The Opposite Of Love; ferard

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question sixteen- fruit or dessert?

answer- dessert

when gerard finally came back, he smiled, handing me the coffee.

"sorry it took so long. she gave me decaf twice, then got mad at me like i did something."

i took a sip of the steaming beverage before replying. "it's fine, i don't mind."

we sat in silence for a while.

question seventeen- favorite television show?

answer- why do you care?

"so," he broke the silence. "you're still in high school?"

"yeah," i nodded. "senior year. what do you do?"

"uni, music major." he sat his mug on a small side table. "i'll probably drop out though. the classes aren't what i expected.

"what about you? any plans for the future, frank?" gerard asked.

"no idea." i responded before i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. i pulled it out of my back pocket and saw a text from my mum.

"shit." i stood up, hastily throwing wrinkled bills on the side table and draining the rest of my coffee.

question eighteen- favorite singer/group?

answer- something better than iggy azalea

"what? what's wrong?"

"my mum. i promised to go get dinner with her an hour ago to celebrate getting matched. she's freaking out."

"just tell her you're with me. she'll be fine with it."

"no, she won't. she'll think we're having sex and she'll want to kill me."

"oh,"

"yeah."

question nineteen- favorite movie

answer- definitely not high school musical

"you could..." gerard racked his brain for ideas. "ooh! i know, i could go to dinner with you. i'll have to meet your parents at some point."

"i guess that will have to do, gee." the nickname slipped out before i could stop myself.

"glad i could be of some assistance, franky."

question twenty- ideal soulmate hair color?

answer- not ginger. gingers are evil.