Intruder Alert (A frerard fic)

Chapter 16

Franks POV:

I walked into the record shop, 5 minutes early, being met by someone who looked oddly familiar.  "Oh shiiit. You're that Frank." "I'm sorry do I know you?" I questioned confused as to where we had met. "Oh yeah, sorry I'm William... Beckett, we met very briefly a few weeks ago. I was with Pete, and Patrick, and Gabe, and uh... He who shall not be named." He said.

Oh shit- this was Pete's friend, with Bob. "Oh yeah, sorry I was a bit distracted that day, it's nice to meet you officially though. I didn't know you worked here." I added trying to hide the fact that I was hurt by the mention of that day.

"Actually Gabe own's the place. I'm assistant manager, he should be here sometime while you're here maybe. I'll be the one interviewing you!" He said excitedly. Thank god, know I'm not so nervous, hopefully Pete would put in a good word for me. 

"Pete talk's about you a lot. He says you're his best friend, and he says you would be a great hire." William said as we walked into the back office. Welp looks like Pete's already talked me up a bit.

"Okay." William said as he sat down behind a desk and gestured for me to sit in the chair on the opposite side. "Okay, I'm probably gonna hire you because you're cool but I still technically have to properly interview you. So, why do you think you would be a good applicant for this job." William said propping his head against his hand, looking bored. Sick, I thought to myself.

"Well, I've been around music, pretty much since I was born. My grandpa used to play in a jazz band when I was little, and when my dad was supposed to be watching me while my mom worked he would just drop me off with my grandpa and he would take me to his gig's with him. I have always wanted to work in music. I play guitar, it's more of a hobby than anything but maybe working here could give me some good band ideas."

"Well, that's a wicked cool fuckin childhood." "Yeah." It wasn't, I thought awkwardly chuckling. "How 'bout you give me your 5 favorite band's?" "Ooh thats kinda tough,  I like a lot of bands. Probably, Misfits, Iron Maiden, Leather mouth, Metallica, and uhm maybe... oh Black Flag." "Ooh good choices, never heard of leather mouth but sounds cool."

"Oh yeah you should listen, the music's really good and the lead singer is like super hot." William laughed a bit at my comment. "Good to know. Well that's pretty much the only interview question's I had planned so uh you're hired!"

"Ah sick man, thanks William!" We all know what this means, Gerard is mine again. "Yeah, oh and you can call me Will." I just smiled in response, I was to distracted by the thought of being back with the love of my life.

"Okay so let me give you a tour of the shop and show you how to sort shit than you can get out of here. Oh and also I have a schedule planned out already, lemme know if that work's for you." He said handing me a piece of paper.

It happened to be that I would work the day's Gerard was in class so we could have the same days off. Since his schedule changed for the second semester and he only had classes Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

"Yeah man, that's actually perfect!" "Alright, great!" He said as I handed him back the paper and he led me out of the office.

It only took him about 25 minutes to explain to me what my job would be, it was pretty simple. The only bad thing is that I would have to actually talk to people and help them find stuff, I could do that pretty well though, not with pleasure I'll add, but I could do it.

"Okay I think that's all you need to know!" "Aight cool, I guess I'll see you Monday then." I said shaking his hand and leaving. "See ya." He said as I waved behind me walking out the door.

I walked home absolutely giddy. I step into the front door of the house and Gerard jumps up from the couch and runs over to me. "So!?" He said excitedly, holding his hands out in front of him.