Regret Flows (Frerard)

Happy Together

The sky above the gothic home was still dark, but birds had just begun to chirp in the early morning hours. The frigid December air left frost around the windowsills, and none of the trees had any leaves left to adorn their branches. 

Frank's eyes flew open as the coffee maker began to sputter downstairs, and flung himself immediately onto his partner. "Gerard!"

"Oh, God, is there a fire?" Gerard moaned grumpily from his pillow. 

"NO! It's time to get up for LA!" Frank cried animatedly while bouncing on top of the elder. 

"God dammit, I'd rather the fire." He grumbled still from the pillow. 

"Hey! This was your idea!" Frank carried on, pulling the blankets off Gerard. Four days had passed since they visited Gerard's father, and neither of them had mentioned it since. Frank noticed Gerard seemed to carry himself a bit lighter since swearing off his family, and enjoyed his happier demeanor. 

Gerard's jade eyes cracked open one at a time, surveying his surroundings. "Frank, it's still dark outsi- The alarm hasn't even gone off!" Frank giggled and kissed Gerard roughly before bouncing off his hip and darting into the bathroom. The artist smiled, enjoying his boyfriends company and positive attitude over the last couple weeks. He sat with his legs hanging off the side of the bed and stretched his arms above his head before a chill ran down his spine. He stood and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt from the chair in the corner of the room. Frank appeared from the bathroom fully dressed and smiling at Gerard excitedly with a duffle bag under his arm. "I would offer you some coffee but I think you might explode," Gerard teased before shuffling down the stairs.

Frank followed him happily skipping down the steps, "I've never been on a plane before! And I'm just really excited to see all your stuff in a gallery! I can't believe it, my boyfriend!" Gerard smiled as he poured himself a mug of coffee, immediately savoring a sip. Frank added his duffle to the pile by the door and continued to dance around the living room, earning teasing remarks from Gerard. 

The sun began to rise in the sky by the time Gerard finished his second cup of coffee. He washed his mug and left it upside down to dry by the sink before jogging up the stairs to get ready. He hopped in the shower to quickly wash his hair and shave, then blowdried his hair and got dressed. Frank laid across the bed on his stomach with his chin resting on his hands like a teenager on the phone with their crush, and talked to Gerard as he got ready. Their plan was to check in at the hotel, get some food, then head over to the gallery. Gerard chose a white button-down dress shirt with a black waistcoat, black suit trousers, and a black tie. 

"Should I be wearing something nicer?" Frank asked as Gerard rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and checked his outfit in the mirror. 

"Of course not, honey, wear whatever makes you comfortable." Gerard replied calmly, adjusting his hair in his reflection. "But, I would like to take you shopping while we're in LA." Frank let his face fall into the duvet and moaned quietly knowing he couldn't keep Gerard from wasting money on him. Gerard chuckled and squatted next to the bed, kissing the back of Frank's head softly, "I just like to treat you, it's more for me than you anyways." Frank raised his head and squinted at Gerard, scrunching his eyebrows together.

Gerard chuckled again and began towards the bedroom door, "I thought you were excited to go?" he called over his shoulder, smiling to himself when he heard Frank excitedly jump from the bed and rush behind him. Frank ran down the stairs almost tripping, and threw on his denim jacket before ripping the front door open. 

"Gerard! Theres a town car on the street!" Frank shouted excitedly, running down the path carrying all but one of their bags. 

"Damn fuckin' straight, I'm not leaving my car at the airport are you kid- oh you're not here," Gerard replied to himself as he locked up the house. He made his way down the walkway as Frank had, but with less excitement in his gate. The driver took the bag from Gerard and put it in the trunk along with the others as the artist joined his boyfriend in the backseat.