The Aftermath is Secondary (Frerard/MCR/Frikey)

Chapter 8

I noticed Gerard walking on the other side of the street from me, at the exact same time he noticed me.

"Better stay on that side of the street, motherfucker, I will knock you out," he warned.

I laughed, walking over to him. He smiled as I stepped closer.

"Hey, Gee, I haven't seen you in a while," I said, referring to the week where we haven't talked.

"Yeah, wanna hang out now then?" He asked suddenly. "I know this place to get really good coffee, plus they let me smoke in it. I'd say going to Starbucks because Starbucks is literally the best thing ever invented but they won't let me smoke. Trust me, I've tried. I've been to this new place once or twice."

"Okay," I agreed.

We walked about two blocks down to a small coffee shop. There were paintings on the walls and only two customers here. The man behind the cash register was reading a magazine when we walked up.

"Hey, Gerard, the usual?" The cashier asked.

Gerard nodded and the guy put something into the register.

"Once or twice?" I teased.

He shrugged, smiling slightly.

"I like coffee, I'm a slut for coffee," he said. "Almost as much as I'm a jacket slut."

I looked at his black leather jacket that hung over his black t-shirt matched with black jeans and black converse.

"You're almost as colorful as me," I joked, gesturing to my all black.

"Dude, fuck yes," he said, high fiving me.

I ordered my coffee and we sat in a secluded booth in the corner.

"So, how was the party?" I asked.

"Pretty good, I got a good fuck," Gerard said. "Now that was really good."

I couldn't help but feel jealous over who this Jason guy was and how he always gets to fuck Gerard.

"What about you, is everything alright with you and Mikey?" He asked and i nodded. "Have you told him about the, you know, kiss?"

"No, I haven't and I won't," I stated. "And you're not going to say anything either."

"So, it's like you're cheating?" Gerard asked.

"No, I'm not cheating," I denied. "One kiss is not counted as cheating."

"Yeah, sure it isn't," Gerard said sarcastically. "Frank...what's your middle name?"

"My full name is Frank Anthony Iero Jr."

"Jr?" Gerard asked, laughing a little.

"My dad and grandpa are also names Frank," I explained.

"Okay, well, Frank Anthony Iero Jr, why do you have your head so far up your own ass?" Gerard asked.

I frowned at him in confusion.

"You like me," he guessed.

"No," I denied instantly.

"Yeah, you do," Gerard stated. "But that's okay because I like you too. You're funny and nice and passionate and headstrong and artistic."

"And I love your brother," I added.

"I know, and that's what hurts me most," Gerard said. "To be perfectly honest, it wasn't a coincidence that I saw you on the street. I know that you just got off from work at that music store."