If It Means A Lot To You... (Frerard)

(7.) Wanna Hold Hands?

Frank's house was nice and decently sized. We knocked on the door and woman that appeared to be in her thirties answered us with a big smile. "Frankie, is this the Gerard that you-"

He cut her off with a cough and she closed her mouth. Did Frank talk about me a lot. Frank had left the beer outside, and as soon as his mom walked away, he pulled the case back out and ran up the stairs, with me close behind him.

His room was pretty large and had a bunch of posters and comics and hats thrown everywhere. "Dude, how many comics do you even have?" I poked through a few thrown about the floor. I noticed most of them were Star Wars, which he had a few posters of as well.

"A shitload," he laughed, pulling off his sweatshirt and throwing it on his bed. "I got movies and other shit if you want to watch something." I nodded eagerly and went over to the pile in the corner of his room.

"Do you ever even try to organize anything?" I wrinkled my nose at the pile. Some of the cases were even broken, as if he just carelessly threw them around whenever he was finished.

"Nah," he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. "I don't have time for that kind of stuff." Frank flopped down on the bed, crossing on leg over the other and waited for me to come to a decision.

I decided on Corpse Bride, because it was one of my favorite love stories. "Shit man, I haven't watched that one in years." He whistled when I pulled it out to show him.

"Really?" I put the movie into the player thing and turned on the T.V. "I watch it at least once a week."

"Meh, I prefer horror shit more than animations." He patted the space next to him on the bed and I jumped onto it next to him.

"Are you serious?" I looked at him in shock. "Have you even seen My Neighbor Totoro?" Frank shook his head and I put a hand on my chest and gasped. "Honey, you just have to!"

"You're so gay," Frank snorted at me, crossing his arms as the commercials played through. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, Like your so straight," He slapped my arm. "You flirt with, like, everybody. Even guys, just saying."

"I guess I am pretty gay," Frank sent me wink, which I blushed at. The movie started and I stared intently at the screen. When it showed Victoria's parents, I wrinkled my nose.

"They are so creepy!" I thought it was so weird how the lady was tall on one side of the two and on Victor's side, the man was the skinny one, not the women.

"Are you scared Geebear?" Frank giggled, poking me teasingly. "You wanna hold hands?" I blushed again and looked down at my chest. "I'll take that one as a yes." He smirked at me and placed his hand over mine, curling our fingers together.

Dammit. Frank Iero. You always are making me blush. I didn't say that out loud, of course. He doesn't need to know that I find him extremely attractive.

Frank's hand was warm on mine, and I felt comfortable as we watched the movie. We shared some of the skittles. He even occasionally fed me some, then poking my nose and calling me cute.

"Your mom said you talk about me," I mentioned casually. It was now Frank's turn to blush. "You know, I've barely talked to you before today, so how is that you were able to tell your mother so much about me?"

Frank slapped my arm "Shut up, I'm trying to watch the movie." The lights were still on and I could see how tomato his face was.

"Come on, Frankie," I whispered to him, rubbing his arm, slightly. He shivered and leaned over to me.

Frank placed a kiss on my cheek, sending shivers through my entire body. "Keep your eyes on the movie, sugar."

{Hi guess what?

My mom won't let me go on my computer for more than thirty minutes from after she gets home, so this was very rushed

sorry about that.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy, I love ya'll <3}

~Carry On~

Ari Thomas<3