November 1st (Frerard)

22: Monday, October 22nd

"So?"

Lindsey was the one to break the silence.

The two of them, them being Lindsey and Frank, stood on the beach in the rain and with particularly ugly coats on, with Daisy on the end of a leash in Frank's hand.

Lindsey had turned up to Frank's in order to shelter from the rain that had come out of seemingly nowhere, as she lived a good twenty minutes away and Frank's house was much, much closer, however she'd caught him going out for a walk with Daisy, and Lindsey had thought 'fuck it', and grabbed an ugly coat, courtesy of Linda Iero, and joined him on the dog walking adventure.

However, it was easily the most depressing adventure known to man, as it had been spent in bleak, almost numbing silence as the two walked down to the beach, only to final stop a few metres away from the shoreline as Frank set his gaze out upon the horizon and murky grey ocean and the way it seemed to fade into the cloudy grey sky.

Frank's eyes widened a little: Lindsey's words seeming to catch him by surprise, as he turned to face her, a little startled.

"So." Lindsey repeated, her voice a little quieter this time. "What's happened? Something has happened, come on, you know it. I know it. I bet you," Lindsey gestured to Frank's dog, "Daisy knows it too."

Frank managed a little laugh in response to that. "I'd doubt it. Daisy isn't exactly the sharpest dog... in the box... of dogs... or something... that works better with crayons than it does dogs."

Lindsey smiled, before meeting Frank's eyes with a slightly more serious tone, "so there is something up?"

"Yeah..." Frank shrugged a little, "I don't know, I mean, I should be happy, because well... something happened with me and Gerard - we kissed, and it was... it was lovely, he's lovely, but... I don't know, I can't help but feel like there's something else, like maybe he doesn't really like me or something... it just feels weird on his part, I don't know. Maybe I'm just overthinking things, but then, my mum's just bitching at me generally, and it's not helping my mood."

"Hey..." Lindsey placed a hand on Frank's shoulder, "I promise you, you're overthinking things, you can tell Gerard has feelings for you. It's fucking blindingly obvious."

"I don't know." Frank shrugged, "I think it's the whole gay thing - maybe that's a bit weird for him, I mean, we'd never talked about that before, maybe he's annoyed that I never told him I'm gay before we-"

"Yes, Frank, he was definitely so annoyed - so annoyed that he decided to kiss you to show how annoyed he was." Lindsey laughed a little, shaking her head, "he loves you. I promise."

"Mmm..." Frank nodded, biting his lip: still a little unsure. "The whole gay thing is kind of fucking with my head though, because like, my birthday party, and then people are going to be there, and then Gerard... Gerard's there as well, as my boyfriend- like... I don't know... but I feel like Pete would just be a dick about it."

Lindsey laughed at that, "no, trust me. He would not."

Frank raised his eyebrows in confusion, "what do you mean? Are you suggesting something here?"

"No," Lindsey shook her head, blushing a little, "well, look, Pete's business is Pete's business, but he's not going to make a shitshow out of it. I promise. Trust me."

Frank nodded slowly, coming to accept that there was definitely something going on with Pete, and that Lindsey knew what it was, and that perhaps it was of a slightly less than heterosexual nature.

"Is he okay though?" Frank asked, feeling Daisy tug at her leash a little as she began to kick at the dirt. He let her off it in response and watched as she ran a little way down the beach.