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

(8.) Are You Flirting With Me?

I spent the rest of the day and night at Frank's. We even ate dinner with his mom. She cooked us pizza, Frank ate most of the entire pizza.

His mom stayed quiet most of the time, just watching me and Frank giggle at each other, playfully insulting the other. I had even slapped a pizza slice onto Frank's face. To get me back, he poured pepper down my shirt.

The middle aged lady watched us quietly, laughing as we flirted and laughed. She probably didn't want to bother us with another comment on how Frank talked about me a lot.

I still couldn't believe Frank had mentioned me to his mother. I mean, I'm Gerard, I'm not all that great. I'm chubby and gross. Why the fuck was he flirting with me?

We helped clean the dishes, flicking water at each other. I had accidentally let myself say, "Stop it Frank! You're getting me wet!"

Only after I said it did I realize. Frank burst out laughing and leaned close to my ear. "Do I make you wet, baby?"

I then slapped his shoulder and shoved his face into the sink. I mimicked him and said, "Am I getting you wet, Frankie dear?"

He sent me a glare and laughed, continuing to do the dishes.

We went back upstairs and just talked. Talked about random things that we felt the other had to know about ourselves.

Frank had eventually linked his hand in mine once more, and I reddened and I knew that my feelings were being made blatantly obvious by my flushed cheeks. Yet he chose not to make any remarks on the matter.

I later fell asleep in his arms, his warm body against mine with his arms around my waist. Something I never thought I'd ever do in my whole life.

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I woke up to Frank straddling my waist. I let out a high pitched squeak and he giggled at me. "Morning, sugar." He murmured and placed a kiss on my forehead.

I shivered at the touch of his lips on my pale skin. "Have you been flirting with me?" I blurted out. I couldn't hold in the question much longer.

Frank laughed a little and bit his lip. "Yeah," he murmured and leaned his face over mine. "I can't help myself, you're so beautiful."

I blushed and looked down at my chest. "I'm not that great," I scoffed at him, avoiding his eyes. "I'm not really worth flirting."

"Shut up your amazing." His voice was barely a whisper. Frank's face was leaning dangerously close to mine. My breathing became shallow.

"But-" He cut me off.

"Shh," Frank lips met mine, kissing me gently. I was shocked. The hottest guy I'd ever seen was kissing me. I was just an ugly, gay, potato. Eventually, I gave in and moved my lips across his, my hands reaching up to wrap around his neck. I could feel his breathing on my upper lip, and shivered.

He pulled off gently, running a finger down my jaw. "That wasn't your first kiss, was it?" It really wasn't. I'd made out with a shit ton of drunk guys at parties, Trenton being my first.

I shook my head and he cracked a smile. "Well that was mine," Frank leaned his head down close to mine again. "It was amazing."

This time I reached my hands out to his face and pulled him back down on my face. Our kisses were still gentle. I didn't want things to get too out of hand with his mother downstairs.

"We have to get to school, you know," Frank pointed out once we'd pulled away again.

Shit. We were going to be late.

{YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE KISSY

wtf

i loved writing this.

I was going to save kissy time for later, but I though whatever, fuck it. So here you go bbys

;3}

~Carry On~

Ari Thomas<3