Devil's Work (Frerard / Priest!Gerard)

Nine

Nine

Working at the church on Thursday was uneventful, mainly due to the fact that Gerard had to go through a shit ton of forms from parents wanting to get their child into the local catholic school for the following year, meaning I was left to sort through the hymn books on my own, with him in the next room. I didn't mind too much, and just shoved my headphones in for the duration of the task before heading home to a dinner that was served with a vegetarian option for me.

When Friday came around I found myself with plans. Which was annoying, as I had to go to the church first. I hoped to explain to Gerard that I needed to go early, and hopefully he'd understand and I could just make the time up the following week.

It wasn't anything too major, but Kellin was having a 'small' party round his house, and our whole group of friends had been invited.

"You have to come!" Oli had told me in music. Kellin had gone off in search of a better amp, and the two of us were sitting in the practice room waiting for him to return "Kellin's parties are always epic. His parents are out all weekend so he dosen't even care how big it gets. Plus his house is pretty damn big."

"I guess" I nodded, knowing it would be stupid not to go to a party when I was the new kid trying to establish my friendships. Isolating myself at that point would have been a fatal mistake. "Parties don't really tend to be my scene, but i'm sure I'd enjoy it anyway."

"Ah, but you haven't been to one of our parties yet" he tutted "we play decent music, and we don't drug the punch bowl. You only get drunk if you want to, you only have sex if you are sober enough to want to, and you actually tend to have a good time. Plus, you can always crash on the sofa is you don't want to go home and face that family." Kellin came back into the room clutching an amp with both hands as he spoke.

"Oh yeah, you're welcome to stay over Frank if you get too drunk to go back your family" He added enthusiastically as he set the amp down and plugged it in, the sound of static filling the room, which he continued to talk over "It's going to be great."

"Yeah okay" I grinned, picking my guitar back up "I'll come. But I won't be there till later on as I have to go to the church for an hour and then head home to get changed and tell them where i'm going."

"That's okay, i'll need some time to set up anyway. Gotta put a lock on my parents door. Last time me and my friend Jack spent forever trying to get the stains out of their bedsheets. It was a miracle we did it in time." He grimaced at the memory.

"Ew, too much information dude" Oli made a gagging sound.

"Tell me about it" he shuddered back, making me laugh "do you think it's socially acceptable to put bin bag covers over the beds? Or will that be a bit off putting?" we all laughed at that, imagining someone trying to get off on the bed only to be lying on top of a black plastic sheet.

"Somehow I don't think that would go down to well. Besides, I doubt anyone will even go upstairs. Most of our friends are too classy to do the dirty in your spare bedroom - leave that to the popular crowds" Oli ran his thumb over his sketchbook, which he seemed to take everywhere with him, as he spoke.

"Yeah don't worry Frank, my parties never really get that sexual. It's mostly just a bunch of teens getting tipsy to Nirvana."

"Sounds like my sort of thing" I smiled, feeling genuinely excited for the coming evening.

"Hello?" I shut the church door behind me "Gerard?"

"Frank! Hey!" He came down the stairs, a ballpoint pen stuck behind his ear, just about visible against his jet black hair, and a few forms tucked under his arm "Come on up, i'm nearly done with paperwork."