retreats behind the car and opens the trunk, pulling out bags. I ask if he wants help and he just smiles, closing the trunk with his elbow.

"Hey, Mikey!" He screams, as he walks in, closing the front door really badass with the back of his foot. Mikey runs out of the kitchen. "Can you help me with-" Gerard starts but Mikey makes a quick grab for the toaster, squeals in relief and runs back to the kitchen, knocking almost everything Gerard was holding out of his hands.

"Fuck," Gerard mumbles, picking up the contents off the floor. I help and earn a smile. "Thanks." He says, readjusting everything and messes up my hair. I glare at his back through my fringe. I groan and fix it.

I skip into the kitchen where Gerard is putting stuff away and Mikey is setting up the new toaster.

"Am I only a kid?" I ask, pouting. Gerard chuckles at the pizza box he was reading.

"Only when you make that face." He comments, turning his back to me and putting the pizza in the freezer.

"What?! You didn't even look at me!" I exclaim. I can hear Mikey in the background laughing. Gerard turns around and looks at me, me still pouting. He smiles in triumph, turning away again.

"Knew it!" Gerard sing songs and I try to ignore the fact that Mikey may be crying right now.