You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

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*FRANK'S P.O.V*

"I gotta piss," Gerard says, sitting up in the bed. I look over at him as he glances at the bedside clock. "It's late, Frank. Get some rest." He runs his fingers through the long hair cover my face.

I sit up and look at the time. It's almost 1 a.m. I bit my lip. "Okay, but can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," he replies, throwing the blanket off his lower half.

"Do you think you'll ever say you love someone?" And I ask this in general interest. Not that I wanted him to say it to me. I felt bad for putting him on the spot and I knew that this was a sensitive subject, but I couldn't help him if he didn't open up.

He looks down at the bed and makes an unreadable face, like he's debating with himself. I watch as his face changes between confusion, frustration and sadness, but in the end, covered it with a smile.

He grinned brilliantly when he said, "Where there's Gerard, there's a Way."

Honestly, how could I not hit him with a pillow. I grab a hold of my pillow with both of my hands and swing it, hitting Gerard in the side of the head. Gerard giggles as he flails and hits the floor with an

oof. I cackle as the 17 year old gets up, hair messed but and all over his face.

"Why, you!" He jumps back on to the bed and tackle me down. I squeal as we roll about, stopping with me on top of him. I straddle his hips and put my hands next to his head, holding myself up. I look down at him through my hair and look at his pinkish complexion. I lean down and kiss him.

He hums in my mouth and kisses back, putting his hands in my waist. I slide down to my elbows, so my ass was sorta waggling in the air, and cup his face. He runs his hands up and down my back, riding up my shirt. He blunt nails scratch the skin lightly and I groan. Gerard takes that as an advantage, letting his tongue flood into my mouth.

Gerard's hands test their limits as he goes terribly low on my back. I couldn't take the tease as I use my one hand to move both of his until he is cupping my ass. He squeezes gently and I pull away to gasp.

He moves them back up immediately after though. I sigh, looking down at Gerard.

"I promised your mom-"

"I know," I say with a melancholy voice. "But I just want to kiss you."

"While grabbing your ass?" Gerard says with furrowed eyebrows. I laugh lightly, kissing his cheek and rolling on to the other side of him.

I look at his profile as he smiles up at the ceiling. I was falling dangerously for this boy, which was probably something terribly stupid. Falling for a boy that was scared of this feeling, scared to say those 3 words. Scared to love back.

I wasn't exactly sure if I loved Gerard, but I defiantly liked him plenty. Maybe I loved him in a different way, the way I love my mom or dad, like family. I defiantly has strong feelings for him, I just didn't know what.

But I couldn't tell him this, I didn't want to hurt him. That's the last thing I wanna do and if I try to push it out of him, I will hurt everyone.

Gerard turns to me. "What are you thinking about? You are awfully quiet."

"Just thinking." I cover it up, rolling my eyes over to look at Gerard. I bite my lip as I begin to wonder. "I was wondering, how many times?"

Gerard looks back at the ceiling. His face changes to a knowing one, probably figuring out exactly what I am talking about. He looks like he is contemplating lying to spare my feelings, which I appreciate but didn't want.

"At least 15 times."

"15 times?!" I exclaim, snapping my head to look at Gerard. "You had sex at least 15 times?!"

I guess I startled the 17 year old because he jumps a bit and cowers away, feeling timid for my loud voice. As if a little kid getting in trouble from an intimidating adult. Almost guilty and terrified. Still staring at me in horror, Gerard shrugs lightly.

"Yeah," his voice is soft, but light as it floats around the atmosphere. I am about to shake my head disapprovingly, but I decide against it. I didn't have to make matters worse by upsetting Gerard, or making him feel unwanted. And it's not like he didn't want me, he had asked me, but I wanted to wait. I feel like curiosity was planning to murder a cat the way I was going.

"How does it feel?" I ask, feeling my cheeks flush at such an obscene question. Gerard just sighs dreamily and smiles faintly.

"Amazing, so amazing," Gerard says with an airy voice. "Oh gosh, Frank. I can't wait to do it with you." I smile slightly back. Gerard wraps his arms around my torso and holds me there, hugging tightly.

He continues. "Oh man, Frankie. The intimacy is beautiful and the pleasure is almost unbearable." He rambles, rocking me side to side. He's grinning brilliantly. "We'll be

done. No more awkwardness about our 'first time'. We'll be together in every way. I think I just might ending up being one of the happiest people alive."

I simple grin at his words because this was all to much. Sure, we wouldn't be stopped if I was legal age and perfectly happy with Gerard. I could see it now, our first time being absolutely beautiful and magical. It wasn't even that he was the perfect guy because is there really such thing as perfect? He might be pretty damn close to it but that wasn't the point. The point is that he was willing to wait. He was oh so passionate about it and really wanted to make love, but he was waiting for me. It's a better than saying 'I love you' and it certainly meant much more.

Or maybe our first time wasn't perfect. There could be a few complications, a few accidental bumps here and there but it didn't matter. It would be just the 2 of us, Gerard and I. The world revolved around us for that time being and nobody could take that away from us.

Having so many emotions running through my body and mind, I reply to Gerard's waiting statement.

"Sounds like a plan." I comment with a small, innocent smirk. "Can't wait till then."