I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Dammit, Frank!

{Frank's POV}

There was something about Gerard.

Something.

I'm not sure what, but there was something.

Even though I didn't really get to talk to him during lunch, we had an actual conversation in music.

It started off as me just complimenting his drawing.

I mean, God, it was good!

He obviously didn't believe me though.

Why didn't he believe me?

It really was fucking good and you had to be an idiot not to see that.

I'm not calling Gerard an idiot by the way, I'm just saying that... It really was a fucking good drawing.

I guess all artists are critical about their work.

I mean, Gerard complimented me on my playing and I didn't believe him.

I was a bit surprised to hear him say it though.

He had been quiet all lesson and was avoiding conversation when possible.

He obviously didn't want to talk and I understood that.

So I just left him to his drawing and started playing a random song, not noticing which one.

I kind of hoped that he was like this with everyone.

But what if he wasn't?

What if it was just me?

Did he not like me?

He hadn't known me long enough to not like me.

But maybe he didn't.

That's what basically was running through my head when I heard Gerard compliment me.

"You're.... You're a really good musician," He mumbled.

I stopped playing and looked up.

He had stopped sketching and was looking at me.

Actually looking at me, for longer than five seconds too.

"Uh... Cheers, I guess," I smiled.

Okay, so he didn't not like me.

At least, that was the vibe I was picking up.

He was still looking at me.

It looked like he was waiting for me to continue the conversation.

Wait a second, did he actually want to talk to me?

"Do you play anything?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I can kind of play the acoustic but I'm pretty crap."

He smiled at himself.

"I'm sure that's not true."

He just shrugged and relaxed in his seat.

I noticed then that before I had said that he had more or less been on edge; sitting bolt upright. As if he was a deer in headlights.

I wasn't sure why he had been acting like that or why he had only just relaxed or what caused him to relax.

I wanted to know of course but I wasn't sure how to bring it up.

I decided to let it go and carried on with the conversation we seemed to be having.

"So, Gerard, what's it like having your little brother in your classes?"

He lightly smiled, "It's okay. Sure, he can be fucking annoying sometimes but he's my brother. I'm glad we're in the same grade."