"Maybe if my heart stopped beating it won't hurt this much." -Paramore
Sorry this took so long eh .Gerard way has never been in love before, it was a sad truth for the twenty two year old, then again he also has never had sex so what did you honestly expect ? However he knows that this thing with Adam, whatever it may be, isn't love, him and Adam are not in love. Everytime he heard the bell of the little tattoo shops door he flinches, scared Adam would walk in, scared that Adams loveless lips would connect with his. Kat stared at her friend Gerard who was shaking on the small chair in the corner of the shop. She wasn't very good at comforting and she never claimed she was but she knew her best friend and she knew how to place a smile upon his lips.
"Gerard come on, let's get a coffee. "
She lead him into the back of the shop, him following her slowly shaking with every step he took, and boiled the kettle, placing the appropriate amount of coffee and sugar in his favourite black mug. She poured the water and passed the coffee to gerard.
" So why do you look like you've seen a ghost? " Gerards head went up as she spoke . He'd know Kat for quite some time now and she knew when he was upset , Gerard was very aware of this fact .
"How do you know if youre in love ?"Gerards eyes met Kat who looked at him with her brow low.
"Well it depends , loving someone is completely different to being in love with them. When you love someone your heart flutters at the utterns of their name , a blush rises to your cheeks when their eyes connect with yours and you hate to be apart from them . But love , well thats completly different. Love is so intense. Every time you see them smile you just wish you could wake up to that smile everysingle day . When they hold your hand sparks fly in the air like confetti at a wedding . And kissea while you're in love ? It feels like your lips were made just for eachother and that they should never touch anothers again. Love is difficult, intence and it hurts , Gerard it hurts. "
Gerard looked at his friend who had obviously been holding that in for quite some time . He placed his now empty coffee mug on the table and wrapped his arms around his stressed friend . Kats speech hadnt cleared any of thoughts from his kind but just knowing his friend was letting out her feelings was enough.Patrick stump was currently sat in Frankies Flower pot deep in thought. Meanwhile frank was sat with his head in his hands worrying. About what you may wonder. Well it seems that the citizens of Belleville, the town with the highest death rate in New Jersey, don't need flowers for funerals. Or weddings. Or just to decorate their small, grubby house so they can distract their guests from the layer of grim on all their possessions. Frank was in trouble. He barely had enough money to keep the shop, let alone eat. And the stress of his money worries were making his feelings for Gerard hurt even more.
" Frank stop mopping about cause Gerards dating a dick."
"But... He deserves the world, stars, everything but instead he's stuck with that guy. God there's something about him that I really really don't like! A bad vibe."
"Frank ruining their relationship will not help you at all. "
And frank was fully prepared to argue his point however just as the little bell above the door rang and Gerard walked in, Frank stomach growled.
" Someone hungry ? " Gerard winked, causing Frank to blush, "luckily I cane here to take you for lunch. "
" Well guys I'll leave you to it." and with that Patrick left leaving the two stood opposite eachother, desire in their eyes.
" So...let's go?" Frank suggested, Gerard giggled and nodded, Walking over to the door and holding it open for frank who proceeded to lock it.
The walk towards their usual diner was uneventful. They made casual small talk and whenever one of them caught the other staring they blushed and looked away. They arrived at the restaurant and sat in their usual booth and ordered their usual meal from their usual waiter.
" So gerard... Adam seems nice. "
Gerard bit his lip and looked down.
"yeah.. "
" You could do better.. "
Gerards head shot up and he smiled sadly.
" I know he may seem like a dick but he is so romantic. You heard him yesterday talking about the flowers he sends, he must get them from you! Look at the one he gave me today."
Gerard passed frank a tag be was keeping in his pocket.Delonix Regia, the flowers of realisation. It's so strange when you Realise you're in love with someone. It hurts but you never want it to end. But my love, I believe I love you, perhaps I'm not in love with you yet but soon my love soon.
Until the next time we meet. "
Frank sighed, remembering when he wrote that before his shift started. He bit his lip until the taste of iron hit his tongue.
" that's cute." Frank smiled, it wasn't a true smile full of happiness oh no it was one of pure sadness, he felt like Adam was stealing his identity. Frank spent so much time writing those notes to perfection and picking the flowers he knew would be perfect and Adam does nothing but gets the recognition ? Not fair . If frank wasn't so scared of rejection he would scream to Gerard how he doesn't need Adam, that he was his soulmate but no.He couldnt.
The rest of the dinner went by without a hitch. They would talk, blush, eat, blush, joke, blush, breathe, blush. I suppose some would say it was lame but when You have so much chemistry like the couple it's the best thing.
They walked back to their stores together listening to the trees sway almost silently in the breeze.
"thanks for lunch Gerard you really dont need to do this. "
"Frank honestly I don't mind I'd prefer to buy you it. At least then I know you're healthy and eating properly. " Frank smiled as they approached his store door.
"So.. Ill see you tomorrow. "
" I don't work Sundays. " Frank frowned,
" where do you live ? Wait let me get your number, text me your details."
"why?"
" just do it. " Gerard responded, passing frank his phone praying he knew his mobile number from heart which luckily frank did.
"Bye."
"Bye."
And just like that they parted ways, Frank heart fluttering.
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