Craigslist

Chapter Seven

Olives and new colored pencils in hand, Gerard steps out of his car. He walks up to his apartment, dragging his feet. He was never really confident, but seeing Destery really killed whatever self esteem he had left.

Gerard turns down the hall to his apartment and looks up.

Frank is sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and back against Gerard’s door. Gerard’s breath hitches as Frank turns his head to look at him. Gerard’s eyes go wide.

“Hey Gerard.” Frank says calmly.                   

“Oh. Uh…Hi Frank.” Gerard says with a shrug. Like this isn’t a big deal.

“How are you?” Frank looks up and smiles. His smile is gorgeous. His high cheek bones allow for the smile to encompass his whole face without looking stupid, or like a character out of anime.

“I’m all right…” Gerard trails off and slips his key into the knob.

“That’s good.” Frank smiles and follows Gerard into the apartment.

“Oh, please come in.” Gerard mutters under his breath sarcastically.

“What?” Frank asks and shuts the door behind him.

“Nothing, nothing.” Gerard blushes as he places his bags on the counter. He starts to unpack his olives. Gerard places them in the refrigerator with a huff.

“I want to apologize for my behavior last time I saw you.” Frank looks down and fiddles with his hands a bit.

“What? You mean the awesome blowjob than the freaking the fuck out and running? Oh no need, I tend to have that affect on people.” Gerard rolls his eyes. He quickly brushes passed Frank to put his art supplies in his bedroom.

“Gerard, just…” Frank follows Gerard into his bedroom. He peeks in and says, “Let me explain.”

Gerard turns around to Frank’s body. Gerard jumps a little, startled.

“Please?”

Gerard reluctantly nods and leads Frank into the living room. Gerard sits on the couch and Frank sits in a chair across from him.

“I don’t normally do that. Ya know… Casual hook ups…”

Gerard opens his mouth to speak, but Frank cuts him off. “You aren’t a casual hook up., ‘cause I don’t do that. I want you to know that the reason I ran out is because you look like you have casual hook ups.”

Gerard stares for a bit. Did Frank just say Gerard looks like he makes peoples pants drop?

Gerard laughs. The laughter turns into full blown choking and honking. Gerard grips the side of the couch and tries to breathe.

“You mean I look that guy who walks into a room, and guys just bend over for them!?” Gerard screams in laughter and falls over. “Me?! With my Star War sheets!?”

Frank is blushing profusely and looking down. “I just didn’t wanna be a hook up…”

Gerard doesn’t stop laughing until he sees Frank stand up. He can’t stop even as he watches Frank leave his apartment.

But he does stop when he realizes Frank is gone.