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4. Kiss the boy

An// ^^^^this video is actually the cutest thing.

Frank and Lindas 'family breakfast' was interrupted as 'Never gonna give you up' spewed out from Franks phone.
"Seriously, honey," his mother sighed. "Why is that still your ringtone?"
"Why not?" Frank shrugged as he answered. "Hey, art boy!"
His mother gave him a look, and Frank was pretty sure she knew he was gay, but he had friends now who were also gay, and he had Jamia, and he didn't need to confess once again.

"Hey, Frank, you busy?"
"Not really. You ok?"
"Im fine. But need to be out of my house all day."
"And I'm your first choice of company?"
"Who said you were my first choice?"
"Umm,"
"Im kidding, you were, don't sound so surprised, Halloween boy."
Franks mum gave him another look, he rolled his eyes at her.
"Well, I'm not dressed yet but if I give you my address you can meet me here?"
"Okay. Thanks so much"
"No problem, you sure you're ok?"
"Of course not. see you!"
Gerard hung up and Frank slid his phone into his pyjama pocket and rushed upstairs. Reluctantly, his mum cleared up his half eaten toast.

It was another abnormally cold day and Gerard was regretting not bringing a hoodie. When he brought a hand out from a jean pocket to knock on the door it made him gasp.
"Hey," Linda smiled as she answered "You must be Gerard."
"Yeah, Is Frank down?"
"Not yet. You can come in though, its cold. Do you want tea?"
"Thank you, no I don't need tea."
Gerard walked into the kitchen-come-lounge and smiled at his surroundings. It was smaller than his own home but it seemed far safer, warmer, like the very furniture was holding him.

Frank came hurtling down the stairs, and damn that small punk boy needed to stop wearing tight jeans and oversized jumpers because he looked good, and Gerard needed to wait till the concert to admit his crush. Despite its obvious reciprocation as Frank blushed at his smile.
Linda raised an eyebrow.

"You look cold" Frank commented
"Wow. Its cold outside and im in a t-shirt, and I'm cold??"
"I was gonna offer you a hoodie....."
"They wouldn't fit me."
"Why are you being so mean to me this morning, art boy? I got dressed for you."
"How generous."
"Shut up and stop deflecting. What happened?"
Gerards breath caught in his throat as they left the house. How did Frank already know him this well? How could he wait the 20 days until October 10th?

"Just my parents adhering to societies heteronormative bias."
"That bad, huh?"
"Pete fucking Wentz slept the night in Mikeys bed and my parents are still convinced they have two perfectly straight sons."
"Would it really be better if they thought, or knew, you liked guys?"
"No. It would probably be worse. I just...."
Frank hugged him in response and Gerard swore his heart skipped several beats.
"Hey, you're shivering, coffee?"
"Always."

They spent the morning drinking coffee, eating cookies and messing with the jukebox, and the afternoon playing Mario Cart at Franks.

~

Dallon hadn't meant to walk into the music room just when Ryan and Brendon were kissing like their lives depended on it, but whatever. So things went. To be expected.

He really shouldn't feel as jealous as he did, but it just so happened that the more Ryan kissed his boyfriend, the less Dallon liked him. He had started out thinking they could be best friends, identical music taste, similar sense of humour and a weakness for a certain Brendon Urie tying them together.

Then Brendon decided to tear their friendship apart with a romantic but tragical date that left Dallon enviously green and understandably heartbroken. He could have probably withstood it, though, if not for Brendon hooking up with him on a regular enough basis for him to never let go of his schoolboy crush.