Under My Roof (Frerard)

sixteen

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"You seem nervous." Ray commented the other day. We were almost done with our work for that day and the closer it was to three o'clock the more nervous I was.

"Frank's parents are coming over." I sighed and both Ray and Steve looked at me sympathetically.

"Homophobic?" Asked Steve and I just nodded. I bet.

"Good luck, man." Ray patted my shoulder. After work, I walked home slowly and hoped they wouldn't show up but as soon as I caught a glimpse of our house I saw their damned expensive car. I sighed and stopped to calm myself down. I wondered if Frank already told them or if he was waiting for me.

I looked at my phone. It said 3:45 and I hoped they were tired and wanted to go to sleep like, super early. I opened our door and stepped inside. I stopped to listen but I heard nothing except for the subtle music that was on the TV. I walked further into our living room and noticed Frank on the terrace smoking. I smiled and went to hug him from behind. Unlike other times he jumped up and away from me.

"Oh, hey." He smiled a little when he saw it was me.

"Hey, sugar." I smiled and leaned in to kiss him but he was once again quick to pull away after. "So, where are your parents?" I asked him and decided to ignore his strange behavior.

"In the guest room, getting settled in and stuff." He told me and lit up another cigarette offering me one too.

"Thanks. You nervous, too?" I asked him and he just shrugged.

"I guess. I cooked something for dinner." Frank smiled at me as he blew out the smoke. If his parents weren't in the house I'd have my way with him right on this fucking terrace. I love when he smokes and looks super cute.

"Ooh, great." I laughed. "So, uh...you're gonna tell them?" I asked him finally.

"I wanted to, yes. But...I'm scared." He confessed.

"It'll be fine. I promise." I smiled reassuringly though I wasn't sure if I was soothing myself or him.

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I showered and changed into something Mrs. Iero would approve of and then went downstairs to help Frank serve the dinner. I set the table while he was finishing up on the food. Every time I as much as touched him in some way he stepped away from me and when I was sure no one would see I even dared to kiss his neck from behind. He told me to leave him alone and added please after a second as to not seem so rude.

I was upset that his parents were coming over and now he was giving me a cold shoulder for no reason? I tried to stay calm and be understanding that he was nervous so I didn't say anything. That was until we started eating. I greeted his dad who sat adjacent from me and he shook my hand as usual. Frank's mom though? She just said 'Hello' and ignored me for the rest of the meal. We ate mostly in silence except for when Mr. Iero asked Frank about his school and how he was doing then he asked me how was work and we all enjoyed the peaceful silence.

"So, Frankie, you said you were dating someone?" His mom suddenly asked. I put down my knife and chewed while I put the free hand on Frank's thigh to show him I was there for him. I smiled a little and waited for Frank's response. What he said made the food bitter in my mouth.

"Uh, yeah." I still waited patiently.

"Why is she not here, you said she would meet us." His mom beamed with curiosity.

"She, uh, she didn't have time today. She's sorry, but, uh, she said she'll make time sometime later this week to, um, to meet you guys." He managed to say. He didn't even blink and he didn't even look at me. My face fell and I didn't know if I wanted to be sad or pissed. I took my hand off of his thigh and stood up.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. If you'll excuse me." I said trying to hold my tears but one look at Frank was enough to make me so mad. I didn't want to stay in the house for one more minute. He didn't even look up at me as I stormed down the hall. I got to my room and slammed the door angrily but I still heard Frank's mom ask if I was jealous because of Frank's girlfriend, because after all I always looked 'quite fruity'.

If only she knew how fruity I was. If only she knew how fruity her son could be and what a great liar he was too. I kicked my bed and groaned out of frustration. I locked the door and got on my bed. I was so fucking mad and even more so because I loved him so much and I trusted him with this one but he had to fuck it up. I just got on my bed and fell asleep with tears streaming down my face. Like old times.