This Is Our Second Skin (Frerard)

3: The Classic Fairytale Starring The Drag Queen And The Awkward Loser

*above picture is of Frankie's dress*

Gerard found himself back at the club next Wednesday night, and this week he hadn't even struggled with the decision of going like he usually did, even though he always ended up here, so he really needed to cut the arguing with himself out of his routine since it was a pointless time waster.

Actually, Gerard could hardly wait until Frankie's next performance, and he was one of the first to arrive when the building opened its doors for the night, which was a bit odd from him; he typically held off until right before Frankie came on to make his way into the club.

It was all because of that wink, that stupid wink had been driving him insane all week, and he just had to see Frankie again, even if it was only her show, but maybe this time, he would make an effort to approach her afterward.

If she winked at him again, or even waved in his general direction, Gerard swore he would finally talk to her. This whole obsession was driving Gerard insane, so maybe if he managed to make it through a conversation with her, he would become a little less starstruck, and he would be able to move on with his life.

Or maybe he wouldn't, but Gerard was getting sick of himself and his inability to even approach Frankie; it wasn't like she was that terrifying, even though in Gerard's mind, she really was, but he was never going to be able to move on and actually start living his life until he got over this Frankie phase he had been stuck in for the past year.

So this was it, Gerard was determined to talk to Frankie tonight, and if he chickened out once again, then he was never coming back here. Lindsey was right, and this wasn't healthy for him, so this was his last chance to make an impression on Frankie before he walked away from her forever.

Gerard hoped that giving himself an ultimatum would help him grow some fucking balls, and he did feel slightly more confident when he entered the dimly lit club, dressed nicer than usual with his hair actually brushed for once; now he just had to wait and see if this burst of courage lasted throughout the evening.

It was a slow night at the club, not even half of the tables set in front of the stage were filled, even after Gerard milled around a bit with a drink in hand, and this gave Gerard the nerve to sit closer to the front, instead of hiding back at the bar like he usually did.

Gerard felt exposed as soon as he sat down, but he forced himself to retain his seat. He didn't want Frankie to look out over the crowd and get discouraged by the lack of onlookers, and even though Gerard was only one person, he felt like his contribution was important - not to mention that if he wanted to talk to Frankie later, he might as well sit somewhere that she could see him properly.

Because of his anxiety about maybe speaking to Frankie tonight, Gerard found himself ordering drink after drink, and he was already well on his way to being trashed by the time Frankie took the stage, which was obvious in the way he stumbled slightly when he threw himself to his feet to applaud wildly when Frankie came into view.

When Frankie had taken her usual spot in the middle of the stage, Gerard sat back down clumsily, trying to fight off the head rush that standing up so quickly had produced. He hadn't been this drunk in quite some time, and he was really enjoying the fuzzy feeling spreading throughout his body as he settled back into his seat with what was probably a stupid grin on his face as he stared at Frankie longingly.

Gerard had an excellent vantage point of the dais from this angle, and he regretted never choosing a table seat before - not that he couldn't see from the bar, but now he had an unobstructed view of Frankie, when usually he had to peer around numerous heads to get a good glimpse of her.