Frank was kind of pissed.Because at any result, Gerard lied to him at some point down the road. Which he knew he shouldn't really be mad at; people can have things to themself, but it still sucked a little.
The handle turned and Frank turned around to face Gerard in the doorway.
"Sorry," Gerard said. "I tried not to be too long, just my friend tried to, you know." He ran a finger down each wrist. "He just wanted to see me, I guess," he said, taking off his jacket and putting it in the closet (Frank would have just thrown his own on the floor, had it been his own house).
"Oh," Frank said. "Who's the friend?"
"Um," Gerard said, rubbing his hand over the back of his head. "He's, um, his name is Bert." he shifted his feet awkwardly.
"He's my ex."
Frank's jaw dropped. "He-"
Frank felt a whole sudden new rush of feelings.
He thought he was Gerard's first- whatever this was- and now he felt like he had a whole new level to catch up to.
How many things had he done that Bert had done better? What did he even look like? Compared to Frank?
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Gerard sighed, sitting on his bed. "I just... didn't think it was a very good conversation. Things didn't work out with me and him, obviously, and it's not really the most fun to talk about. Also, I thought he was out of my life for good. I saw him at the grocery store the other day and left, like, as fast as possible."
"Not the grocery store by my house?"
Gerard sniffed awkwardly. "That's the one."
Frank sat down next to Gerard. "Well, shit," he said.
"What?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know. Now I feel like everything I do is gonna be inferior. Like, you're the first person I've ever kissed, and you've done, like, it a million times before. I don't know. I just feel... weird, now."
"You don't have to feel weird, dummy. I'm not with Bert anymore, I'm with you."
He leaned over and softly kissed Frank.
"Oh, are we together?" Frank asked, smiling against Gerard's mouth. He didn't answer but instead wrapped his arms around Frank as they fell down sideways, their lips together as they hit the soft gray comforter.

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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE