You're Weird, I Like You • Frerard ✓

LVII

A/N SECOND UPDATE TODAY AND ONE MORE CHAPTER AH.

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*GERARD'S P.O.V*

"Gerard, please stop moping." Mikey whines, sliding down the side of my bed to meet my gaze. I was furiously writing down lyrics.

"I'm not."

"Gerard, this is the third song you've written about him." Mikey points out, fingers grazing over the large ZERO PERCENT written at the top of the page. "Not including the six sappy, sad poems and half a million sketches."

I take a swig from my Tinker Bell mug, which was filled with vodka. I frown and the familiar ache in my chest came back full force. "I just miss him."

"Have you spoken to him?" Mikey asks, taking away the cup and downing the rest of it himself. He crinkles his nose and shakes his head, standing up.

"I tried." I answer, scribbling down some words. "I text him, I call him, I call his mom. He's completely M.I.A."

Mikey makes a noise and pulls out a plastic bag. "I see him at school, why don't you talk to him there?" He suggests, walking around Gerard's room, picking up half full pill bottles and empty packs of bogies.

Any thought of Frank brings me to tears. I blink back tears. "I'm too pussy. I can't. He would never talk to me. He hates me."

Mikey stops in his tracks, probably hearing the break in my voice. He puts the bag down with a sigh. The sixteen year old walks over to me, sits down and puts his arm around me. I wipe my tears before they hit my cheeks.

"I just love him so much." I whisper, giving up on holding back tears. "I need him."

"I'm sure he knows that." I shake my head violently. Mikey sighs again.

"Are you on anything?" Mikey asks calmly, rubbing my back. I shake my head again.

"Just a bit tipsy."

"No more pills, no more drugs, okay?" Mikey asks, and I nod. "Good, cos you were doing so much better with Frank and you better not fall out again." I nod.

"Promise me?" I nod again.

Mikey smiles a bit. "Okay. It'll work out with Frank."

"Promise me?" I croak, mimicking him. Mikey chuckles.

"I promise."

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*FRANK P.O.V*

~one week later

"Frank, please stop moping." Linda says over the low hum of the vacuum. My face was mushed in a pillow.

"Mmmhfff hmmmn." I replied muffled.

My mum turns off the vacuum and plants herself down on the bed. "English, please?"

I lift my head, hair covering my face. "I'm not."

Linda sighs, rubbing my back. "Honey, I think you're depressed."

I frown, blowing hair out of my face. "I'm not." I say again and throw myself down, this time face up.

"You've been in bed for a month, Frankie." Linda points out, chewing on the end of her French tip. "Have you considered you dad's offer?"

"Yeah," I sigh, clutching a free pillow to my chest. "I'm gonna say yes."

Linda's eyes widen. "Really?" She questions. "Are you sure?"

"Well, yeah." I shrug. "You got John and you guys are happy, and I needa knew start... So it seems like a good offer."

Meeting John was quite the experience. When my mum explained John the veterinarian, I never imagined John the veterinarian with cool tattoos, eyebrow piercing and a scruffy kinda-beard. He had small black spacers and he likes guitar and man, oh man he does some cool shit for a thirty-five year old. He told me a story how he went cliff diving in the Bahamas. I've never wanted my mum to screw someone and make babies so badly.

Linda nods, and then bites her lip. "What about Gerard?" I shrug.

"Can I give you some advice?" My mum asks and I shrug. Again. "Well, I think you should see him."

I roll over on my pillow to look at her dead on. "Mother, are you on cocaine?"

"No, no! Hear me out!" She raises her hands and I settle down on to my pillow. "Since you may say yes to you father, you're not going to have much time left. Same with Gerard, considering the fact that he's leaving for college. Frankie, New York is close but so fair away."

"Are you saying to forgive him after all the shit he's done?" I snap, maybe a bit too harshly.

"No! Well, talk to him." She says calmly. "All you do is mope around. This is the only way to get closure. He's tried to get closure, if that means getting back together or not, you should too. He doesn't deserve your presence but you deserve peace."

"You think?" I said, absolutely stuck on the fact that she's batshit crazy.

"I do," She smiles. "If you love him, go after him before he's gone. And before you're gone."

I consider the idea. I smile. "We'll see." Linda grins back.