Three Facts

Chapter Thirteen

I quickly pull up my black skinny jeans, panicking as I hear the door bell ring. Do I look okay? Do I smell nice? How's my hair.

Shut up Gerard. You are gorgeous.

These skinny jeans won't go over my ass!

Answer the door with no pants on. Frank should be in to that.

Stupid fluffy ass and skinny jeans! I flang them off my body, running to the door in my blue and black plaid boxers. I open the door seeing Frank holding a pizza box and a guitar case.

"What? Pants too overrated for our date?" Frank smirks.

"No. I couldn't get my skinny jeans on." I pout. Frank just laughs and walks inside, setting his guitar against the wall.

"I have pizza." He waves the box in my face and I push it away.

"Let me put pants on first." Frank laughs, walks over to me, and pecks me on my neck with his lips. I run over to my room and grab a pare of blue jeans. I put them on quickly but jump a bit when I hear the familiar sound of a guitar. Frank must be playing but what Frank is playing scares me a bit.

Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon.

He's good. He's really really good. I walk out of my room and smile when I see Frank holding the beautiful instrument.

"You're amazing." I smile. Frank stops playing and sets his guitar against the wall.

"Thank you." He smiles. I walk over to him, lean down, and kiss my boyfriend on the lips. Frank smiles into the kiss and pulls away. He touches his hand to my cheek. "How did I get someone as amazing and attractive as you?" Frank asks quietly.

"Maybe because you are the best ever." I respond. "I love you."

"I love you too." Frank smiles. "Now let's eat pizza. I'm starving."

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"So, we had pizza, you played guitar for me, now what?" I ask flopping on my couch. Frank smiles, making me gasp as he jumps onto my lap. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in for a tight hug.

"We cuddle." Frank whispers in my ear, making me slightly shiver. I rub his back softly, enjoying the feel of my boyfriend. "Hey Gee?" Frank asks, almost sounding like a little kid.

"Yes Frankie?" I respond.

"Did I cause the crash?" I feel myself shake a bit at the memory. Frank and I had a simple fight. I was angry. I drove fast out of my angriness and I crashed, but he shouldn't of been the cause. It was my own fault for being stupid.

"No. Why would you think that?" I ask.

"I made you angry. People do things when they are angry." Frank sighs, snuggling more into me.

"Well you didn't." I kiss the side of his head. Frank nods.

"I want to play you more things on guitar." Frank jumps off my lap, grabbing his guitar. Frank sits next to me and I wait for him to play something. He seems to be thinking but then puts his fingers on notes, getting ready to strum the strings. He begins to strum a familiar tune. "I'm playing a guitar cover of Asleep by The Smiths." Frank announces. I smile. I love The Smiths. I lay my head back on the couch, enjoying Frank's playing. "Hey now. Don't fall asleep Gerd."