I Didn't Mean to Fall in Love (But I Did)

Gerard Has A Nice Ass

"You really should've asked me first," Frank says.

"Yeah, I know. I should have, but I assumed you'd have told me not to, so I figured I'd get it over with," Gerard replies.

"You needn't have bothered. I could've told you how the conversation would go without you needing to call him. Aaron likes to talk about himself, I never really noticed it until I reflected on it, but he does. He doesn't really care about other people's feelings, so obviously he doesn't give a shit if I never loved him or not. He just wanted me as an accessory. Like a handbag or a bracelet. That's all I ever really was to him. I was just an accessory for his arm."

"Well I hate Aaron, but I will give him one thing, he does have good taste," Gerard says.

"Not really."

"Well he thinks you're attractive doesn't he? That's something. He's still a dick who I would very much like to run over with a steamroller, but he isn't an idiot where it counts."

"You're celebrating his taste in men because he dated me?" Frank asks, "Maybe you're both just blind."

"Or maybe you're not giving yourself any credit."

Frank rolls his eyes, "Whatever. So other than Aaron telling you that he has no intentions of backing off, was there anything else he said or asked or anything?"

"Um, I don't think so," Gerard responds. "Mostly I got the impression that his pride was really hurt by you dumping him, so to regain what he lost, he's trying to ruin your life, and by extension, mine. Though I think we all know who's won here."

"Well no offense, but your competition wasn't exactly very outstanding, Gerard," Frank shrugs.

"Are you saying I'm just so amazing that I outshine Aaron, or Aaron's such a twat that he would be outshined by a lump of clay?"

"Both."

"I'll take it."

Frank smirks, "Good, because that's the most you're gonna get."

"Thanks," Gerard says back, putting his head in his hands to stare at Frank across the counter.

"So what do we do about this then?" Frank asks.

"That's a good question."

"Aaron's not going to stop trying to make my life hell, that's been established. I need a job though. I can't just not have a job because a stupid ex won't let me breathe in peace. I need money so that I can afford to buy things and what not, and for cash I need to have a job or become really fucking fantastic at poker overnight. I also can't just leave the city either. I'm assuming getting a job out of New York might cause his reach on other people to be muted, so a few miles out, I might be able to get a job, but I can't just leave because of him. I won't be driven away because Aaron's a bitch, that's like admitting defeat."

"No, you're right. Your life's here."

Frank nods, "Exactly. You, Pete and Patrick, everyone I care about is here."

"You care about me!" Gerard giggles.

"Shut up," Frank says, shaking his head at the childish grin on Gerard's face. Gerard just smiles back at him gaudily.

"Well that doesn't answer the question about what we're going to do. We can't exactly kill Aaron, can we? We've got to come up with a good solution."

"Killing Aaron seems like a completely agreeable thing to do," Gerard says, looking so serious that it almost concerns Frank.

"We're not going to kill Aaron!"

"I don't see why not," Gerard says, folding his arms across his chest.