Photograph of You (Frerard/Rikey)

My Chemical Romance (5)

-Gerard's POV-

"So long, and good night..." Frank played the last few notes of the song. A few weeks had passed since the band was made, we had already written a song as a band and Frank had finished the one he was working on with help. The music Mikey and I wrote had also been improved and finalized, making up a good four or five songs already.
I sat on my bed with Frank, Mikey and Mom went out a while ago, leaving the two of us. We'd been working on the song that I wrote with a Mikey after grandma Elena died a few months back. At the time, it helped me to cope with my grief.
"Wow... just wow. Dude, that song has so much emotion behind it, you bring that out so well. I'm sorry about your loss by the way, Mikey told me about it before you got home today." Franks eyes were glassy, I could tell that he's on the verge of tears either from the song or from sympathy.
"It's good, I miss her but I'm doing alright with it. She lived a good life, and died peacefully." I hugged him close to me, letting him cry silently on my shoulder.
Over the past few weeks, I've been growing closer to Frank, my feelings for him growing stronger. I met his dad as well, he's a cool guy and I can see why Frank likes him.
"Thanks Gee, for putting up with me I mean." Franks voice was that quiet one from that first day of school. He hadn't cried in front of me until now, and really it wasn't truly in front of me because I can't really see him.
"Don't worry about it dude, that's what friends are for." He said something I couldn't really hear. "Can you say that again?"
"I didn't say anything." He pulled away from my hug, rubbing his red eyes and brushing his hand through his messy hair. Either way, it still fell in front of his eyes a bit. I blushed a small bit, it was cute, the way his hair did that.
"My hair hates me, I swear." We both got a good laugh out of his comment. "No, I think it just likes to be annoying." I was fighting the urge to brush it out of his face, that would be weird and he'd think I'm weird if I did that. His fingers tapped the sheets of my bed, a thinking habit.
"You know, I'm glad I met you, your really cool Gee. That and your truly a good friend, I'm lucky to have you as a friend." There was a hint of red on his cheeks, but it's hard to tell weather that was from him crying or if it was a blush.
"Yeah, same to you. I'm glad I met you two Frank." He smiled up at me, the both of us where short but he was still shorter than me, only by a few inches though. He reached up and brushed my hair from my face, making eye contact with me, he's sending mixed signals. "God I know your going to hate me for this, but it's better to be up and honest about it..." he messed with his hands a bit, biting his bottom lip in a nervous way.
"What's wrong, Frank?" He shook his head.
"It's not what's wrong, kinda, more as what's right. What's right is I met you, what's wrong it how I feel about you."
"Frank, you lost me." He sighed, reaching up and kissing me. He pulled away. "I like you Gee but I know you probably don't feel the same way. I mean, what are the odds that fate smiled on me that-"
I didn't let him finish his sentence, kissing him and interrupting his sentence. His eyes opened wide, but he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around the back of my neck.
"Fate smiled in both of Frank, thank the higher powers for that." He nodded, seeming speechless.
"Y-yeah, I guess it did huh? Does Mikey know?" I shook my head, a smile on my face.
"Does Mikey know... what does Mikey not know when I comes to me?" He smirked.
"Your not wrong. What about your mom?"
"I don't know, she's been so out of it since Elena died. What about your dad? Does he know?" I returned his question with an answer and another question.
"Yeah, I wasn't worried about him not excepting me, he doesn't have room in his heart for hate, he's truly amazing." He smiled to me,
"So, what does this make us then? I don't want to rush things so I'll leave that up to you." I watched him, mesmerized by everything he did.
"Well, we could say friends with benefits, but that sounds... weird. If your not against the idea, could I call you my.... my boyfriend?" His cheeks where a bright red, I smiled.
"If that's what you want, can I call you Frankie?" He covered his face with his hand. "If you want to, no one really nicknames me though so it'll take some getting used to."
I ruffled his hair, brushing the messy fringe from his face. "Alright then Frankie, wanna watch a movie or something?" He nodded.
"Do you have an horror movies? Those are always good." I smiled, he had a good taste in music and movies. "What kind of question is that? Of course I have horror movies, dude those are the actual best." I got some popcorn from upstairs and put on the movie, turning off the lights and cuddling close to Frank with a blanket over us both.

Song of the chapter: Party Poison