Coffee Stains and Sound Waves (frerard) [SLOW UPDATES]

Part 17

I glanced at my watch, wondering when my small fuck-machine of a boyfriend was going to visit, when my phone started to ring. 

~mom~

"Hello?" Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and we're close, but she doesn't call me often. This was strange.

"Hey honey, How are you?" 

"I'm fine, how are you?" What could be so important she had to call me? She barely knows how to turn her phone on ('No mom, that's the volume button, it won't do anything unless you turn the phone on.') 

"I'm alright."

"How's dad?" I glanced back at my watch. Two minutes until lunch.

"He's fine. How's work? Has anyone bought any of your paintings yet? Are you seeing someone?"

Okay, she has obviously been talking to Mikey, because she never asks about my love life. Never. 

"Works good, no, I haven't sold any paintings and yes." I took a deep breath, knowing she was probably going in to shock. The last person I was 'with' was a girl in high school. 

"Oh my gosh, Gerard, tell me about him!" 

"How did you know it was a him?"

"Um, Mikey was here before." I knew it. "I had him order some things from the rainforest website for me, like a new teapot and a gardening set."

"The rainforest website?" What the fuck?

"Yeah, the one on TV. It has orange boxes and they use tiny helicopters to deliver things."

"Amazon?" 

"That's the one." My mom acted older than she was. "When do we get to meet Frank?"

"I never told you his name."

"Mikey did. We're free tomorrow night, six PM. Nice talking to you honey, bye."

Click.

Well, no way am i getting out of this one. Looks like Frank's meeting my parents tomorrow.

Ding ding.

I turned to see Frank walking towards me.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He walked round the counter to wrap his arms around me and peck my lips. "What's up?"

"My mom has invited us over for dinner tomorrow." I freed myself from his grip to go into the back room and make some coffee. 

"Cool, I was wondering when we were going to meet each other's parents."

"No, not cool. My mom is crazy."

"That makes two of us then."

I shoved his shoulder playfully. "Stop."

"Stop what?" He wrapped his arms around me from behind. You know, for a grown man, he sure was clingy.

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