Stuck (Frerard)

Frank's Girlfriend- Chapter 10

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The reason I'm good at making myself look as a girl is because I'm actually non-binary. I don't tell people though, because nobody believes its a real thing. The only people that know are people who follow my Tumblr blog.
I'm good at makeup, I have heels and skirts, and I already have long hair. I can totally fool Frank's dad. This should be fun.

I open my closet door. My heels are still there, so I put those on. The feeling of my feet being lifted about 3 inches off the ground is weird. Then I have my skirt. Can't wear it. My legs are too hairy. Do I have leggings? Yes. Great! I put on the leggings and the skirt. Now for the top. I put on a padded sports bra that doesn't fit well around my masculine rib cage. I then pull on a casual grey shirt that I got from the women's department. It makes me look like I have a feminine waist. I also have my leather jacket to cover my arms. Great. I look in the mirror:
I have simple velvet 3 inch spike heels that cram my toes into a point. I have plain black leggings under a red and grey plaid skirt. My light grey v neck t shirt is tucked in. Then, I have my leather jacket. I guess I should do makeup.
I do I simple line over my lids, wings are too difficult. I already have tweezed brows, and I don't need a filler. For my lips I just put on a simple red lip gloss. I brush my hair (which was a struggle because of how knotted it is) and part it on the side of my head. I look ready to go. I haven't worn a full feminine outfit in a while. I forgot how nice it is. I feel pretty.

I text Frank:
Ok, what's your address? I'm going to walk over there now.

He replies quickly and I use Google maps to get to his house. When I'm there, I knock on the door 3 times. I just realized my fingernails are so ugly. I'll have to put my hands in my pockets for most the time. I'm hoping I won't have to stay long and talk to Frank's dad.

Frank answers the door. He gazes at me from my heels to my hair in awe. When he notices his dad coming up behind him, he motions for me to come in.
"Hi babe," he says casually. I'm shocked at his greeting at first, but I remember that I'm supposed to be his girlfriend.
"Hi Frankie,"
I wrap my arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. He moves one arm around my waist.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend,"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jackie," I try to use my most convincing girly voice.
Frank's dad didn't seem suspicious of me. He just mumbled a soft 'okay' and went into the kitchen. He motioned for Frank to follow. Frank glanced at me with concern before following.

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Frank's P.O.V.

I glanced at Gerard with concern before following.
"Frank, you chose well. She's a hot one. Have fun with your girl, and don't get her pregnant, okay?" My dad looked at me with a sense of pride in his eyes. Was he actually proud of me for once? This is weird. It seems he doesn't know Gerard is actually a boy, so that's good.
"Okay dad,"
He clamped a hand on my shoulder before excusing me. Gerard was waiting on his phone. I knew my dad was watching us still, so I slipped my arm around his waist again.
"Ready hon?" He smiled at me.
"Let's go,"
As soon as we were out the door and out of sight from the window my dad was watching us through, I told Gerard, "Okay, he can't see us anymore," and I moved my arm away from him, and he took his arm off my shoulder. It was nice holding him while it lasted.
"So, where did you get all these clothes anyway?"
Gerard's face looked guilty, though he was trying to hide it.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me. I don't care if you do drag," I tried to comfort him.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you,"
"Yeah? Try me,"
"Frank, I'm non-binary, and sometimes I'll feel more like a girl. That's it," he looked extremely guilty now. I understand. I know about non-binary. When you go to LGBT memes on Tumblr, which I do often, posts about everyone shows up, non-binary included. Does that mean Gerard wants 'they' pronouns? I'm sure I can remember those.
"Okay, cool,"
Gerard stopped walking. We were almost at the apartment. I could nearly see the dumpster.
"What?" He asked confused.
"I said that's cool. Do you want me to call you 'they' instead of 'he' now?"
Gerard looked at me absolutely perplexed.
"You- you aren't gonna tell me I'm fake?" Gerard said in a small voice.
"No,"
"Oh," Gerard relaxed.
"'He' pronouns are fine," he began walking again.
"Ok. You are very pretty, by the way,"
Gerard smiled and looked down.
"Thanks,"
When we got back to his place, I thanked him for letting me stay here. I definitely feel a lot safer away from my dad. Gerard went to go back to his room to change. Something about his ribs being crushed. He came back in the same outfit, just with a flat chest and black socks. He really looks hot. This is confusing. I thought I'm gay, but then Gerard shows up wearing this skirt, and he looks amazing, and I don't even know anymore. I've never been attracted to girly stuff before. Maybe since I know that it's Gerard it changes things.

He sat next to me on the couch, a bit closer than most people would sit next to me.
"Have you eaten dinner yet?" He asked. I haven't, but I don't want to trouble him.
"I'm gonna order a pizza. You like plain cheese?" He didn't wait for me to answer to anything before he hopped up from the couch and wandering to the kitchen to order a pizza. When he was done, he sat back down next to me with a pack of cigarettes and the TV remote.
He pulled out one for him, and handed one to me without saying anything. He lit his, then handed me the lighter, and I lit mine. We smoked in silence, not even awkward silence, but peaceful silence until there was a sudden loud knock on the door that broke the quiet. Gerard scrambled from the couch to answer. I watched him as he paid and took the box to the dinner table. The aroma filled the air. Gerard took out two plates and put a big slice on each. He then walked back to the couch, sat down, and handed me a plate.
"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to, I'm just trying to make up for the coffee," he shrugged as he flipped on the TV. He was holding his cigarette in between his pointer and middle finger, and then holding his plate with the same hand. He went to Netflix. This is starting to feel a little bit like a date. I'm not complaining or anything.
"Wanna watch a movie?" He offered.
"Yeah,"
"Have you seen Jumanji yet?"
"No, but I heard it's really good,"
"Let's watch it then," he says as he clicks on it.
We watch the movie and eat pizza. He laughs through most of it. It's nice to hear him laugh. Usually he's so quiet.
When we finished dinner, we began smoking again. I didn't know that he's a smoker too. We probably had more cigarettes than we should have. I usually don't have more than 3 a day, at most. But in total, I've had 6 today. Oh well.