To the end. (Frerard fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Frank was awkwardly sitting at the round dinner table in the center of the kitchen, sipping at the cup of apple juice Mikey had given him. He was mad, well, more upset than mad. They took his fucking beer and gave him JUICE. He could still feel Gerard staring at him, though he tried to ignore it. Mikey was looking at both of them, then started laughing a little. Frank turned to look at me, a glare on his face. "What?" He questioned. Mikey grinned and Gerard shot Mikey a look as if he knew what he was thinking, but then Gerard grinned too.

"It's just you two hardly introduced yourselves and you're already looking at each other like you want to rip each other's clothes off.." He laughed, leaning back in his chair. Frank was about to protest then he himself laughed a little, a dark blush on his face.

"So, uh, why are you covered in paint?" Frank asked, looking directly at the dark haired man across from him. Gerard took a drink of his coffee then shrugged. "I paint, and draw..actually, I'm teaching an art class at the art center now. Wow, you're covered in art, it's all over you Frank, oh my god, is there more?" Gerard babbled, eyes wide as he took in all the ink dancing across Frank's skin. Frank blushed again and nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask him to show them to him. But ofcourse he did.

"Where? Can I see them? They're so beautiful, please?" Gerard asked, slighly bouncing in his seat in excitment. "Pleaseeee?" He pouted and Frank swallowed, nodding slightly. He sighed and stood up, throwing his shirt off over his head. Mikey had seen him shirtless plenty of times in the past two years, over the countless sleepovers.But Gerard had nevr seen this, it was different to let a stranger, a beautiful stranger, see him without shirt. Gerard gasped softly, getting up and walking over to the short man.

"Oh.." He murmured, being careful, as if Frank would break or dissapear if he touched him, He favored the 'Search and destroy' tatoos, the birds that went with them. Then he saw the scropion tatoo. Damn did he love that one.

Gerard didn't know why, but he loved it, it added something to Frank, like he got it when he was young and it fucked up his work life but Frank didn't want some office job. He reached out, then dropped his hand back down before touching it. "Wonderful. I like the Search and destroy tats. You're like a walking piece of art, I like it, no wait, I love it! Man, I wish I wasn't so terrified of needles." Gerard said with a toothy grin, and Frank smiled back a bit. Honestly, it felt nice to be called art, because it made him feel much less ugly. He felt nice, but he felt fat. He grabbed his shirt and slipped back into it, coughing and taking his place at the table. Mikey gave Gerard a warning look, as if to tell him to lay off. But the dark haired boy only smirked back and downed the remainder of his coffee.

"Well boys, I think I've made a decision. Frank, you're going to join my art class."

Gerard spoke, as if it was decided and final. Frank immediately shook his head.

Socializing? Ha, funny.

"No."

"Yes."

"Gerard I can't-"

"Yes you can."

That made Frank shut up. Nobody had ever told him he could do something, nobody had ever really encouraged him, except Mikey at the occasional time. Frank sipped nervously at his juice, eyes focused on the wooden table. "How many people?" He mumbled softly. He hadn't even known this man an hour but he just had a thing about him, a happy yet depressed feeling came off him.

"Only five others. I don't like big classes, I can't really help everyone that way, ya know? I don't want to just teach, I want to leave my mark on these people. Including you." The raven haired man smiled, making Frank's heart melt. Only five people? He could handle that right? He could see Gerard more too this way, without Mikey saying they wanted to fuck. Gerard was beautiful, and Frank wouldn't mind doing horribly sinful things to him, but Gerard was probably straight, and his best friends brother...

Frank blinked, trying to shoo the thoughts of Gerard on his knees from his head and sighed softly. "Fine. But if I don't like it I'm out." He warns, but with a playful glint in his eyes. Gerard grinned, hazel eyes twinkling as he squeaked, sounding very much like a girl. But it was cute.

"Yay! First class is tomorrow, west old clothes, were gonna use paint." He gushed, and then the two brothers were saying goodbye to Frank. Mikey looked worried, but Frank couldn'r figure out why.

"Oh, and Frank?" Gerard asked.

"Yeah?"

"I left my number on the table."