Frank's pov

*Two weeks later*

As I trudged downstairs to greet my overly energetic dog it dawned on me that it was indeed Saturday and I'd have to entertain myself for once, which essentially meant playing my guitar for eight hours straight.

As I started making myself some coffee in the machine I noticed a sticky note tacked on the black counter next to it, it was a note from my mother entailing how she'd "gone out with some friends" for the day and that there was food in the fridge. I translated this to "I'm off to get drunk, don't starve." Which was probably the most affection I'd receive from my mother ever again.

I slumped down at the kitchen table with my coffee steaming in front of me. I picked at the grain absentmindedly as it dawned on me I hadn't bothered to check the time when I'd oh so eagerly fallen out of bed this morning. I placed my still full mug on the side and trudged up the stairs to retrieve my phone.

I pulled it off charge and unlocked it to reveal two missed messages, both from Gerard. The first was sent at almost ten am exactly, a whole hour and a half earlier than I had woken up, wishing me an all too happy good morning, the other was sent an hour later than the other asking me how I was.

I blindly stumbled back downstairs whilst trying to text at the same time, I responded to both messages with a gloomy message depicting how my mother had yet again left me to get drunk.

Halfway through my cup of coffee my phone began to buzz violently on the table top where I'd left it, alerting me to an incoming phone call.

I picked it up without bothering to check who was phoning me, come on it's not like there's a varied amount of people who would willingly call me.

I pressed the phone to my ear and was greeted with a quiet "hi, Frankie"

"Hi Gee, what're you up to?" I said, becoming find of his self assigned nickname.

"Not much. I was wondering, since my brother Mikey was inviting his 'friend' Pete round later, if you wanted to go out or something. It's fine if you don't- fuck! Want to, I just don't really want to walk in on my brother sucking his best friend's dick." He asked shyly.

"Yeah sure, you can just come round mine if you want."

"Okay- I fucked the queen! I'll be round soon."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" I questioned, I knew he lived on the road directly opposite to mine but it was still a road and I knew he had a dodgy history with cars.

"No it's fine, Mikey can just walk me over or something." He respond, I heard a small squeak at the end, presumably a tic. I smiled slightly at the noise, that, despite being involuntary was still cute as fuck.

"Okay cool, see you soon."

"Bye."

I was filled with slight excitement at the prospect of spending the day with Gerard, who I definitely didn't have a crush on and who was just adorable as fuck.

It suddenly occured to me that I was currently wearing batman pyjama pants, was shirtless, and standing in the middle of my kitchen holding a half full mug if lukewarm coffee. Not my best look.

I hurriedly dumped the remainder of my coffee in the sink and rushed upstairs to have one of the quickest showers of my life.

After hopping out if my two minute shower and stumbling to my room I quickly shrugged on my black underwear, grey socks, an iron maiden shirt, and my skinniest black skinny jeans which had rips in both the thighs and the knees.

I quickly ran to the bathroom so I could quickly apply some eyeliner, I smudged it slightly and stood back to assess how much of a mess I looked.

Before I could decide if I my appearance was fit to meet Gerard the shrill doorbell alerted me of his presence at my door. Fully aware of how gay I looked I headed downstairs.

I pulled the door open to reveal a slightly disheveled looking Gerard, wearing a plain black wrinkled hoodie, scuffed jeans and black converse, his hair scruffy and slightly greasy, I thought he looked adorable nonetheless though. I looked past his shoulder slightly to see a very tall, lanky boy lurking just at the end of the street.

"Hi, Frankie." Gerard greeted as I ushered him in, he slipped his shoes off and tucked them neatly beside the door.

"Hi, Gee" I echoed as I heard the familiar clatter of Sweet Peas claws on the hardwood floor.

As if on cue my dog came galloping round the corner and rushed over to Gerard.

"Hello, you're adorable- you bitch." He said to Sweet Pea as he lifted her into his arms.

"What's her name?" He questioned as he softly scratched the top of her head.

"Sweet Pea." I responded.

"That's so adorable."

I lead Gerard, who was still holding Sweet Pea, into the kitchen.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I questioned

"Just coffee thanks."

I set about preparing both of us coffee and made idle conversation with Gerard.

I set a mug in front of Gerard, who had sat down at the kitchen table, still petting Sweet Pea. He set Sweet Pea down on the floor who promptly curled up underneath his chair.

"That dogs never gonna fucking leave you alone now." I chuckled.

"Fine by me- faggot. Sorry"

"You don't need to apologise." I said, taking a seat opposite Gerard.

"I feel like I do though. I don't want to just go around yelling slurs at people and having them think that I mean it." He confessed.

"Yeah but I know you don't mean it."

"I guess, some people have known I don't mean it and still given me shit for it though."

"That's because they're assholes." I said in all seriousness.

Gerard started giggling slightly which was one of the most adorable sounds I'd ever heard.

We sat and drank our coffee in a comfortable silence with Gerard only occasionally swearing or making a rude yet intelligent remark.

"Are you even allowed to have tattoos?" Gerard said, out of the blue.

"I don't think so. I was going to wait until I was eighteen but that's just so long away you know? So I found some people that would do it and just did it I guess."

"I like them, they're pretty."

Pretty was not a word I'd use to describe my tattoos but if Gerard found them pretty then pretty is what they were.

We soon got into a conversation about music, we both had very similar tastes in music aside from a few bands we mostly new about all the songs the other talked about.

"I've actually got a pretty rad vinyl collection if I do say so myself." I gloated.

"I bet you haven't got half as many as me."

"Bet"

I lead Gerard upstairs to my room where he stood for a good minute just gawking at the vast amount of vinyls I owned.

"Impressive." He said after a minutes silence.

"So is it as big as yours?"

"No. And nor is your vinyl collection."

Later that evening we both curled up on the couch under a large blanket, I didn't know wether to be disappointed that there was at least half a foot of space between us or relived that I wouldn't have to try and suppress the urge to hold his hand nearly as much.

Since I was a self proclaimed gentleman I'd let Gerard pick the movie we were to watch, Gerard being Gerard had picked Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Despite Gee actively enjoying horror films he certainly was a wimp when it came to watching them, I myself had little to no reaction at blood, gore, or jumpscares.

Half of the way through the movie the gap of six inches between us had slowly dwindled to one and I could practically gear Gerard's heart beating.

At one particularly prominent jumpscare Gerard made a startled squeak noise and clutched onto my arm. He nuzzled his face into my neck gently.

"You're warm." He said in a muffled voice.

I was indeed warm but because I was furiously blushing.

By the time the movie ended Gerard had all but crawled into my lap and didn't look very intent in moving. I don't think he was intending to stay this late in the first place but who was I to complain.

I switched the TV off and pulled the blanket up to me and Gee, effectively cocooning us. Gerard yawned into my shoulder slightly, making me realise just how tired I was.

I shifted onto my back slightly where I, involuntarily, fell asleep, Gerard's breath ghosting lightly over my neck, head resting lightly against my chest.

An: Hello again. Last chapter was a lil depressing so have this,to balance it out.

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