Drowning Lessons

Ch.22- French Fries

"Go take a shower, Frankie." Gerard randomly says, stopping the movie.

"What? Why?" Frank groans.

"Just do it.  And put this on when you're done." Gerard smiles, handing Frank a white long sleeved button down and black skinnies.  Frank grabs the clothes, stomping off to the bathroom. Gerard chuckles lightly, shaking his head.  "Stubborn little fuck."

"I can hear you! Again!" Frank yells and the shower turns on.

Gerard smiles and picks up a suitcase.  After rummaging through it, he finds what he's looking for; a black long sleeved button down and black skinnies.  He then goes through one of the smaller pockets looking for something else.  He gets what he needs and lays the clothes on the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"Frank? I'm dyeing my hair, ok?"

Frank pokes his head out from behind the curtain.  "What colour?"

"Black, again." Franks eyes get wide and he smiles.

"Yay! You look great with black hair." Frank replies, his head going back into the warm shower.

Gerard laughs and mixes the dye, slowing putting it all over his head. He lets out a sharp breath as he feels some of it dripping down his back.  "You have a razor or scissors I could use?"

"For what?" Frank asks.  "I swear to god, if you cut you hair off, I'll stab you."

"No.  It just  needs trimmed."

"Smallest pocket of the suitcase, set of scissors." Frank replies, starting to hum a song.  Gerard walks out to get the scissors, his hair dripping dye everywhere.  He pulls them free and goes back to wait for his hair to set.

Thirty minutes later, he's drying his freshly dyed, and freshly cut hair, sighing as Frank paces the floor, begging for answers.  "Are we going undercover? I need answers, Gerard."

"No, Frank.  We aren't going undercover.  This isn't an episode of Supernatural." Gerard says.  "I wanted to take you out. On a date." Gerard blushes as Frank stops pacing and grins.

"A- A date? R- Really?" Frank was surprised, and that made  Gerard happy.

"Yes.  Get the eyeliner, I'll do it for ya." Frank reaches over to grab the stick and sits down, letting Gee work his magic.  "There ya go.  Don't mess with it."

"Thanks! I like it! Wait, why are you the one that gets to wear all black?  I want a black shirt!" Frank asks.

"Because. You look good in white.  I'm too pale for that shit, man." Gerard replies.  "Anyways, you look great.  C'mon.  Lets go.  I heard there's a great restaurant a few blocks down with veggie burgers." Gerard takes his boyfriend's hand, leading him out of the room.

"Do they have french fries?" Frank asks, his eyes lighting up as Gerard pulls him closer as a girl checks him out.

"I'm sure they do." Gerard replies.  Frank giggles and looks up at Gerard.

"You're going to hell!" A woman yells, glaring at them, and Gerard stops his tracks.  He spins Frank around, grips his waist, pulling him closer and smashes his lips against Frank's.  He kisses him long, and slow and sweet and passionately before pulling away.  Frank looks at him and smiles.

"See ya there!" Gerard says back, grabbing  Frank's hand again and continuing the walk in the cold October air.

"Did you really just do that?" Frank asks Gerard, looking at him with a sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle only lovers could recognize.

"Yeah. Did I upset you by kissing you in public? I won't do it again.  I'm so-"  Frank cuts him off with another kiss.  It was a quick peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut Gerard up.

"No.  I liked it.  It was, how do I say this, um, sweet? Yeah.  Sweet. You've never kissed me like that before.  You seemed like you put every ounce of your soul into it.  It was nice, and slow, and thought out, I guess you could say.  I liked it, so maybe you should do it again sometime." Frank tells him, smiling.

Gerard smiles and they walk into the restaurant.  It's very crowded, so he takes a glance at Frank, making sure he's ok before talking to the man.  "Two, and um, can we have a sort of secluded area, ya know.." Gerard tells the man at the front who smiles.  "Hey Frankie, can you step over there for a second?  I've got discuss some things with him, if you don't mind." Frank nods, and steps over to the side, admiring the decorations and small pumpkins in the middle of each table.

"Look, he's known to have random panic and anxiety attacks in crowded areas like so, so if it isn't too much trouble, I'd really like a table near the back, away from everyone.  We won't do anything, I promise." Gerard says.  The man simply smiles and nods.  Gerard looks over at Frank who has now dropped the admiration look and is now looking terrified.  "If you'll excuse me for just a second," Gerard says quickly, walking fast over to Frank.

As he gets closer, he can see that Frank is breathing very heavily and if messing with his fingers, twisting them and turning them in odd ways in order to stay calm.  "G- Gerard." Frank cries as Gee nears him.  "H- Help me."

Gerard slowly reaches out to Frank, who shies away from his touch, wrapping his arms around himself.  "Frank? Babe, what's wrong?"

"T- Too many p- people." Frank mutters, licking the tears from his lips. Gerard reaches out again and this time, Frank gives in.  He falls into Gerard and cries softly.

"Babe, its going to be ok.  Look, he got us a booth or a table near the back, ok?  There won't be many people back there.  Come here, take my hand, and I will lead you back there." Frank slips his hand into Gerard's, letting the taller boy pull him to the back.  Frank keeps his head down, using his other hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

"I'm sorry, Gee." He sighs.

"Don't be sorry.  I know how you get.  But just know that I wouldn't ever let anything happen to you." Gerard says and Frank cracks a small smile.

The waitress comes to get the order and Frank immediately pipes up.  "Ooh can I get french fries, Gee? Please?"  Gerard chuckles and nods.  "Mkay.  Two orders of fries.  And a water for me.  He probably wants coffee, if ya got any.  Oh, and um, can I get like, shit, I don't know.  Ya got any pizza?" Frank spits out his words quickly, amazing himself and Gerard at how quick his moods can change.  The waitress tells Frank what kinds of pizza they offer and rejects them all.

"Just the fries and water and coffee."  Frank finishes, grinning.

"Alright, it'll be right out." The lady hands Frank two straws before walking off.

"Someone likes french fries a little too much for their own good." Gerard laughs.  "Is that all you want?"

"Yep.  Salty stuff calms me down after an attack like that." Frank replies innocently, oblivious to Gerard's smirk.

"Well hell, you should've told me.  I could've given you plenty of salty stuff to calm you down.  And bitter stuff too." Gerard holds back a laugh as Frank tries to make sense of it.

"Nah. Wait, Gerard Arthur Way! You little whore!" Frank says, coming to terms.

Soon, the fries are halfway devoured and Frank is still laughing over what was said five minutes ago.  "And bitter stuff, too." Frank mocks, throwing a fry at Gerard.

Gerard giggles and throws it back.  "You're more innocent than I would've thought!"

"I guess.  But you could always take that away from me, you know?" Frank replies, biting his lip, just knowing the effect it had on Gerard.

"Maybe later." Gerard replies, drinking the last of his coffee.  "Come on, lets go do something.  And maybe I'll treat you later."

"Ooh! I get ice cream?!" Frank replies.  Gerard shakes his head, getting up with Frank, and walking a bit ahead of him.  Frank runs up to him.  "I'm just kidding..Mr. Way." He whispers before strutting away, looking back at a clearly bothered, hot and bothered, Gerard Way.

Idk it works....kinda...no clue what the next chapter will be...maybe some slight smut or  something?? Idk...

Anyways....

Toxic Fighter signing off,

Until next time, my friends