Everyone thinks Bob is adorable. Bob is no longer the only one in the group with blue eyes.
Gerard, Bob, Frank and Ray were sitting outside on the grass, soaking up the sun, and just relishing the brief break from class.
Gerard had filled his friends in on the whole dilemma with his parents already, but nobody felt like pressing the matter too much, which Gerard was extremely grateful for.
Bob was absentmindedly picking at the grass near him. His bright blue eyes looked very tired. Ray raised an eyebrow at him, taking a bite of his cheese sandwich. As if on queue, Bob released an immense yawn. Frankie grinned at him. "Did you go to bed late, or something?" Gerard asked, smiling brightly.
They all thought that Bob was adorable when he was sleepy. They thought he was adorable when he was a little grumpy or deprived of his precious rest. They though he was adorable when he was just a little bit pouty. They thought he was adorable when he was shy and blushed. They thought he was adorable. Period. Not that any of them would ever admit it, though.
Well . . . Not too often, anyway.
"Hmm," Bob grumbled. "Read my comic, and I just really wanted to finish it." Gerard beamed at him, because he really, really loved comic books. A lot. Frank shook his head, smiling. Ray just rolled his eyes, finishing his sandwich.
"Which one, though?" Gerard asked, taking a sip of Frank's apple juice. He handed the juice back to Frank, who decided that the best punishment for the robbery of juice was sitting on the robber in question's lap. Nobody even thought that it was too weird an act. Gerard just wrapped his arms around Frank, hugging him close, waiting for Bob's reply.
"Spiderman," Bob said, before yawning again. "Figures," Ray muttered under his breath. Gerard nodded in acknowledgment of Bob's answer, and Frank groaned. "Boooob!" he exclaimed. "What?" Bob asked, slightly confused. "Spiderman sucks, Bob," Frank, helpfully, pointed out, as if it were the most obvious fact under the sun. Bob just rolled his eyes, deciding to not even give his tiny friend the good grace of reaction.
Gerard considered for a while. He was rather indifferent about Spiderman. He was rather curious as to why Frank disliked the character, though. "You think so, Frankie? Why?" he asked. Frank sighed. "He's so whiny. I mean, he complains about having powers, like, all the time," he said, shifting a little in Gerard's lap to look at him. "Why wouldn't he want to be a superhero? WHY, I ask you? Why, Gee?" he exaggerated, causing them all to laugh a little.
Frank realized that he wasn't being taken seriously at all, and immediately grew annoyed. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at the ground in front of him. "Oh, Frankie, come on . . ." Gerard tried. Frank glared up at him and huffed again. Gerard couldn't help but giggle, and he gave Frank a quick peck on the cheek.
Frank tried really hard to stay mad, but couldn't help but feel just a little happy about the fact that it seemed his friends really did like him. A true blessing, because he liked them a lot, too, of course. Most of the time, he was even willing, and strong enough, to overlook the fact that they didn't understand his view on comic books.
Before anyone could say anything else, though, Mikey appeared. They were expecting him, of course. They were not, however, expecting someone else joining them too.
"Hey, guys! This is Bert. He's new," Mikey introduced his new friend. "Hi," Bert greeted everyone shyly. They all smiled at him.
Mikey then proceeded to introduce everyone. "This is Ray and his mighty 'fro," he said, causing everyone to giggle. Ray just rolled his eyes. "That cute, blonde one is Bob," he continued, then realized that he wasn't really supposed to say that. "I don't think you should call him cute too often, though. Just a thought." Bert nodded, smiling. There was just the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Good idea," Bob mumbled, rolling his eyes. "The little one who likes to sit and climb on people, for some reason, is Frankie," Mikey said, rolling his eyes. Frank beamed at Bert. "Don't worry too much, though. He mostly climbs and sits on Bob and Gee," Ray pointed out. "Oh, right. Gee would be my brother, Gerard. He is the one sitting under Frankie at the moment," Mikey finished his introduction.
"Why are you sitting on my brother, by the way?" he added with a raised eyebrow. "He stole a sip of my juice, and had to pay," Frank replied seriously. "Which reminds me, you want the last sip, Gee?" he asked, handing Gerard the last of the juice. "Thanks, Frankie," Gerard grinned, finishing the juice.
"So, what did we miss, guys?" Mikey asked. He decided on ignoring the weirdness of his brother and best friend. It was a wise choice, because one might end up just slightly mental of you actually really put enough effort into examining the behavior of any of them, really. This was, of course, a fact they had all long since made peace with.
"Frank was pouting about Spiderman," Ray replied boredly. "Yeah, because I was reading a Spiderman comic last night," Bob filled in, realizing Mikey and Bert looked totally lost. Well, maybe it would be totally understandable for Bert to be lost, but whatever. "Yeah, and that is why you look so tired. It's probably just boredom," Frank concluded colorfully.
"Do you like comics, Bert?" Gerard asked. Bert smiled. "Yeah, I do." Frank pointed his finger at Bert. "I knew I liked you," he stated, climbing off Gerard's lap, sitting down next to Bert. Gerard faked a broken heart. "Frankie, come on! I thought we had something special here," he pouted. Frank gave his hand a little squeeze. "Come on! Don't be so jealous. I have a whole lot of love to go around," he grinned. Then he realized something. Something he deemed absolutely very damn important. "Wait. Spiderman or Batman?" he asked Bert. "Neither, actually," he replied. Frank looked betrayed. "Explain yourself," he all but demanded, folding his arms expectantly.
Bert blinked. He was caught a little off guard, and had to think fast. "Well, normally I just don't discriminate . . . I'm gonna have to go with Spiderman this time, though. I mean . . ." he trailed off, glancing at Bob. He realized Bob looked pleased, and decided to be a little bold. ". . . I guess I'm gonna support Bob. Together, we might be able to stand up to you," he finished.
Everyone giggled. Frank looked outraged. "Oh this is so over!" he exclaimed, crawling back into Gerard's lap. Gerard rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Oh so now you're crawling back to me?" he joked. "Yes," Frank replied seriously, as Gerard draped his arms around Frank once again. "Okay. Why?" Gerard asked. Frank grinned at him, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear: "You like Batman too."
He didn't whisper quietly, though, so everyone heard. They all laughed and rolled their eyes in turn.
"Is that really the only reason you love me, Frankie?" Gerard mumbled into Frank's shoulder. Frank shook his head. "Nope," he smiled. "Oh? What else?" Gerard asked. Frank whispered, very quietly, this time, in Gerard's ear: "You kissed me." Gerard hugged him tighter, and they both smiled brightly. "True," Gerard replied. "I'm so glad you're my best friend, Gee," Frank said.
Before Gerard could reply, Bert chimed in: "Oh, no! See? There is no room for me in Frank's life. They even have secrets." He was smiling, though.
"It's okay, Bert. You don't need him," Bob comforted him. Bert looked at Bob, and was surprised when Bob pulled him forward to fall, slightly ungracefully, into the space next to Bob. "Oof!" Bert huffed out, blushing. He returned the smile Bob gave him, though, as Bob put his arm around his waist. "Us Spiderman-lovers shall stick together from now on," Bob told Frank seriously. "Right, Bert?" Bert nodded. "Mmhmm. Right," Bert replied.
"Grrrr," Frank growled. Everyone laughed. Ray rolled his eyes and Mikey covered his eyes, shaking his head.
Gerard gave a warm smile to the two new friends with blue eyes. It was very clear that Bob would no longer be the only one in the group with blue eyes. That, and it seemed that Bert would really fit right in. The fact that he also found Bob adorable just sealed the deal. Perhaps it was some kind of necessary requirement for being a part of their little group?