Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter six- part two

Frank grabbed Charlie's truck keys off the counter and told him they were leaving. Gerard followed him outside and climbed into the passenger seat, cringing when the door slammed harder than he intended.

"So... how are we gonna do this?" Gerard asked, trying to break the silence as they drove down the empty highway.

"I don't really know. I guess if we see him, I'll just tell him you're my boyfriend." Frank replied.

"Okay, I don't know how that will make him jealous if he doesn't think you even have feelings for me, but I guess we can do that." He said resting his elbow on the window and laying his head in his hand.

"You just want to touch me you sick bastard." Frank grinned, making Gerard laugh.

"Oh yes I can't help myself. I want your sexy body." He replied. Frank remembered that he'd seen him naked twice and blushed.

They remained quiet until they got to town and parked outside of a two-story house, still smaller than Gerard's, but big no less. Frank shut the truck off and took a deep breath.

"You ready?" He asked Gerard.

"Am I allowed to flirt with Quinn while we're "together"?" He grinned, making quotation marks with his fingers.

Frank rolled his eyes, "Only if you want Bert to lay a smackdown on you."

Gerard pumped his fist in the air, "Woo hoo! Possible threesome!"

Frank punched him in the arm and opened his door, "Get out of the truck you whore, we have work to do."

Inside the lights were dim. Music was blaring and the floor was thumping under their feet. All furniture was pushed against the wall making the large living room into a dance floor. Almost everyone had a red plastic cup in their hand as they danced and talked, and it was obvious that it was beer they were drinking by the smell that filled the room. Gerard wondered to himself how Quinn managed to get that much booze but he didn't bother asking. Instead, he followed Frank to the kitchen where Quinn was sitting on the countertop, his legs wrapped around another boy's waist as they kissed heatedly.

"Jeez Quinn, the nights hasn't even begun yet and you're already spreading your legs!" Frank teased.

Quinn detached his body from the other boy and jumped off the counter, smiling.

"You're just jealous because it's not you that's between them, buttface." He said, sticking his tounge out at Frank.

"GERAAARD! YOU CAME!" He screeched when he noticed him lurking behind. He ran at Gerard and flung his body into him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. Gerard looked over at Frank and the boy who appeared to be Quinn's boyfriend, and gave them an almost frightened look, patting Quinn on the back. The other two boys laughed at Gerard's face and the unnamed boy came over to them.

"He's always like this. I'm Bert, that lunatic's boyfriend." He said, smiling and holding his hand out to Gerard.

He pried Quinn off of his body and shook Bert's hand. "I'm Gerard."

"My boyfriend!" Frank interrupted, walking over to Gerard and putting his hand on his shoulder, awkwardly.

"Yep," Gerard smiled and put his arm around Frank's waist, "He's my wittle Frankie doodle." He pressed a quick kiss to the shorter man's temple.

The other couple looked at them like they were insane. Quinn was the first one to speak.

"I thought you hated him?" He questioned.

"No, I was just frustrated." He said, smiling sweetly, and giving Quinn a just-agree-with-me look. Quinn got the hint.

"Oh! Oh right. I knew you couldn't hate him. He's too sweet. Hey Bert, can you go get them some drinks, please."