words ♤ frerard

chapter//nineteen

The next day, Pete showed up with a bag of his stuff, making Gerard visibly cringe. Pete smiled sheepishly and Frank led him into the guest bedroom, since he knew Pete well enough to know there was no way he was going to stay at a hotel. Pete thanked him and Frank walked back into the living room, only to see Gerard on his laptop, writing something.

"What are you writing about, Gee?" Frank chirped, peaking over at the laptop screen. Gerard grinned and let his eyes flicker to Frank as he shut his laptop.

"What's Pete doing?" Gerard replied, looking at the shut bedroom door. Frank shrugged and straddled Gerard's lap, pushing his back against the couch. "Scratch that, what are you doing?" Gerard asked, his breath hitching in throat. Frank attached his lips to Gerard's neck and marked Gerard as his. 

"Well, I would love to have sex with you, but Pete's here," Frank said, still smirking, as he climbed off of Gerard, ignoring the obvious bulge in his pants.

"That's not fair," Gerard whined, kissing Frank soon after. Frank quickly pulled away and winked, just as Pete walked out of the bedroom, looking at the two of them. 

"Should I, um, go-" Pete asked, pointing towards the door as if he'd been there for weeks, like he hadn't just got there. 

"Yes," Gerard said, just as Frank said "No." Pete looked between the two of them, before he made his way into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. Gerard looked at Frank in a confused way, as Frank chuckled. "He makes everywhere his home if he's going to stay there long enough, and I'm here, so he immediately will just act like he lives here too. He's a good guy," Frank explained to Gerard, who was watching Pete.

"Pete?" Gerard asked, making Pete look back at him. "What do you want to eat?" Pete thought about it for a moment and shut the fridge door. 

"Italian," Pete decided. Frank and Gerard shared a look with each other and nodded.

"If you can wait another few minutes so I can get dressed and shower, we can all go get Italian, alright?" Gerard offered. Pete's face lit up and he nodded eagerly. Gerard got up and went into his room, leaving Pete and Frank alone. 

"So this is the Gerard you always spoke about?" Pete asked, raising his eyebrows curiously, so Frank nodded. "You know Billie's dead?" Pete asked, making Frank let out a shocked cry. "He killed himself because you were kidnapped." Frank shook his head quickly, not wanting to believe it. "But you're fine? Did he kidnap you?"

"He didn't kidnap me!" Frank exclaimed, and glanced back to see Gerard making his way to the bathroom, a worried look on his face. "I just went with him, okay? I didn't know Billie would. . ." Frank trailed off, shaking his head again. Pete just shrugged.

"I never liked Billie anyway," Pete admitted, making Frank crack a small smile. "On a happier note, Goth Claudia's interview is airing tonight!" Pete said excitedly, which made Frank's eyes widen.

"Tonight?" Frank asked, glancing at the shut bathroom door. Pete nodded. "I forgot how big of a fan you are. Fuck," Frank sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You'll enjoy the interview."

"How would you know?" Pete wondered. 

"Just trust me, okay?" Pete nodded again, and the two of them sat on the couch the rest of the time in silence, until Gerard walked out of the bathroom. "You ready?" Frank asked, looking at Pete. They both nodded, so Frank put his own shoes on and they left. 

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When they arrived and had sat down, Pete began babbling away, about some girl who had tried to flirt with him. Gerard was far too interested in the person in the next booth, who looked all too familiar, while Frank studied Gerard's features. Gerard could've swore he knew the person in the next booth, and he probably did, but he couldn't pinpoint who. Finally, the person noticed Gerard, and the person's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Gerard?" The person asked, their face clearing of all confusion. "It is you!" They exclaimed. 

"Wait, Ashley?" Gerard asked, grinning widely. "Oh my god, how have you been?" Gerard asked, making her chuckle. 

"Good! I've found a nice girl- Marina, is her name. She does interviews," Ashley explained, moving around so she was facing Gerard at a more comfortable angle. 

"Marina Diamandis?" Gerard asked, making Ashley nod. "She interviewed me." 

"Finally revealing your face, huh?" She teased, making Gerard laugh. "Yeah, that's her. Who have you got with you?" Gerard looked over his shoulder, noticing both Pete and Frank were staring at the two of them intently. 

"Frank and his friend, Pete," Gerard told her, the two of them uttering a small "hello". Ashley's face lit up, and she nudged Gerard's shoulder. 

"Frank? The one you talked about all the time? How did you two meet up again? Was it romantic?" Frank laughed at this, and finally spoke up.

"Not really, he helped me carry a painting home and I didn't even know it was him until he set it down," Frank explained, making all three of them chuckle.

"Explain to me how it all happened," Ashley begged, looking at Frank and Gerard. Gerard sighed and started explaining their story, while Pete and Ashley listened intently. Frank, on the other hand, was too busy eating, since they'd finally brought the food out. And oh man was that lasagna delicious.