This Is Our Second Skin (Frerard)

4: Gerard Will Fight A Fucking Bear For Frank

*above picture is of Gerard when he catches sight of Frank*

Gerard felt the urge to punch himself in the face - or something - just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and a pinch didn't seem enough of a shock to wake him up, but seriously - what were the odds that Frankie was actually here...standing right in front of Gerard.

Maybe Gerard had drunk so much that he had passed out, and this was all some trippy dream fabricated by his Frankie obsessed brain, or maybe somebody had spiked his drink, and he was hallucinating this. Those seemed like more reasonable explanations than Frankie just happening to walk outside at the very same moment that Gerard was passing by; hell - this could be an alien come to kidnap Gerard, and it had decided to take the form of Frankie because it knew that Gerard would trust her no matter what.

But when Gerard blinked his eyes numerous times, even giving his head a small shake for good measure, and Frankie didn't disappear, or fade away, or turn into a three eyed extraterrestrial creature, Gerard began to hope that maybe this wasn't some elaborate hoax his brain was playing on him, and he was actually getting the one thing he had always dreamed of - a chance to speak with Frankie.

Gerard almost called out her name, but he stopped himself before the syllables could escape his lips. Gerard knew enough about drag queens to know that they used different names on stage, but he had never actually talked to Frankie, so he had no idea what she went by when she dressed as a man.

Frankie coughed hoarsely, leaning against the door as she tried to catch her breath, and the soft sound snapped Gerard out of the immobile state his body had been trapped in ever since he had first laid eyes on Frankie, drawing all of his attention back to her so fast, Gerard almost got mental whiplash.

And before Gerard could stop himself, he was rushing over to her side, tearing his grey beanie off his head as he went, and it must have been the alcohol that made him so confident, because Gerard would never have approached Frankie if he was sober, but he didn't even think twice about his stupid decision in his rush to make sure Frankie was okay.

"Hey...um - you look cold, and you are supposed to keep your head covered when you are sick, so here," Gerard held up his hat with shaking hands. "I promise I don't have lice or anything gross like that," Gerard giggled nervously.

Gerard instantly wanted to smack himself in the face, because god - could he have come off looking any more creepy? Who the fuck offers someone the hat off their head...apparently Gerard does, but that was not the first impression he had been planning to make on Frankie, that was for sure.

"Boys - he's cool," Frankie rasped out, eyeing the bouncers who had stepped in front of Gerard threateningly.

"I'm sorry - I can leave," Gerard squeaked while backing up warily, but still holding the beanie out to Frankie with a pleading look on his face.

Gerard's brain was screaming at him to turn around and head home before he made an even bigger fool of himself in front of the person he had been crushing on for ages, or he got beat to a pulp by the doormen, but his feet weren't responding to his mind's frantic signals, they seemed frozen to the ground, and even though Gerard's breath was catching in his throat as he began to panic slightly, he couldn't move.

"I know you - you are the cutie that comes to every one of my shows," Frankie smiled weakly, pushing off from the door so she could step closer to Gerard and farther away from the men who were still shooting suspicious glances in Gerard's direction.

Gerard was about ninety-eight percent positive that his heart had stopped beating when Frankie's words sunk into his dense head, because fuck - she had called him cute - Gerard Way had just been complimented by the most gorgeous person in the world, and even though Gerard was pretty much ready to keel over and die happily with her husky voice ringing in his ears, he knew he had to respond soon before Frankie started to think he was a weirdo.