Pretty Boy (You Make Me Want To Live)

Suerte (Wherever, Whenever)

"So, um, I was wondering if you'd, uh, if, um-" Frank stumbled over his words, looking down at his feet and twisting his hands behind his back and looking down at his feet.

"Spit it out." Gerard chuckled, sitting up on his bed. Frank had come over to his house again, and on returning from the bathroom had stopped to ask... to ask...

"Maybewouldyouwannameetmyparents?"

"Eh?" Gerard frowned, not understanding a word Frank had just mumbled.

"I was wondering if, um, if maybe you'd want to meet my parents? You can say no of cou-"

"I'd love to." Gerard cut Frank off with a grin. He understood that Frank's parents meant a lot more to Frank than Gerard's parents meant to him- or his mother at least. Which also came with the linked idea that Frank clearly wanted their approval, something - again - that Gerard had picked up on in the early days of their relationship, having to constantly reassure Frank that he did look stunning and wasn't being annoying by always asking for said reassurance.

"You would? I mean-" Frank's confused frown turned to a grin, "yay! So, uh, I'll let them know and we can arrange a time for you to come over?"

Gerard just smiled softly, reaching out and tugging Frank onto his bed, "that'd be great."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Frank let out a quiet sigh, resting his head on Gerard's chest, keening quietly when Gerard started running his hands through Frank's hair. They were silent for almost ten minutes, just enjoying each other's company before Gerard spoke again.

"What're your parents like? You've met mine, and I'm gonna meet yours-"

"Well, um..." Frank started, sitting up and turning to face his boyfriend, crossing his legs.

"There's my mom, and she's really sweet, um, she doesn't really understand this whole cross dressing thing-" Frank cut himself off with a giggle, "but, ah, but she is coming round... then there's my dad..." his tone quietened a bit.

"Yeah?"

"He's, um, he's - to put it shortly - homophobic, but he won't say anything while you're there... he doesn't really support 'my lifestyle' especially with the skirts but it's okay y'know, he won't do anything as long as I'm successful in what I wanna do...

"But back to my mom! She got me into all the bands I like, and I usually go to concerts with her." Frank smiled, pausing momentarily, "so yeah, that's my parents."

"They seem nice." Gerard smiled back, watching as Frank nodded in agreement.

"Oh, uh, you like pasta right?"

"Yeah?" Gerard chuckled at the random question.

"No- it's- I'm Italian, well- I was born there but we moved here soon after, but my parents are Italian, and they like to live up to their stereotypes..."

"You're Italian?"

"Uhh, Yeah?" Frank smiled nervously.

"That's so cool! How come you never told me?" Gerard grinned, sitting up so he was facing Frank.

"It never came up I guess..." Frank shrugged, looking down and fiddling with a thread on his socks.

"Huh." Gerard hummed.

"What?"

"Well... I heard it was one very beautiful boy's birthday tomorrow-"

"Lucifer?" Frank giggled, looking up again.