Yesterday's Coffee

Chapter 3

"Would you teach me how to kill?" Frank asked, curled up on his side of the couch. Gerard looked up to see if Frank was being serious or not, a hard expression on his face.

"Absolutely not," he replied. Frank had been spending an awful lot of time at Gerard's, and Gerard wasn't sure how he liked it. Sure, no one other than Frank ever came over, but the boy was a fucking handful.

"Why not?" Frank asked, shoving the sleeve of crackers off his lap and sitting up. He looked at Gerard with that stupid pouty face.

"Don't get crumbs on the couch." Gerard said, ignoring what Frank had asked him. Frank folded his arms across his chest and repeated his question. Gerard sighed. "You're messy," he explained.

"Stop talking about the crackers!" Frank exclaimed, he looked extremely childish from Gerard's perspective.

"I'm not, Frank. You're messy, messy killers don't get away with their crimes," Gerard explained in a tired voice as he got up from the couch and entered the kitchen. Frank stayed on the couch and thought.

"Gerard?"

"What?" Frank recoiled from Gerard's tone and sighed.

"I'm sorry."

Gerard didn't reply at first. He came into the living room with a glass of what looked like whiskey to Frank. He wasn't sure what kind. He didn't offer any to Frank.

"No you aren't, Frank," Gerard said before taking a sip of his drink. "You only apologize every time you think you've upset me because you're scared."

Frank sunk back into his corner of the couch again, watching as Gerard looked down at him intimidatingly.

"I'm not scared of you," Frank muttered, as if to clarify. Gerard hummed, not really interested though.

"Then what?"

"I want you to like me, not even as much as I like you. I just want you to like me a little, and I don't want to upset you, because I'm scared that you'll hate me."

"Frank, I honestly only wanted you to stalk Ray for me. You did that. Yet you're still coming around," Gerard said, and Frank felt his heart fall, because Gerard had only needed his help, he didn't really want Frank around.

"Oh," he whispered. Frank moved the blanket he had around him to the centre of the couch and stood up. He began to walk towards the stairs, Gerard just rolled his eyes.

"For fucks sake, you can stay if you want," Frank looked back at Gerard, surprised.

"Really?"

"Sit. Don't make me change my mind," Frank nodded and sat back down in his regular corner of the couch. "You're like a lost puppy, Frank."

"I guess."

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Gerard had gotten slightly drunk. He hadn't offered Frank a drink, and Frank didn't ask for one. Gerard casually had thrown a few flirtatious comments at Frank, causing the younger to have a practically permanent blush

"Um, Gerard?"

"Yeah, sugar?" Gerard smiled, and Frank was positive he was going to die because Gerard rarely smiled at him. And also because Gerard had called him sugar.

"You're staring at me," Frank muttered, tugging on his earlobe in an awkward manner. Gerard nodded at Frank.

"Yes, I know."

"Why?"

Gerard ignored the question, taking a sip of his drink. "How about you go take a shower, okay?"