You're The Only Hope For Me

Chapter 2

When Frank came back with their plates, Gerard was hit with a strong pleasant scent. It couldn't have been from any of the food on the table. It smelled musty and made his mouth water. Almost like a pot roast with all the spices and seasonings possible. It nearly made Gerard's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Here you are, gentleman" Frank said as he filled up all three glasses with more ice water. "Can I bring you anything else? A1 sauce for your steak? Anything?"

"No we're good" Mikey said with a mouthful of steak.

"Actually, do you want to sit with us?" Brendon smirked and Gerard's eyes grew wide. The only open seat was next to him and he didn't know how long he could sit next to Frank before jumping on him and licking his face.

Frank looked a little hesitant. "I probably shouldn't."

"Nonsense. It's just us and them" Brendon said pointing to the table of grandmas. "You can spare a few minutes." Frank sat down awkwardly as he looked between all three of them.

"So Frank. Tell us a little about yourself." Brendon insisted. Fucker was obviously on a mission and Gerard fought back the groan at the back of his throat.

"Well I'm Frank, oh right I told you that. Um, I've lived here in Belleville all my life. And my grandparents practically raised me. I have a dog named Sweet Pea and that's about it I guess."

"Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" Brendon asked.

Frank chuckled. "You guys are definitely more interested in my life then anyone else has been lately." Frank paused as he scratched his neck nervously.

"Definitely no girlfriend. I'm gay, so. But also no boyfriend. They just don't really understand that the diner is my life" Frank shrugged. Brendon sent a knowing glance towards Gerard who was eating quickly while absorbing everything Frank said and did. He talked wildly with his hands and he had a cute little smile.

Wolves weren't gay, straight or bisexual. They only felt a compelling attraction to their mate, and the Goddess was not above matching same sex couples. No body even batted an eye about it, it was so normal. Unfortunately humans do have a specific sexuality and while usually it's said the Goddess takes this into consideration when matching mates, it's always a tricky game of chess to have a human for a mate.

"What about you guys?" Frank interjected, suddenly feeling like he was being interrogated.

"Well I'm Brendon. Only child. Handsome, charismatic, basically an entire package" Brendon said as he flashed a big smile at Frank. Gerard kicked him under the table. "These guys here are two halves of a whole idiot also known as the Way brothers. This is Mikey and that is Gerard". Brendon was lucky he was also an alpha because if he wasn't, Gerard would have dragged him outside and tore his windpipe clean out of his throat by now.

Frank shook Brendon's hand, then leaned over and shook Mikey's. He finally turned to shake Gerard's and the moment they touched, it was like fire erupted inside of him. Frank looked at him almost concerned because Gerard was clutching onto his hand like his life depended on it.

After a few moments, the two men let go and Frank took this as his opportunity to leave. "I'm sorry to run fellas, but Mrs Jones and the gals look to be about done so I should check in with them. Enjoy your food" he said with a smile as he stood up and walked away. Brendon and Mikey spent the rest of the time chatting back and forth about god knows what, but Gerard ate silently as he kept an eye on Frank.

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"So, be honest. Tell me how it was" Frank pressed when all three were standing in front of the register getting ready to pay.

"The steak tasted like steak" Mikey said with a straight face.

"Okay?" Frank laughed.

"Believe me, that's as close to a compliment as Mikey fucking Way will probably ever get" Brendon laughed. "My chicken was fabulous, by the way." Frank turned to Gerard waiting for his feedback. He almost seemed like that one was the most important one.

"The lasagna was honestly some of the best I've ever had" Gerard spoke. "I will have to come back and have some more." Frank smiled widely and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright guys, total is $21.91." Brendon elbowed Gerard.

"Pay the man, Gee" he said.

"Fucking assholes" Gerard murmured as he fished out his wallet from the back pocket of his skin tight jeans. "I've paid for everything this entire weekend".

"Don't forget its daddy's credit card, Gee. And your parents are rich as hell, therefore you should always have to pay."

Gerard rolled his eyes as he handed a black platinum credit card over to Frank.

"I-I'll need your phone number" Frank stuttered, suddenly turning a little pink. All three men looked at him confused. "You know, I-Incase your card declines later and I can call you."

It was a lame excuse, even for Frank, but Gerard didn't miss a beat as he grabbed a slip of paper and a pen off the counter, scribbling his digits across it.

"Call me if it doesn't work. Or call me even if it does, you know. Whatever". Gerard's instant confidence was quickly derailed with his awkward wording and he also turned pink in response.

"Well this was fun, but we've got to run. Thanks for the grub, Frankie!" Brendon called out as he practically dragged Mikey after him. Frank handed Gerard the receipt to sign and Gerard added a $50 tip onto it, writing give to the good looking waiter. Frank didn't even notice the extra writing as he handed Gerard back his credit card and a copy of the receipt.

"Thanks Frank" he called as he walked out the door. His wolf didn't want to leave, and the musty scent of Frank became more and more distant. Getting in the car, Brendon had taken the passenger seat and Mikey was sat in the back. It only took Gerard a second after the door closed before he turned and punched Brendon in the arm.

"The fuck?! What was that about?" Brendon cried in pain.

"What the hell was that about?" Gerard rebutted as he pointed back to the diner.

"Just trying to help you, Gee, damn" Brendon sulked against the window. Gerard started up the car and headed out of the small parking lot with his headlights pointing towards home.