Through My Veins - Frerard

Chapter Eleven

Frank's P.O.V:

I felt a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I got that out, of course to be replaced with sinking heart when he stared at me dumbfounded for a count of one minute, and that to be replaced with enormous joy when he said it back.

It must have taken a lot from him to take the big risk and say it back, I mean after everything he went though, the guy must have a shitload of trust issues. But he still said it back nonetheless, and that made me really happy and at awe altogether. I felt honored and special yet I felt I had this huge responsibility, he was trusting me with his heart and it's pretty clear that he won't take another betrayal like that. I couldn't break his heart, I also really hoped he didn't break mine.

I was taking a risk too, this was the very first time that I said that to anyone, heck, it was the first time I ever fell in love! It was all too overwhelming and saying it out loud made it feel more real to me, it was scary but in a good way. I felt vulnerable but still safe, cause I knew he didn't have it in him to hurt me, and neither did I him. And I was really grateful that my first love was someone as nice, sweet and gentle like Gerard, I hated that his first love was an A-class douche bag though. It made me really angry, but it was all past now.

"Hey, I have an idea." Gerard spoke up after a while of long comfortable silence, we were just cuddling.

"Hm?" I questioned.

"New Orleans." I looked at him to find him grinning excitedly.

"Yep, I'mma go pack." I immediately jumped. I still couldn't believe this, I was ecstatic with this new life, it was all too much yet everything I wished for in one piece. He giggled at my enthusiastic reaction, I've already packed half of my stuff while he was still giggling.

"You know we've gotta ditch the car now, though." He added breaking my heart not an hour later after promising he wouldn't.

"But why?" I whined. I really loved this car, even though I wasn't allowed to drive it after the Anaheim incidence.

"Because it's becoming a liability, Frank. And ever crossed your mind why I don't roll around with cars? It's too compromising and by the law I don't even exist, so it's a pretty obvious giveaway if I was driving through states with a bright orange Lamborghini that we won in Las Vegas by cheating at gambling." He managed to shut me up. But I was still crestfallen.

"Plus, would you prefer a 30 hours drive or a 4 hours flight?" he added to his argument, this wasn't even a questioning matter.

"A 30 hours drive." I replied surely, he rolled his eyes before getting up to pack his stuff muttering an 'idiot'.

Road trips were fun as hell, I liked the whole long road thingy. It was just me and Gerard blasting punk music and singing on the top our lungs without anyone to bother us or telling us to keep it down, flights on the other hand though...

You actually have to be decent and unannoying around people, and that was one of the reasons I didn't like people much. And there was this whole flying thing too, ugh! Werewolves were made to stay on land not a gazillion feet off the ground in a metal container, but I guess I'm not a complete werewolf now and that was the price it came with the new super powers.

"C'mon Frankie, cheer up. I promise I'll get you a new toy soon." He cooed pinching my cheeks like a toddler, I huffed and grumbled in response swatting his hands away.

He was practically dragging me all the way to the airport, I was still throwing a bitchy fit over the whole flight and leaving the car thing. That left him the only solution there was, I really hated that solution.