You're beautiful to me ||Frerard + Petekey||

Chapter Eleven: These are the words

Frank and Gerard had been hanging out for over three months at this point, laughing, playing video games, crying over said video games on a few occasions; you could say it was going great, which it was, but something kept nagging at Frank. He really wanted to ask Gerard out. Like, really really. Being the raging pansexual that he was, there was no way in hell he could pass off every time he caught himself staring at the sheer beauty that is Gerard with a quick "no homo" or anything of the sort, because he technically was a gay to some extent. Gerard had known he'd been staring of course, but he couldn't quite place why. He figured it was for the same reason that everyone else stared; because he was constantly picking at his skin. Even though he wore his black, knitted dollar-store gloves, as he always did, he was still constantly scratching at his skin. It was only when he was holding Frank's hand that he would instantly stop, and he would smile, and something about that just made Frank crumble. Everything about Gerard brought his world to its knees, and he wanted to let Gerard know.

"Hey Gerard?" He asked, sitting down on the patio steps as Gerard joined him in sitting. Gerard pulled out his lunch, and Frank didn't, and even though this was a daily occurrence, Gerard still worried every time. He held out half of his sandwich to Frank, who took it without complaining. He knew he wouldn't be able to finish it, but he didn't want to worry Gerard more than he had to.

"Yeah, Frankie?"

"Do you like me?"

"Do you mean as a person? Because yeah, I do. You're literally the coolest guy I know, and one of the sweetest, and- Well, I mean, you have your flaws. We all do. I-"

"I meant, like, would you date me?"

"Uh." Gerard knew there was no way not to tell Frank about his major crush. It was tell him or break his heart, and Gerard probably wouldn't be able to handle the latter. "Yeah." His cheeks dusted a honey-golden pink. "Why?"

"Oh thank god. I was worried you didn't feel the same way as me."

"Wait, you like me? And you thought I didn't like you? You're about as observant as a brick wall."

"Well I suppose so are you if you didn't know I like you."

"True."

A pause. "So you wanna go on a date?"

"Frank, are you being dead serious? If not, I will snap your neck with my thighs."

"Why would I be bet- scratch that. That's a question I'm not going to ask. Ah- And yes, I'm being dead serious."

"Then I'd love to!" Gerard wrapped Frank into a bear hug, which caused the other to wince a bit. He set down the half-eaten triangle of a sandwich back into Gerard's container and wrapped his arms around the other, giving up on trying to eat even that small amount. Instead of focusing on the sharp pains in his stomach, or how he felt like his ribs were jutting our like daggers and stabbing into Gerard, he focused on breathing in every detail of Gerard he could; The  light, greasy scent of his cherry-dyed hair, the way he constantly smelled like sweat, presumably from being nervous all the time, but it was a comforting kind of disposition to Frank. The way Gerard's ear twitched a bit as he smiled, the skin on his chubby cheeks moving a bit as well. All these were things Frank never wanted to let go of, and he hoped that he could discover more as he continued on their conquest of a relationship. Fuck, that sounded cheesy, but at least it was distracting Frank from all his insecurities.

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The two met at a little diner in the center of Belleville. It wasn't much, and way too pink and peppy for Frank's liking, but Gerard seemed to enjoy it. They had donuts behind the counter, and just the thought of eating one made Frank feel nauseous. Well, the thought of eating in general was making him feel nauseous, but that wasn't exactly something he could choose to avoid.