School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Eleven - Frank's New Job Unfortunately Isn't Being A Stripper

Frank's POV

"A boy?" My mom repeats, her eyes comically wide in surprise as she stares at me, an unreadable expression settled on her face.

I nod and rub my hands together. "Yeah, Mom, a boy... I'm 'dating' a guy... Not really dating, but we have a thing..." I scratch the back of my neck, looking to the floor and refusing to look at her. "And I like him a lot, just the way he likes me... Mom, please say something," I say after a moment of silence, and look up to look at her.

"You're gay, Frankie?" My mom asks, and I slightly flinch in the way she emphasizes the word, shamefully nodding. After another moment of silence, she speaks again. "Well, it's not the way we're taught to be, Frankie. We were made to be with someone of the opposite sex, that way we can procreate, and it's all written in the Bible."

I sigh and suppress the tears that threaten to fill my eyes. "I know, Mom, I know... But I didn't choose to be this way, it just... Happened. I started looking at boys a different way, Ma, and I can't change that. And if you can't accept that then fine, if you want to kick me out, then fine, but this is who I am, and you shouldn't care who I like."

She sighs. "I don't like it, I really don't, but you're right." I raise my head to look at her. "I love you, Frankie, and you can like whoever you want, even though that's not how God created us. I know it's not a choice, and I know you can't change. I'm not kicking you out, I'm just happy that I am back and in your life, Frankie." She nods, and I wrap my arms around her in yet another bone-crushing hug.

"That's good enough for me, Ma. I love you, and thanks for understanding," I murmur in the hug, tightening my arms around her, glad she hadn't kicked me out or disowned me, because now that I had gotten my mom back, I did not want to lose her due to my sexuality.

"I want to meet this boy when it's official, baby," My Mom says when we pull back from the embrace. I nod and smile, thinking about if Gerard and I would even get to being official. I decided it was enough with me telling her about me being gay, and I would leave details such as Gerard's age or his profession out of the way for now.

After my emotional moment with my mom, I decided I needed to get a job if I wanted to help out, after all, my mom was trying to be a real parent, and she had accepted my sexuality, which lifted a huge weight form my shoulders. So it was that Saturday as soon as I woke up that I decided to go job-hunting, and after a quick shower I called Pete, arranging to meet up at the Starbucks were his boyfriend worked at.

I arrived at the coffee store a few minutes later, telling my mom where I was going and smiling when I saw her cooking what looked to be lasagna. I smiled and pecked her cheek, informing her of where I would be and to call if she needed anything.

"So if you fill in this form and this other form, I'll talk to my boss and try to get you in. Sounds good?" Mikey says as he places two stacks of paper in front of me. I nod and take the pen he offers me before he sits in front of me, next to Pete.

"Thank you so much, Mikey," I thank him without looking up from the forms I was filling. I scribble my name, birthday and personal stuff down where it indicates.

"I can't believe what happened still, with your mom, I mean," Pete says as he wraps an arm around Mikey's shoulder, and the latter leans against him. They had gone official a few days ago, Pete shoving the fact in my face and chanting a song that went 'I get more ass than you' every five seconds, which ended up in me punching his arm in a non-playful way, but he just laughed it off.

I shake my head with a grin. "Yeah, me either. Life seems just about perfect now, huh? But fuck me, I just have this gut feeling that something's gonna go down," I grimace, setting one pile of papers off to the side since I had completed every blank space.