Frerard One Shots

Have You Heard The News I'm Dead?

        It's been abnormally warm this week. Usually, it doesn't get warm until Gerard's birthday but it was in the 60's today and I had to go for a walk. So far, today has been a nice Sunday. I got to sleep in and then lie in bed with Gerard enjoying each other's company and warmth. I love the way he smells, his scent is so comforting and when his arms wrap around my waist, I feel so safe and guarded. Then Gerard said he needed to make a quick stop at his office but he'd be back before lunch and I told him I would go out to enjoy the weather. It's going to snow a few inches come Tuesday but that's weather in the Midwest for you. Who knows how long it will be until it's nice again.

        I met Gerard years ago at a friend's party. My friend Ray also knew this one dude named Mikey and Mikey was a funny guy, the two of us have talked before. Then one party, Mikey brought his brother with Gerard. I could easily tell Gerard didn't want to be there. He was sitting in the corner of the room by himself not making any conversation and on his phone doing his best to remain invisible. I could also tell he desperately didn't want to be alone so I joined him on the couch. The two of us were talking about music and laughing until he asked me if I wanted to go with him to the comic book store down the block. Of course, I said yes because I was enjoying our conversations. 

        When the night was coming to a close, I wanted to get to know him more but I took the hint this was a one-time interaction since he said "It was nice talking, thanks for the memories," as he smiled and waved goodbye. I was a little down that was the end of that. I found Gerard so nice and interesting. He had a lot to say and I wanted to hear all of it. And maybe it was a little gay of me to say I could get lost in his eyes and I adored the way he pursed his lip to the side when he spoke and the way his dark hair fell around his face made him look flawless but whatever. It's 2017, I can do as I please. Besides, it was no big deal, I just had a good time. Okay, maybe I was a little hurt I didn't get to talk to him more so I started going to the comic book store more and more in hopes I'd run into him and sure enough, a week later on a Saturday, while sitting in the front reading about these noble heroes known as the Killjoys, Gerard comes in.

        "Frank? Is that you?" he asks. 

        I look up and a smile spreads on my face as my plan to finding him again has worked. "Hi, Gerard," I say eagerly. "How are you?" 

        "I'm doing good," he says cocking his head sideways. "You're reading the Killjoys?" 

        "What? Oh, yeah. They're pretty cool, you know them?"

        "Yeah, they're my favorite," he says with a smile. He opens his mouth to speak but he fails to find his words. 

        "Yeah?"

        "Um," he stutters. "I-I don't," he laughs awkwardly. "Well, it was nice seeing you out of the blue." He starts heading down to the shelves. 

        "Wait," I call out. He turns around and raises and eyebrow and a hint of a smirk. "I um, seeing you wasn't out of the blue. I've been coming here every day since the night after the party hoping I'd see you again." 

        "Oh," he whispers taken aback. 

        "It's just, I liked talking to you and was hoping we could some more?"

        Gerard smiles at me so it must be a good sign. If he found me as creepy stalker, he would have run, not smiled. "I'd like that." The two of us walked out of the store together and had lunch and some diner down the street. Gerard was just so incredible and we were so deep in conversation, he walked me home and didn't mind it being late when I invited him in. I made dinner for the two of us and he helped me. I made a comment how I love cooking but I cannot for the life of me making myself pancakes, which sucks because it's my favorite breakfast. Gerard said he'd buy me frozen pancakes but I laughed and said it's not the same as homemade pancakes. We ate dinner and then we watched a movie on Netflix he was telling me about: Nonstop. I was trying to follow along with the movie but I was more so freaking out that Gerard half way through rested his head on my shoulder. I tried to keep my cool but I ended up resting my head on his. The movies wasn't boring it all, but considering it was after midnight when we started it, I understand if he was a little sleepy. My back was becoming sore so as much as I wanted to keep still so he wouldn't shift away, I had to lie back. But Gerard must have been really out of it because he laid down next to me curling up and snuggling. My heart was beating out of my chest as my brain processed this as really happening and I didn't care about my feelings getting the better of my choices at this point, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. Either he didn't care or didn't realize that I turned the TV off and threw the blanket on the couch back over the two of us.