Frerard-Complicated

Chapter 13: The End

Gerard:

When Gerard woke up, his first feeling was one of extreme happiness. Then confusion: why was he so happy? He looked around him, and the answer became clear. Frank was lying in the bed with him, asleep, wrapped around him with his head on Gerard's shoulder. Oh, right, thought Gerard, memories from the night before flooding him. For a moment he allowed himself to close his eyes and just be happy. Then a sense of dread flooded him. For today was the day Frank had agreed to sleep with Jamia. Last night he had been sure that he didn't care, that he would wait as long as it took for Frank to tell people about him. But today, he wasn't sure. He didn't know that he could deal with watching Frank be with....her. He sighed audibly, and the small sound made Frank stir, eyes fluttering open. He moved his head down to kiss Frank, hoping and praying he didn't have morning breath. But judging by the intensity with which Frank returned his kiss, he was okay. "Morning" Gerard said, somewhat shyly. "Good morning", Frank replied. His hair was all messed up, his fringe falling over face and the spiky back flat, and Gerard reflected that it was the best bed hair he had ever seen. 

They lay there together, promising that they would get up in just a moment, honestly. Finally, Mikey knocked on the door, being extra nice because of Gerard's supposed recent heartbreak, asking if Gerard wanted breakfast. Gerard froze. Shit. Mikey hated Frank now, and wouldn't understand how Gerard could possibly forgive him. "Um" he began, but then Mikey barged in, seeing Gerard and  Frank huddled in bed together. To Gerard's surprise, he didn't react beyond rolling his eyes and muttering: "I KNEW it....." Then he awkwardly offered Frank breakfast too, which Frank declined, equally awkwardly, then fled. They lay there for a few hours more, cringing and laughing at Mikey's reaction, then Frank glanced up at the clock. "SHIT" he shouted, pulling on his boxers and jumping out of bed. "I'm gonna be late...my parents have this barbecue thing, and its where I have to meet Jamia, and I'm gonna be so late." Trying to ignore the Jamia thing as much as was humanly possible, Gerard said: "A barbecue? In December? There's snow outside." Frank grimaced, remembering the cold hours outside Gerard's window. "I know...its weird. Its like a family tradition, the annual winter barbecue. Its awful, especially when you don't even eat meat" Gerard nodded. "So....you're going now?" Frank nodded. He had his jeans on now, and was reaching for his shirt. To be polite, Gerard stood up and started to dress as well. 

When they were done, Frank stealing some of Mikey's hair gel and Gerard's eyeliner, they faced each other, smiling awkwardly. Frank bit his lip, and all Gerard could think was that he wanted to beg him not to do it, not to go to Jamia. But all he could do was smile. God, he was pathetic. Frank shuffled from foot to foot, looking at the floor. "Will you come with me? To the barbecue" he said shyly, as if he were asking Gerard to the fucking prom. Gerard wanted to say no, for his self respect and dignity's sake, but he found himself nodding. "Sure" he said, and Frank grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the front door, remarking on how much nicer it was than coming in the window. As they walked along the road, still holding hands, Gerard thought he was going to be sick. It was bad enough knowing Frank was going to be with Jamia, but how could he actually watch them act like a happy couple in front of their parents? What had he done?

They came to Frank's street, which had cars parked all up and down it, and Frank let go of his hand, pulling away from him slightly. Gerard clenched his jaw, and Frank walked slightly ahead of him,  When he got to the door, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys, and Gerard tried to pretend he wasn't staring at his ass. Inside Frank's house, there was quite a party going on. It seemed that the Iero's winter barbecue was a pretty big deal. Frank went up to a man and a woman, who were standing far apart, huge fake smiles plastered across their faces. This must be Frank's parents. Frank stayed with Gerard for a bit, introducing him to people as 'a work colleague' which was both hurtful and an awfully fancy name for someone who worked where they did. Frank could have at least called him a friend, Gerard thought, trying not to meet Jamia's eye. Jamia was standing across the room from Gerard, grinning at him. She had won, and she knew it.

Gerard wanted to leave. Frank had gone to talk to someone else, and he was left with the food, which was admittedly delicious but didn't stop him feeling like shit. Everyone was giving him funny looks, probably because he was attempting to eat his body weight in food, but it really didn't help. He looked for Frank, but could only meet the eye of Frank's mother, who was staring at him with distaste, and Jamia, who was still grinning maliciously. Fine. That did it. He was going home, and he was going to lie on the floor and cry until Frank came out to his parents. Oh yes, he was taking the mature course of actions. Then, Frank jumped up on to a chair. "Um...excuse me? I have something to say" he said awkwardly, and everyone fell silent, staring at him.

"I realise this is going to shock some of you, but, I'm 18 now, and I want to tell you, and I promise I've thought this through, and I'm sure. I'm definately sure" he said, looking at his mother, who was looking at him, confused, her fake smile wavering. Frank took a deep breath. "I'm gay. I've kind of always known, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. But its the truth." Frank's mother dropped her glass, and Gerard saw Jamia scowl furiously. "And another thing", Frank said, smiling, and jumping off his chair. He walked over to Gerard, and took his hand. "Mum, Dad, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend."

The end

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