Frank's P.O.V
Okay so I probably stayed mad at Gerard for an hour, even though I still acted mad at school. After that my common sense had kicked in and I realized he had every right to be creeped out. Who really wanted to find out that the first person he had told he was gay was his own personal creeper? Probably not many people.
So after that I wasn't mad, I was still hurt, I mean at least I told him about it, but I knew I was in the wrong here.
And what did I decide to do after it had gotten dark that day after school? You guessed it; I went to Gerard's house to sit in his tree. Well I was going to anyway but as soon as I got up to the tree I saw a note hanging from a string that was tied to the tree branch I usually sat in.
When I grabbed it and it said my name in Gerard's handwriting, curiosity got the better of me and I did the natural thing; I read it.
Gerard's P.O.V
Ever since I had talked on the phone to Frank I had wanted to apologize. Even when I was glaring at him at school earlier I had wanted to apologize. I knew that Frank had felt guilty about it so I figured I should apologize for hanging up on him even if he had technically creeped on me. Sure I had been a little creeped out at first but I really liked Frank so I didn't feel too mad or creeped out.
Pacing around my room I started thinking of what I could do that would make Frank want to talk to me again. I figured I could write a note and have Mikey give it to him but I knew I wanted to apologize in person so in the note I couldn't apologize. And Mikey would probably look at what I had written so I would probably be better off if the note got to Frank in a different way.
Hm, I thought, Frank used to come to the tree before we knew each other so maybe he'll come back now that we aren't talking.
This thought made me realize that I had a perfect way of getting the note to Frank, provided that he went to the tree first, without using Mikey.
I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from my desk and flopped down on my bed.
With the end of the pen in between my teeth I contemplated what to write. What do you say when someone who had become your closest friend but used to sit outside your window wasn't talking to you?
I sighed and pressed my pen to the paper, the words I wanted to say somehow ended up getting written on the paper.
Frank,
I really want to talk to you. Tomorrow at school meet me at the bench around 7:20?
-Gee
After I finished writing it I folded it in half, wrote his name on one side of it, hole punched it, and put a piece of string through the hole, planning on tying the string to the branch that was closest to my window.
After stringing the note from the branch by opening my window, I sat back on my bed and waited. I hoped that Frank would knock on the window but got the feeling he probably wouldn't.