You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

LVI

*FRANK'S P.O.V*

It's been three weeks since Gerard and I ended.

There's not much to say, lots of tears, snotty tissues and unanswered messages from Gerard. I read them sometimes, sometimes they were drunk, sometimes they were pure heartbreak. It just made me cry harder. I never answered.That's probably why he stopped trying.

I haven't seen Gerard in what feels like forever. He didn't try to confront me at school, probably the fact of pure embarrassment or shame. I appreciated that though, so I wasn't backed into a corner.

I spoke to Mikey a few times. Once being the angry phone call I received the night shit hit the fan. Mikey yelled and questioned what I did to his brother, steam probably coming out of his ears. I was honest with him, told him what went down. He seemed to cool off after that, wished me good luck with who ever the fuck else and asked if we could still be friends. I've come to love the Way family, he's not my friend. He's my brother.

Come to think of it, they were my family. Of course my mum and dad ARE my family, but I loved the Way's nonetheless.

That's why it's so fucking hard to deal with this.

I fucking love him. I fucking love him so fucking much. I hated him for a little while, but it was too difficult so I let that go. Now it's purely 'I'm not proud of him' and he fucked up. I couldn't stay in that relationship. He taught me I'm fucking better than that.

I'm laying on my bed, arms wrapped around my body, trying to protect myself from my reality. This is where I've stayed the past three weeks. I've stopped crying though, it just seems like there's no more tears to shed.

But I want to cry. There's an ache in my chest like I'm homesick. I miss him so goddamn much it kills me inside. I was always loyal to him, always good to him. Why did he do this to me?

I bite my lips and curl up into a ball when there's a knock at the door. I don't reply to it because it was probably my mum and we've still been rocky ever since the smokes/weed/panties thing. We've sorta ignored each other, maybe speaking one word at a time. I hated living this way but she was just as stubborn as I was.

The person who knocked opens the door anyways, peaking their head through the space made. It is my mum, and she has cupcakes in front of her, as if a peace offering.

"Hey Frank, can I come in?" She says, soft and well, motherly. As if she was concerned. I simply nod and sit up on my bed, making enough room for her to plop down next to me, which she does.

She places the cupcakes next to me and cups my cheek. Her eyes drill holes through mine, rubbing her thumb comfortingly over my cheek. "What wrong, sugar?"

I contemplate telling her but I pussy out. "Nothing really, just stressed out about exams next month."

She doesn't look moved by that answer, but she moves her hand rests it on her thigh. "Frankie... You've been up here for weeks. Where's Gerard?"

His name makes me flinch. His name, which once brought me so much happiness and love and joy now make me cringe. The words I was about to say brought tears to my eyes, I didn't want to say them. I didn't want them to be true.

"We broke up." Linda looks recoiled a bit, just from pure shock and surprise. But then she looks at me sadly, because she knew how much he meant to me.

I let a tear roll down my cheek and I go to talk to her again, but my lip won't stop quivering. So it takes a minute but I continue. "We broke up, because he cheated on me. And he caused us so much trouble. Well, I can't really blame it on him. It was mostly me. But I still love him." I finish off, more tears falling down my face. Linda looks a bit fazed that this was all coming out of my mouth but she silently beckoned me to continue without doing anything at all. I take a deep breath and do so.

"And I still love you too. I always will, you're my mom. And I'm sorry for everything I put you through, all the things I've said to you. I didn't mean any of them. I need you and I love you and I'm so sorry." I'm full on crying now, rapidly trying to wipe tears away. "I'm so fucking sorry." I whisper through sobs.

My mum doesn't say anything, she just reaches out and pulls me into an embrace. She shushes my sobs.

"It's okay, you're okay. I'm sorry too." She soothes a couple minutes after my sobs died down.

"But I'm not okay." I say a bit hoarse and then bury my face in her neck. She puts a hand on my head.

"It's okay not to be okay." She says, twirling a bit of my hair. "If you're not a-okay, then you're not a-okay! It'll be fine and get better." She laughs a bit sadly. I smile and pull away.

"Thank you." I wipe my wet cheeks with a small grin. She smiles back.

"Can I ask you a question? Complete honesty?" She asks a bit awkwardly. I nod. "Did you have lose your virginity to him?"

"Mummmmmmmmm!"

She puts her hands up with a chuckle. "I'm just asking, it's okay if you did, I sorta assumed you did. There's nothing I can do about it now."

I blush. "Yeah, I did."

She bites the inside of her cheek. "Do you regret it?"

"Not for one second." I say confidently, putting the box of cupcakes on my lap and opening the lid. I hear my mum breath out, as if relieved. I take out a vanilla cupcake and push the box aside.

"Well that's good... I should be probably be honest with you now." She sighs and I look up curiously. She looks like she's readying herself for what she's about to say.

"I've been seeing someone and it's pretty serious. I love him." Linda says in one breath, and then squishes her face up real tight, bracing herself for what the fuck ever I was gonna say or do.

But then she opens her eyes again, and sees me staring at her blankly. It's a couple seconds of awkward eye contact before I explode.

"Boo, you whore!" I howl, smashing my cupcakes into the side of cheek and mouth. The icing paints her face and the cupcake bottom falls into her lap. She recoils and stares at me flabbergasted. I break out into a huge grin. "This is so not fair, I tell you all about my love life and you don't tell me! Wow, okay I need details right now. What's his name, profession, shoe size?" I pester.

She states at me for a good few minutes before letting out a laugh and using her finger to wipe off the falling icing. She sucks it off her finger. She looks like a massive load has been lifted off her shoulders as she stares at her sixteen year old son who looks like he's ready for story time.

"His name is John, and he's a veterinarian." She says all dreamy and googly-eyed. "He loves animals and loves travelling and invited me on a trip to Hawaii with him to surf and oh, Frank. I love him. You must meet him."

I squeal a bit and my mom just shakes her head with a laugh. She ruffles up my hair a bit and gets up off my bed.

"You're too much, you know that?" She puts her hands on her hips, all serious. But with the icing dripping off her face makes me fall into hysterical giggles. She rolls her eyes with a chuckle and exits the room with one last holler. "Don't eat all the cupcakes, dinner is in an hour!"

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It's a day later when I get a phone call. I'm at a clothing store picking out a nice out fit for dinner tonight with my mum and John when my phone rings.

I squeak when heavy metal starts blaring from my phone and the prissy customers of the equally prissy store glare at me and condescend me with their eyes. I scramble from my phone and answer the call, red faced.

"Hello?" I ask, quickly exiting the store for no further embarrassment.

"Hey Frank! It's dad, and am I the best father or what?" I hear over the phone.

I giggle and cross the street, knowing there was another prissy, preppy clothing store over there. "What do you mean?"

"I have quite the proposition for you."

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