A Kiss and I will Surrender || A Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 11

Frank entered the record and instrument store with a smile on his face. His mom had dropped him off here, after they had visited the cemetery, and Frank was more than glad that she had done so. Visiting his fathers grave hadn't been that pleasant to him. He had always loved his dad a lot, he was the one who introduced him to music and bought him his first guitar. Frank swore to himself, that he would get far with his music. Not because his dad had always wanted that for him or so, but because he wanted to show his father just how much music meant to him, and that he would never have felt about it like this, if it wouldn't have been for his dad.

He pulled his sleeves up and looked at all the different guitars. His dad had bought him his first guitar here and Frank bought his second guitar, Pansy, here as well. Frank knew that he couldn't afford another guitar right now, but looking wouldn't hurt. Fuck, okay. He was wrong. Looking does hurt. That matt black Gibson up there was absolutely beautiful. And absolutely out of his price range.

"Wanna play it?", Ray laughed and walked up to Frank.

"Fuck, Ray, since when do you have it here?", he asked and turned to look at his friend, who wore that stupid name tag with way too much pride.

"Since like, 20 minutes maybe", he laughed and reached up to take it down from the wall, where it was hanging. He gave it to Frank and gestured to the amp in the corner. "Knock yourself out. Just not too loud, but you know that anyways", he shrugged and walked back to the register to take care of a customer. Frank grinned and sat down on the stool next to the amp and started to set everything up. After he was done he started to strum the guitar a little, smiling at the sound.

"Fuck, that's awesome", he whispered and started to play some random songs before changing to some riffs. Frank wasn't thinking about what he was actually playing right now. He just played what felt right.

"Yeah, I think that one really belongs to you", Ray laughed as he joined Frank a few minutes later.

"I wish", the younger sighed and turned the amp down. "I mean, I could sell my kidney and I would maybe have enough money for it", he laughed slightly as Ray shook his head.

"So", Ray started, pulling a stool up to Frank and sitting down. "How was it?"

"Shit", he chuckled. "He's a fucking dream guy". Ray patted his shoulder gently. "He will take good care of Gerard, he likes almost everything Gee likes and he also doesn't have a problem with mental health problems. Like, we talked about depression and stuff and he had no problem talking about it. He knew about Gees problems and immediately accepted them and fuck he's just perfect", he groaned and pulled at his hair slightly.

"See it as a good thing, Frankie", Ray sighed and Frank looked back up at him. "He will make Gerard happy".

"I really hope he will", he frowned. "I don't know how he could stay so positive though".

"What do you mean?"

"He told me that both of his parents committed suicide", Frank whispered and looked down at his hands, holding the guitar a little closer. Ray ran a hand through his fro and looked down.

"Fucking hell", he whispered, making Frank look up in shock. "That's something where even I swear", he grinned for a bit before it fell again. "Does he know about Gee?".

"I have no idea. I didn't tell him about it. I have no right to. He didn't mention it though, so I guess he doesn't", Frank trailed off.

"I might gonna tell Mikey about it, if Gee won't mention it to him I mean. Just in case", Ray stated and got back up, because of another customer. Frank nodded and put the guitar down gently. He went over to the rack with all the different guitar strings and picked his usual pack, Ernie Ball Power Slinky, paid and left.