You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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*GERARD'S P.O.V*

The weekend goes by quicker then we wanted it to, but it was fun nonetheless. Mine and Frank's date went amazing. We went bowling, which I let Frank win and ate pizza, which was greasy and disgusting but delicious. I think Frank really likes me.

"Hey, babe." I say, walking over to Frank at his lunch table, Tuesday at lunch. He smiles up at me cheekily as I kiss him. I see his cheeks flare as I sit down and open my green Jell-o.

"No pudding?" He asks with a small smile. I roll my eyes playfully and smirk.

"Jell-o is amazing, thank you very much." I say, sticking out my tongue.

He smiles again and looks around. "Where's your brother?"

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*MIKEY'S P.O.V*

I groan and readjust my bag on my shoulder, walking to the lunch room. I take a short cut around the back of the school and exit through the back doors. I run around the back wall, covered in a rainbow of graffiti and notice some guys.

I see a boy with tall green hair, one with long brown hair and the other one with shaggy black hair. I gasp, remembering the black haired boy and run around the corner and peak my head out to see the boys.

I watch, starstruck, at the black haired boy smoking and laughing. His smile was gorgeous and his eyes twinkled. I smiled and fixed my glasses. The words were muffled behind cigarettes and laughter, but I caught some names.

The black haired one was defiantly named Billie Joe, the one with the green hair is Frank, I'm pretty sure, and the brunette one was Mike.

I was lost in my own world when I hear the Frank say, "Um, Billie, I think you have an audience..." I snap my head up to see them all looking at me. Billie looked confused. I gasped, feeling my cheeks colour and jumped into a sprint. I ran and ran until I saw Frank and Gerard's table. I jump into the seat next to my brother and grab on to him.

"Hide me!" I exclaim, nuzzling my face into his neck.

"Why, what's wrong?" He asks, sounding worried. I move my face away from his neck. He looked concerned. "Is someone trying to hurt you?"

"No, even worse!" I groan.

"Way?"

My brother and I turn simultaneously. I see a very confused
Billie standing in front of me, carrying a smug smile on his face. He looks over at Gerard.

"Oh, I meant,um, younger Way." He says. Gerard narrows his eyes but doesn't move. I notice Frank pretty starstruck from the unexpected visitor.

"Mikey," I supply him, blushing faintly. He smiles smugly.

"Billie Joe, but you probably know that." He says.

I smile embarrassed and look down at my lap, colour still on my cheeks.
A small mumble left my lips, probably incoherent though.

Billie chuckled. "What was up with that?"

I shrugged and a tiny smile formed on my lips. "I'm a retarded stalker who goes after pretty boys and gets turned on by the smell of eye liner in the morning?" I tried, obviously being sarcastic.

Billie laughed a big, belly laugh, messing up my hair with a swift hand movement. "You're cute, kid, keep it up. See ya 'round." He says, finally. He pats Gerard on the back a bit too hard, making my brother flail a bit.

"Later, elder Way." He says, smiling widely with all his brilliant teeth on display. Gerard mumbles something huffily, eyes focused on the ground.

Walking backwards, Billie points at Frank, making a gun gesture with his hands. "And later kid I don't know," He says, winking and shooting his fake guns. Gerard growls and Billie just turns and walks away.

"Stupid prick...." Gerard mutters, shoving some jell-o in his mouth and chewing it with rage.

Frank looks pretty starstruck with his mouth hanging down and eyes wide, but I'm to busy to notice.

"I would totally cuddle the fuck out of him..." I breathe out, still to busy to notice the weird looks Gerard and Frank are giving me.

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*GERARD'S P.O.V*

I groan in relief when I hear the school bell ring, signaling the end of the day. I grab all of my shit and jog to my locker, literally chucking all of my books inside. I grab my bag and smile at how light it was.

I walk outside of the school, dodging past kids and marching up to the school sign, nearing the school's parking lot. I see a hooded figure rush passed me, head down. Knowing who they are, I grab their arm before they pass me.

"Frank?" I ask, my eyebrows scrunched together. I hear a sigh and he looks up at me. His hair is messy and covering his left eye. There is a small cut above his eyebrow and his eyes are big and pleading, rimmed with tears. I kneel in front of him, concern covering my face.

"What happened?" I ask. He looks down, then looks up at me and forces a smile.

"Nothing, Gee. Can I just go home?" He asks me while I gets up and wipe off my knees.

"Uh, sure, I mean of course." I say awkwardly. He nods. "Can I at least take you home?" He nods again.

I grab his limp hand and walk to my car. His hand is unresponsive until we are a safe distance from the school, almost at my car. He laces his fingers in with mine, smiles a bit. I smile in spite of myself.

We reach the chair and get in, a word not spoken. The whole ride to his house is also silent, which worries me. I pull up beside his house and he pushes the car door open lightning fast and almost jumps out, I grab his arm again.

"Frank," I say, he sighs and turns to look at me, hair still covering his eye. I put my hand on his left cheek, he flinches. I narrow my eyes and move his hair out of his eyes, gasping at what I had revealed.

His left eyes was swollen and puffy, an ugly purple and green colour clouding up his cheekbone and just below his eyebrow. He looks down, ashamed.

"Frank, what the hell happened?" I exclaim. I watch him flinch and tears cover his eyes.

"Can we please drop it? Please." He asks, shaking his head. I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to calm myself down but my blood is just boiling.

"How can we drop this Frank!" I scream and he whimpers, cowering a bit. "Someone hurt you! Because you defiantly can't do that to yourself. I wanna what happen so I can help you! Why can't you just tell me..." I exclaim, grabbing on to his shoulders. He yelps at the pressure and let's a tear or two fall down his cheeks. Instantly feeling guilty, I let go and wipe away his tears.

"I just want to help you, I know you're scared of someone." I say a bit more calmly, frowning. He shakes his head again and a fresh tear slips down his face."

"The only person who is scaring me right now is you, Gerard." And with the small whisper, he dashes out of the car and runs into his house.

I sit there feeling lonely and guilty as hell. I groan loudly and let my head fall and hit the steering wheel.

I learned 3 things that day. 1, Frank doesn't like to be screamed at or confrontation. 2, I need to get a hold of my anger issues and 3, I am an utter ASS.