Pose for me (Frerard)

Chapter eleven

I bounded the final step up to his house and stood on my tip toes, kissing his cheek softly. I pulled away a second or two later and looked at him in the eye and smiled a toothy grin. He smiled back and grabbed my waist and lead me inside into the hallway.

"Any ideas what you want to do?" Gerard said once again leading me by my waist into the kitchen where I sat down on a black high stool by the square kitchen island. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't mind honestly. Did you have a plan?" I questioned while he sat down on the stool next to me.

"Well, don't laugh at this okay?" I nodded. "But me and Mikey when we were younger used to always want to go for picnics, I don't know why, but justice to the New Jersey weather it rained or was too cold to go out a lot of the time so we used to have them on the carpet in the lounge. I know, it's a stupid idea but would you maybe want to do that?" I listened intently to his explanation and nodded my head eagerly at the end. He blushed softly and grinned sheepishly, looking away. "Okay, t-that's sorted then." He was blushing worse now and appeared very embarrassed.

"Honestly Gee, it's a great idea." I comforted him while I hopped off my stool and began to look through his fridge. He remained in his seat, looking at me. "Well, aren't you going to help me get the food and drinks ready or am I going to have to do it all by myself?" I said, placing a hand on my hip and giving him a playful smirk. He laughed at me before following my lead and walking to the cabinets nearest to him. I giggled and turned around back to the fridge. A minute later I had pulled out all the stuff I wanted and placed it on the island. I sauntered my way around Gerard and slapped his ass as I strutted by. "Do you have a docking station or something in here? I feel like a bit of good music." I said from behind him, pretending I hadn't just hit his arse. He turned around and had a look of mock annoyance on his face.

"Demanding one aren't you?" Gee said, raising one eyebrow while looking me up and down.

"Do stop, you're making me blush!" Laughing at my reply, Gerard made his way over to a silver docking station in the corner of the room and pulled his phone out of his pocket he plugged it in. A second later, Misfits were playing quietly. I hummed alone and once again began my search for food. I could hear him walking up behind me but pretended not to notice, I felt his arms coil around my waist a moment later. I laughed and turned around to face him. He had a look of serenity about him and peacefulness as we danced our way slowly around the kitchen, me with my head in his shoulder and him with his head resting a top of mine. We stayed like this for the rest of the song before I felt one of his arms leave my side and touch my chin, lifting it up. He leaned his head forward, and preparing for a kiss, I closed my eyes.

"You know Frankie, you're my kryptonite but I feel like I'm nothing more to you than a cheesy romance to you." I leaned back then and looked at his face in shock. He looked right back at me, unwavering.

"Gee, that really isn't true. I'm not one for great romantic speeches but you do mean a lot to me." He continued to look at me and once he was finally satisfied with my answer he nodded, leaning in and kissing me softly, slowly. I kissed back feeling no remorse or worries. I pulled back soon after. "Come on then, we have a picnic to eat don't we?" I said, pulling away from his embrace and winking at him over my shoulder while walking away with arrogance. He smirked and picking up as much food as he could, carried it into the lounge. I followed after him with no food in my hands. I sat down on the ground near the mound of plates he had brought in.

"And where are the plates you've brought?" He said, putting his hands on his hips. I grinned up at him and batted my eyelashes.

"Tend to your queen." I said not looking at him while pulling some of the plates closer to me with one hand and trying to find the TV remote with the other. I heard him bark a laugh and exit the room. I began to eat once I had begun to flick through the channels on the TV. Gerard was very plainly rich but that was to be expected of the number one model. He returned a minute or two later holding glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He set them down and then shuffled off again to go and get the rest of the food left in the kitchen. I picked up the bottle of red wine and began to pour it into both the glasses after opening it. Gerard emerged again with the rest of the food and setting it down on the table, he flopped unceremoniously onto the ground next to me. We began to talk to each other, the TVs sounds just becoming background noise. Everything became a blur when I was in his company and I liked it. I could of been anywhere, at any time and still be content with my company.

A bottle of wine later, all the food had gone. I had leaned myself up against the side of the sofa and Gerard was hunched up with his hands on his crossed knees. "Mind if I spend another night here?" I asked him once we had finished our conversation. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Yeah, sure." He answered. I smiled back and made to get up to help clear away the plates but knocked over the small amount of wine left in my glass. It splashed over and ended up on the cream carpet. I stood, stock still and just looked at the mess.

"I'm sorry! I'll go get something to clean it up with." I turned away, about to dash out the room when I felt Gerard's hand on my wrist. I turned around to look at him. His face was white and he was shaking slightly. His head was bent and he wasn't looking at me.

"You always ruin everything! Leave my sight you fag!" He shouted and threw my hand back down to my side. I remained motionless and just watched him. He lifted his head back up, his eyes alive with anger. "Leave I said! I don't want you here, you freak!" He lifted his arm up, aiming a punch straight to my face until I turned and fled out the room. I didn't slow down until I had reached my car. I risked a glance back up to his house where I saw him looking at me through the window in the lounge. Upon seeing me looking, he drew the blinds tightly so I could no longer see him. I swiftly turned back round and got into my car, shaking from head to foot. I didn't wait for anymore incentive to leave and immediately started the car and drove back to my apartment as fast as I could. I arrived and kicked off my shoes. Tears of anger were running down my face, making my vision blur. I pounded my fists against the wall nearest to me, angry at myself and angry at him. The tears kept coming and the harder I cried, the harder I banged my fists. I was lucky no one lived near me, being at the end of the hall did have it's advantages. Fuck it all, I thought as blood began to seep from my knuckles. I stopped my banging and slowly shuffled my way to my bedroom. I crawled into a ball on my bed with my clothes still on while to blood carried on gushing it's way from my hand and down my arm. Drowsiness and the need to sleep washed over me and within minutes I had allowed unconsciousness to over come me.