That Kid - Frerard 7

Closet:

Gerard: age 18
Frank: age 15
Mikey: age 16


For an entire year Frank and Gerard only spoke to each other when completely necessary, which wasn't much.

Frank had tried to talk to Gerard in a whole week after the incident, but he was always ignored, and now it worked both ways around.

But now, about a year later Frank stood outside Gerard's bedroom. Gerard was moving out of the house today, he had gotten his own little, but comfy apartment. All of his stuff was out of the room, expect his bed, because Frank was getting his room so there was no need to move it, because Gerard had gotten himself another one for the new place.

But that wasn't why Frank was standing outside the door, listening to ruffled through the door. He didn't exactly need to get into his new room RIGHT NOW. No, he needed to tell Gerard something that he didn't dare tell anyone else, something he had known for about four months now.
His palms were sweaty when he knocked nervously on the door.

"Come in." Gerard's voice called. Frank slowly opened the door and looked at Gerard who was sitting on his bed with a little stack of old pictures in his hands. When Frank didn't say anything Gerard looked up and frowned when he saw who it was.

"Uhm, hey." Frank said awkwardly and waved dumb. Gerard just glared at him before returning to the pictures.

The only sound for a couple of minutes was Gerard shifting through the pictures. Frank just stood awkwardly in the door. 'Just get it over with!' he screamed in his head, but the devil by his side made him turn around to walk out. He heard Gerard  sigh behind. He stopped and curled his fists tight together before spinning around on his heels.

"Gerard, I really fucking need to talk to you." He said fast making Gerard furrow his eyebrows and look up. "Excuse me?"

Frank sighed, "I know it sounds weird, but.. Uhm, it's just that… You know what, let's just forget it." Frank said and turned around again.

"Wait, what? Frank!" Gerard called and Frank stopped in his tracks. "What is it?" Gerard's voice cooed curiously from behind.

Frank sucked in a deep breath and started talking without turning around, "I need to get something of my chest, I need some advice, but you're the only one who I feel like I can go to." Frank's voice was nervous and when Gerard didn't answer he sighed again and stood a step out the door.

"Fuck it, you got my attention." Gerard grunted making Frank smile slightly, but he made sure to drop it before turning around.

"Can I sit?" he asked gesturing towards the bed that Gerard sat in. Gerard nodded and Frank slowly walked over and sat next to him. For a few moments Gerard was just staring at Frank that looked down at his feet.

"So?" Gerard said a bit annoyed over how slow this was going. Frank fiddled nervously with his fingers and sucked in a deep breath.

"It's just because.. uhm… I think that, erm, I might.. be.. y'know.. uhm.." Frank rambled slowly. Gerard raised an eyebrow, "What? You might be what?"

Frank closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and look Gerard straight on the eyes.
"Gay."

Gerard dropped his jaw, "What?!" he spat. Frank looked back down at his feet and shrugged, "I don't know… I'm not sure.." he muttered.

"Oh wow.. uhm.." Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his forehead. "Gay, you say?"Frank nodded. "Wow, I didn't see that one coming… So, uhm.. you're not sure yet, right?" he nodded again. "Well, when you get off do you think of guys or girls?" Gerard asked awkwardly.

"Sometimes girls, sometimes guys. " Frank said honestly. Gerard grinned slightly, "Well, then you're probably bi, Frankie."

Frank did see that one coming though, so that wasn't the reason he raised an eyebrow. "Frankie?" he asked confused over the nickname. Gerard blushed and looked down, "Yearh," Frank smiled slightly.
"I don't hope it's a problem?" Gerard muttered, and Frank crunched his nose up. That boy was too cocky for his own good sometimes.

"No, not all." Frank said through slightly gritting teeth. The boys were quiet for a moment, Frank then started to stand up, but Gerard stopped him. "Advice, you said?"

Frank dropped back down and nodded, "Yearh, I  need to know how to get out."

Gerard's face turned slightly angry, "You're fucking kidding me, right?!" he spat. Frank stared confused at him but then mentally face-palmed when he realized that Gerard was still in the closet. He couldn't just expect Gerard to know how to get out to other just because he was gay, especially when he hadn't even done it himself.

"Oh, god, I totally forgot. I'm sorry." Frank said with a little gasp. Gerard just frowned and nodded, "It's fine." He muttered before standing up and walk out of the room.

A few weeks later Frank, Mikey and their married parents visited Gerard for dinner. He smiled widely when he opened the door and saw his family stand there. As much as he hated to admit it, he actually really like Frank senior and kinda saw him like his uncle, other than his uncles doesn't kiss his mother. He dealed with Frankie, and could manage to say his family where he was counted in too. But he didn't need to know that.

After the dinner and the couple and young teens were on their way home, Frank realized that he had forgotten his cellphone. Donna offered to drive back to Gerard, but Frank just thanked no and said he would just walk back to him himself, so they dropped him off.

When he reached the building someone was on their way out so he just slipped in instead of ringing on Gerard's bell from down there. He walked up the stairs and sighed when he reached Gerard's door. He knocked gently on the door. No response. He knocked again, harder his time. Still no response. Harder. Nothing.

"Gerard?" he called through the door and knocked again, but there still was no answer. He sighed and was about to go when he remembered that Gerard had told them that he hid an extra key in the plant next to the door. Pretty fucking stupid if you asked Frank, but hey, he could really use it now.

He reached down and searched for the key, causing dirt to hit his fingers. He stuck out his tongue in concentration. "Aha!" he said when he found it. He slowly locked the door and called out gently when he closed the door behind, "Gerard?"

When there was no response he shrugged and walked in to find his cellphone. After a while he still couldn't find it and he only place he hadn't looked was Gerard' bedroom. He knew it wouldn't be there, but he still walked in because he seriously just couldn't find the damn thing.

He looked around a little and right before he was about to walk out the heard a small ruffle sound coming from the closet in Gerard's bedroom. Frank froze and stared scared at the door.

After a new minutes he decided to check it out. He slowly opened the door and gasped slightly when he saw the light streaming in, hit a tired looking Gerard. He sat at the bottom of the closet, in his pajamas, his knees against his chest. He didn't even look up when the door opened, he just stared out at nothing.

"What are you doing in here?" Frank asked softly and worried. It looked like Gerard had been crying.

"Trying to get the courage to get out of the closet." He muttered emotionless at first, but then his voice cracked at the end. Frank sighed as a tear rolled down Gerard's face.

Without thinking Frank stepped into the closet and sat next to Gerard, wrapping his arms around him. Gerard sighed and rested back against Frank's body.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be just fine." Frank muttered into Gerard's hair as he nuzzled into his chest.
"Yearh, I know."