Be My Romeo

19. Making It Official

Frank's POV

I got undressed quickly, possibly the quickest ever in my life, getting dressed in one go and running to find Gerard. I tried to run into the bathroom, running into this frail young man and apparently startling him. "Hey! You! Have you seen a dude with white hair, kinda tall, has a slight anger issue at the moment," I rambled, looking around to see if he was in the halls. "N-no, but I saw that kind of person about a few minutes ago. I don't think- from how it looked and the dress- I don't think whoever it was, was supposed to be in the men's," He explained timidly, looking around with me. I sighed very obviously, sticking up the middle finger.

"Up yours, buddy, and take your homophobia with ya. Now, take care of yourself, dude, you're trembling," I barked, running down the hall. What a pathetic boy, can't even stand his ground. I shouldn't even let him insult Gerard like that, but this was possibly the last chance I had to catch him before it was too late.

I ran outside, looking around and groaning as I ran a little way, seeing Gerard smoking a cigarette. I ran up to him, almost tripping and catching myself by the wall, though I kind of accidentally grabbed his arm. I got pinned against the wall, of course, groaning as I got comfortable. "Funny how the tables have turned," I mumbled, wiggling a little and seeing he had me pinned really well, all things considered; the cigarette. "We don't have to see each other, the play is over, stay away from me," Gerard snapped angrily.

I frowned, wiggling again and giving up, sighing. "Could you let me go? So I can explain?" I asked, feeling his grip loosen and finally shaking them free. I turned around, seeing him taking a drag, blowing it towards my face. "Hehe, that's hot," I absentmindedly said, realizing and mentally slapping my face as Gerard rolled his eyes. "You know what? I don't have time for your fuckboy remarks, I gotta drive my brother and his friend home," He mumbled, walking away and heading to wherever his brother was, though I grabbed his wrist.

"Gee, I'm... I'm not a fuckboy. I don't want to be! I haven't- I hate that everyone thinks I fuck people for fun," I sternly said, sighing and looking at the people around us that had either started watching us or ignored us and just wanted to go home. "I gave one person an, unsuccessful mind you, blowjob as a dare, and now I'm labeled as a fuckboy slutting it up constantly. Several people have claimed to have slept with me, Gerard," I mumbled ashamedly.

"Frank, I'm sorry, but that's what it sounded like that's all you cared about and I didn't... Wasn't ready for that kind of heartbreak," Gerard whispered, giving me a small smile and taking a step towards me. "I knew from the first day we partnered up that you played a constant act," He explained, shaking his head as he chuckled. His little smile was adorable. "Hehe, yeah... I'm just, actually- I'm not out to my mom yet, but I was meaning to tell her when she got back, and now I have a whole week to tell her," I confessed to him, seeing his proud smile now.

"You were afraid it would all become too real for you if you kissed me," Gerard explained, in the most simple but relatable sentence. I nodded slowly, letting out a breath, and let go of his wrist that I had been holding onto for what could have been a few minutes. "And if she- my mom, saw me, I didn't want my coming out to be making out with a boy," I whispered, awkwardly chuckling at the thought of the outcome of my coming out story to be kissing Gerard.

"Well, thank you for explaining, it makes these last couple of months a little bit easier," Gerard piped, tilting his head a little and crossing one of his legs over the other. "Would you like to try again then?" I asked quietly, looking at him with hopeful eyes. He looked around, seeing people were staring at us. "But there are people, are you sure?" He asked though I understood where his concern was coming from. I chuckled and walked up to him, nodding a little.

"You know what they say; fuck it," I whispered, pulling him down by his collar and looking at his eyes, he nodded slightly, his hand coming up to my face and cradling it gently before leaning in slowly. I closed my eyes, smiling once I finally got to kiss him. He was slow, gentle, and I felt those sparks that made me swoon. My arms came around his waist, hugging him close as he moved a little into the kiss. It made my heart pound in my chest, smiling like an idiot as Gerard pulled away.