Torture Of Small Talk

TEN

"Frankie! Baby, its so good to see you again" Andy's lips stretched into a cocky grin.

Frank would give anything to deck Andy right in his sickly perfect cheek bones ,but unfortunately frank didn't have time to be arrested for causing a public disturbance.

Gerard stayed quiet, watching things play out between his kind-maybe-boyfriend and the tall dark hair man that nothing but a familiar face to him. Andy's very presence was a spark in Gerard's brain to start reliving memories from just a couple of years ago.
But that, ladies and gentle men, was a story for a later time.

"W-why are you here? Are you seriously stalking me now ? I refuse to believe you came here just for the coffee, Andrew" Frank placed his drink down as he spoke, his hands still twitched nervously, he didn't want to drop his beverage. What a waste that would be.
He needed that coffee to act as the speed he refused to ever take, and wake him the fuck up.

Maybe that was it, maybe Frank was still dreaming ?
Although Andy being here was more like a nightmare.
There just a nudge at Franks head that convinced him however, that no- this was not a dream.
Andy proved that by pinching Franks cheek before sitting down in the cold metal chair that was between Frank and Gerard's

Gerard seemed to recoil. Frank didn't blame him.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Babe. I happened to be in the neighborhood so I dropped in to get a coffee. I noticed your friend here, and his hair- its quite hard to miss."
Andy shifted his menacing gaze to Gerard, who more than anything, looked utterly pissed with Andy's matter-of-factly tone. Or just pissed with Andy's existence in general.
Maybe both.

"When you said you had someone, I didn't expect some one like him of all people. I trusted you had better judgment, seeing as you dated me and all" Andy chucked cooly and leaned back in his chair, bringing his leg up so his ankle rested on his other knee. What a fucking douche bag.

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean by that? Gerard is as good as it gets. Matter of fact, he's the only good decision I've ever made ,thank you very much" Frank furrowed his brows. He was fuming now.

What the fuck did Andy know anyways? He had the common sense of a raccoon with his head stuck in a pickle jar.

Andy let out a winded scoff and ran his fingers through his short black hair, slightly shaking his head in disapproval.
"Oh, Honey. You have no idea do you?"

Frank only squinted his eyes at Andy, confusing read his features.

Andy let out an amused ,mocked laugh while across from Frank, Gerard seemed to stiffen, looking at Frank with a pleading look.
Pleading for what? Frank hadn't the foggiest.

"Oh my god, Gerard. You rascal, you. Here my poor baby is thinking he's got some perfect man to take care of him from big bad Andy. But he doesn't even know the real you. How comical."

Frank tilted his head in a way Gerard would normally found cute. But right now, he was terrified. Because he knew frank had a question following his confused quirk.
"S-so..you guys know each other?"

Andy shrugged, looking up at the umbrella that outstretched above them in a bored sort of way, even though Frank could Practically feel the amusement radiating off of the taller fuck face of a man.
"We did some..business in the past. But I'll let Gerard explain that to you on his own"