Murder Was the Case They Gave Me (frerard)

Chapter 6

I took a deep breath as I walked into the building. Today was finally the day of the show and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I'm pretty sure I was gonna throw up but I'm not sure if that's because of the nerves or the pregnancy. But either way, I wasn't sure if I could do this.

"Oh god, there's so much art here and it's all so much better than mine," I said.

"Stop it," Mikey said. "Your art is amazing, it's seriously the best one here."

"M-maybe I should just go home," I said.

"Stop it," Lindsey said. "You can't drink the wine but just have some nice sparkling cider and talk to people."

I whimpered as she pulled me in. The place was huge and so pretty. People were walking around and talking and there was so much beautiful art on display. Everything here was so nice and I felt like a sore thumb. Some pregnant man in a dress, what would people think?

"Oh god, I just thought of something," I said. "We're gonna have to tell our parents."

"Don't worry about that right now," Mikey said. "Besides, mom and dad will probably be really happy to have their first grandchild."

"Yeah, but not by two men, they wouldn't understand," I said. "It's hard enough for me to understand and it's my own child. I'm gonna be carrying this baby for nine months because apparently I have a fucking uterus. How am I supposed to explain that to my parents? Frank's parents especially, I don't think they even know I have Klinefelter in the first place."

"Stop thinking about it," he said. "Come on, where's your art at?"

I lead them to my section and I couldn't help but smile. There was something about seeing my art on the wall with my name next to it that made a smile form on my face. I just wish frank was here to enjoy it with me.

"Congratulations, Gee," Lindsey said, patting my back.

I smiled, looking at the frames. They were done in paint and there were three. One was of Frank's hands holding a piece of silk and something about the tattoos and soft cloth made it so pretty. The second was of my old dirty converse in the grass. And the third was just of the woods behind my house.

"'Gerard A. Way: Artist'," Lindsey said, reading the little sign.

I giggled happily and held her hand.

"Do you wanna stay here or walk around?" Mikey asked.

"I...I don't even know what to do," I said. "I think I'm a little overwhelmed."

"Well, let's just walk around for a little bit and drink and just have a good time," Mikey suggested.

I nodded my head as some lady walked over with a tray in her hand.

"Wine?" She asked.

"Do you have sparkling cider?" I asked.

She nodded and pointed to another man with a tray. I grabbed a glass of sparkling cider while the other two got wine. I don't think I've ever been to a place this fancy before. Neither mine nor Frank's family were very rich or fancy. I felt out of place, to say the least.

"Come on, I wanna look at the photography," Lindsey said.

I smiled and walked with them to the photography section. Everything here was so pretty and nice, I was kinda jealous by how talented all the people here were. And of how expensive their cameras and equipment must be.

"Oh god, how am I gonna afford a child?" I asked. "Frank's not getting money now for as long as he's missing and I make barely enough to feed myself."