An: imma be putting Gerard's tics in italics from now on to make it clearer. I'll go back and change the other chapters when I'm not tryna gouge my eyes out.

Frank's pov

My frozen hands knocked fervently on Gerard's front door, the wood cold and hard under my knuckles.

The small impish boy appeared a few moments later, a scarf haphazardly wrapped around his neck and one converse hanging off his foot slightly, hair ruffled and a slight amount of eyeliner smudged along the waterline if his eyes. "I'm part of the itty bitty tittie committee, fight me!" He ticced and we both laughed slightly at the pure strangeness of the phrase.

"Hi, Gee." I greeted, still chucking slightly.

"Hi, fuck my wife. Don't do that."

After Gerard had made the sensible decision to actually sit down and continue putting his shoes on we headed out towards the town.

We made small talk as we walked, occasionally getting weird looks for the strange phrases Gerard yelled, it rude gestures he unintentionally pulled. I pulled my skeleton gloves that I had been tucked into my pocket, thankful that I had remembered to grab them after delivering a glass of water and Advil to my sleeping, albeit drunk mother.

The lights of the town grew closer as we trudged slowly towards the center of town. The council had strung up some Christmas lights for the holidays in an attempt to at least seem like we had some Christmas cheer about us.

The lights officially turned on yesterday evening but we chose to avoid the crowds and come see them a day later instead.

"Fuck my ass, father. You know they're actually surprisingly pretty." Gerard mumbled slightly, lost in a slight trance. The warm glow of the fluorescent lights beamed softly down in his features, the soft light highlighting his cheekbones and bouncing off the tip of his pointed noise.

We wandered into one of the local coffee shops
A family owned business run mainly by a large Italian man with a squint and a warm smile. His name was Giovanni and I knew him fairly well as a result of my recent visits, often in need of late night or early morning boosts of caffeine.

A small bell above the dark green door sounded as I eyed the small amount of customers present in the shop. Though the number of people was small I was still unsure how comfortable Gerard would be.

I glanced behind me to try and gauge my friends mood, his near constant neck tic had become slightly more forceful but he flashed me a small smiled nonetheless.

Gerard apparently knew the overly eccentric Italian well because as we approached the counter to order our well needed caffeine the man burst into conversation.

"Ah Gerard, hello, hello. Long time my friend." Giovanni greeted merrily, his strong Italian accent complimenting his way of speaking.

"What can I get you boys today huh? Maybe a nice candle for the table eh, a little romance maybe." My face blushed a deep red (not orange you fuckers) as words I was trying to say fumbled around in my head.

"We're fine thanks, Giovanni. I will have a caramel macchiato though. It tastes like shit. Sorry, it doesn't." Gerard piped in.

"No need to apologise my dear friend, what will your pretty date be having?"

"Uhm I'll just have a black coffee please." I mumbled, face flaming hot as Giovanni turned to prepare our drinks.

I pulled off my gloves and went to get out my wallet to pay for out beverages when I felt a poke on my nose followed by a "boop" I looked up to see my lopsided vampire twitching vigorously.

"I'm paying." Gerard said adamantly as he stood holding his wallet.

"I was going to."

"Well now you're not." Said the impish boy.

"I invited you out therefore I'm paying."

"Well now that's why I should pay." He countered

"This is my one and only chance at being polite and gentlemanly, don't ruin this for me." I pleaded.

"Let your pretty date pay." Giovanni called back to Gerard from where he stood with a bag of beans.

Hd huffed indignantly "fine but I'm paying next time. There won't be a next time where you're going."

I laughed at that before paying for our drinks and finding us a seat towards the back of the shop.

We sat in comfortable silence as we steadily drank our respective drinks, hands still frozen and lips still numb from the early December frost.

"You know I nearly killed my dog this morning." I commented as we neared the end of our drinks.

"Little shit deserved it. Why was that?"

"Aight I was reorganizing my vinyl collection 'cause it gets a little messed up sometimes, well they were on my bed as I sorted them and that little fucker decides now's a great moment to hop on this dudes bed and snap his fucking Number Of The Beast Album." I exclaimed angrily.

"She's gonna be hanged. Oh my god, that's actually sacrilegious."

"I know right, I'm so pissed."

Once we left the coffee shop we decided to go towards the park and play a fun game of 'don't get stabbed by the drug dealers and perverts' it's a fun game.

We sat on the swings idly floating back and forth, beat up sneakers dragging along the ground softly.

"How the fuck does the universe just like go on infinitely?" Gerard randomly questioned.

"Well idk it just doesn't stop I guess."

"Oh fuck my dick. Well duh but like look upwards yeah." I obliged "you're literally looking at forever."

I stared towards the inky mass of nothing, pass the inevitable aliens and planets and cosmic dust of the universe, I guess I was looking at forever.

I threw my eyes towards Gerard and noticed the twitch in his neck had diminished slightly. We connected eyes for a moment and I stared into the hazel pools of colour, like nebulas bursting across an open landscape. It felt like looking at forever, I decided I liked forever.

An: idk how Italian people act really or the mannerisms they tend to have, so don't yell at me im tired. I am half Italian so that something but of my relatives who are Italian are dead and the only person I know somewhat well who is Italian is my dad's coworker and I'm pretty sure he said something about his family having Mafia ties. Idk man but I wouldn't be surprised. He'd probably cry if he read how I represented Italians in this, idc tho he can go and cry into his horse-head pillow or something. Idk now I'm rambling and I am struggling to type so ehhhhhh. I said Italians too much

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