Frerard - I Just Wanted You to Know - 4

"Wow. That was a dumb ending." Commented Gerard as I flicked the TV off. I nodded in agreement and stood up stretching. I looked over at the clock on the mantle piece.
"Wow. It's still only 4!" I said slightly dumbfounded. Maybe the porn bits just seemed to drag on forever. See, it was straight porn, and as much as I still like girls, they just don't interest me like that, well, mush anyway. I'm just not sick minded. Well, not that sick.
"Wow. Those porn bits just must've seemed long." said Gerard, repeating my thoughts.
"That's what I thought!" I replied.
"Frankie?" whined Gerard, in a fake 5-year-olds voice.
"What?" I responded in a similar whiney voice.
"Can I see your guitar? Pweeze!" he moaned.
"Why? I'm not that great." I said. I was actually quite good, or I'm told I am. I was just worried that he'd laugh at me or something.
"I'm sure you are. Why can't you show me?" he asked.
"Well, you might laugh...." I said shyly. He cocked his head to one side and stared at me.
"What makes you think that I'd laugh?" he asked, in a soft but stern voice.
"A lot of people do." I said, avoiding his eye contact. But I could still see his face freeze over.
"Well, I'm not a lot of people! Im not some homophobic twat you know that don't you?" he said.
"No, but..." he cut me off.
"No buts Frank! I'm really offended that you don't trust me." He said, looking away. Which really was shocking, coz as I said; he normally has a 'don't give a shit' attitude. It was kind of upsetting actually.
"I'm sorry Gerard. I just... I'm scared." I said.
"Of what?" he asked, still not looking at me.
"I always get teased. Gerard, fucking look at me! I'm short, not attractive in any way shape or form and I'm not exactly smart. People have loads of reasons to hate me." I told him, and he finally turned to look at me.
"I don't hate you." He said. I looked back into his eyes.
"I know you don't." There was a silence.
"You can see my guitar if you want." I sighed. He smiled.
"You don't have to show me." He said softly.
"Well, now I want to." I said smiling back. I took his hand to help him up, but for some reason, neither of us let go. I led him up to my bedroom, still holding his hand. I didn't mind, obviously, but it was a bit of a shock. I mean, we have been getting very close recently. Maybe he feels the same way. But that's just a dumb thought. He cant feel the same way. Its just not possible.
"Wow cool room." He said, breaking the contact with my hand to go and examine one of my records that Id put on the wall.
"You've been in here before." I reminded him.
"Yeah... well I didn't really take it in then. I was just here to pick up Mikey." He said. "And you didn't invite me in." He added, making me blush.
"I'm sorry; I didn't want to seem rude." I said slightly embarrassed.
"No! Its not a problem! God you're so freaking polite!" he said, laughing. I soon joined in his laughter and then I remembered why we were up here.
"Ah yes, Pansy." I said, going over to my guitar stand and picking her up. Pansy is my guitar by the way, which I've probably already mentioned, but I love her so damn much.
"Wow. Sweet guitar. Mine's a piece of metal with strings compared to that." He said. He looked at me expectantly.
"Play something then!" he said. I blushed at my stupidity and played Angelfuck by The Misfits. I finished and he clapped and smiled madly like a complete idiot. This made me feel kind of stupid, so I turned bright red.
"That was really good Frankie." He said genuinely, making me turn even more red than possible.
"Thanks. Ooh, whats this?" I said, grabbing something that had just fallen out of his pocket. It was folded piece of paper. He made a grab for it, but I jumped on my bed and unfolded it. It was a drawing. A drawing of him and some guy. Together. And that 'some guy' looked a lot like me.
Does he like me like that? Or is this some cruel joke? Maybe it is. Maybe he's been doing it for some sick prank that Ray told him to do or something. And Mikey! What if they were all in it? I turned to face him.
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