I decide that instead of going to a thrift shop, I might as well go to some more expensive place and find expensive clothes, just so Gerard doesn’t think I’m poor anymore. I creep out of Gerard’s house, even though I don’t have to be sneaky, more just for the fun of it. I even sweep right past him, and I see him shiver from my icy coldness. It’s night out; I figured I better do this when it’s closed so that there isn’t random floating clothes everywhere as I try to put them on.
I walk through the wall of a random shop, grunting with effort. Once I’m in, I head over to the boys department, figuring that I’m probably small enough to still fit into it. When I was alive, I was a large child’s. I head into the boys’ department, and put on my size of jeans (a gentleman never tells), but they can’t go past my hips. I figure it must just be that brand, so I grab a different pair of the same size, but those, as well, only go up mid thigh. What the Hell? They’re like three sizes smaller. Dejectedly, I pull off my pants and head to the mens department in my briefs.
Oh my God do I see some shit. There’s something called Ed Hardy, and it basically looks like a cheap 25 cent temporary tattoo machine threw up all over it. There’s also a shirt that reads “Black Veil Brides” on the front. I don’t know what it is, but I guess the girl on the front is kind of pretty.
I find my size of jeans by grabbing the smallest size, but even then, they’re so long that I have to roll up the cuffs just so they don’t drag at my heels. Sidebar- the jeans were at first pretty confusing. There’s straight, slim, boot cut, skinny, and super skinny. Since I’m small, I grab skinny jeans. They kinda squish my balls, but they make my butt look good in the mirror so I figure why not. I find my shirt size by doing the same. I select one outfit, also stealing from the shoes department. I grab a pair of blue Vans, dark skinny jeans, a grey button down, a black sweater with a blue tie. Quickly finding another outfit, I select a black blazer with a red button down, red Converses, and yet another pair of skinnies. I find that I’m starting to get my own style. I also find this camoflaugue jacket that I really like, which I pair with a solid black t shirt with the collar in the shape of a v. And yes, again with the skinny jeans. On the last one, I decide to try the slim jeans, since I am slim, and those fit more comfortably than the skinny jeans, while I don’t like the way they look quite as much. I pair them with a green plaid shirt, a black puffer vest and green Converses.
I’m on my way out with the clothes (that I shoved under my shirt so they wouldn’t just be floating in my hands, in case someone does see me), when I see the underwear department. Deciding to prove Gerard wrong, I look through it and select a package of bounderwear department. Deciding to prove Gerard wrong, I look through it and select a package of boxers. I try them on, but don’t really like how loose they are, or how my junk sorta moves around in them. I decide I’ll wear briefs beneath them, just so Gerard thinks I’m capable of wearing them like a normal kid from his era would. I try on boxer briefs out of curiosity, and OH MY GOD THEY’RE AMAZING. They don’t reveal as much leg as briefs do, but they’re just as comfortable. I grab a package of boxers (One’s blue and plaid, another’s solid red, and the last pair is blue camoflague). I also grab a package of boxer briefs, (a grey striped pair, a solid navy pair, and a black pair). There’s these really cool looking ones that only come in individuals, and I take like seven pairs. They have American Eagle written on the waistband. I get a pink pair, a bright green/yellowy pair, a light blue pair, and a green pair. I also get a orange pair covered with Eagles.
As I walk home, I realize that I got a lot of fucking underwear. I guess I did need quite a few, what with my current ones getting all old and growing holes and Gerard making fun of my current selection.
I change into my new clothes in Gerard’s room, dressing myself in the light blue pair of American Eagles and my outfit with the tie. I’ll wear that when I meet with Gerard tomorrow, show him that I’m not poor. When I was actually alive, my family was moderately wealthy.
The next day, I see Gerard. I meet him on his way home from school, and God does he look happy to see me.
“Frank!” he greets. He looks me up and down, blushes, and compliments, “You look really nice.”
I blush myself, and I’m dead. I reply, “Thanks, that’s really sweet.”
“Do you want to come in?” Gerard offers. “We can go up to my room and um-”
“Actually, no,” I respond.
Gerard looks hurt. His eyebrows furrow, and his forehead creases as his hazel eyes are augmented with his hurt puppy look. He shifts his footing, crossing his arms self-conciously. He stammers, “N-no?”
“I want to come in,” I explain. “But not for sex. Today… I want to…” Gerard’s head is hung, so I lift his head to meet his eyes.
“I want to meet your parents,” I finish.
Gerard’s eyes swell with joy as he breaks away from me, only to hug me. He kisses me on the cheek, and pumps a fist in the air, shouting, “Yes!”
“Hey, fag!” I hear a voice yell.
Gerard and I both turn, to see some boys on the other side of the street glowering at Gerard. Gerard begins to visibly sweat, as he tucks a hand behind his arm, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “H-hey guys. Wh-wh-what’s up?”
“W-w-w-w-w-w,” the boys all imitate. They begin to cross the street, when Gerard takes my arm, declaring, “Let’s go, Frank.”
We begin to walk, so the boys approaching start to run. Gerard peeks back, yelps, and begins to sprint, as I go along with him. Once we’re in his house, the boys bolt up his porch, banging on the door. One of them actually tries to open it, and Gerard and I have to throw all of our weight against it in order for him to lock it.
“Freak!” one of them shouts, and then they all depart.
Gerard stands on his tippy toes to look out the window on the door, and then pants, “I think it’s safe.”
“Gerard?” I question. “Who the Hell were those guys?”
“Just… just some classmates, fucking around,” Gerard mumbles.
“Are… are you being bullied?” I ask.
Gerard shrugs, and his eyes well up with tears. He starts up the steps, calling over his shoulder, “I don’t want to talk about it. I think it’s best you go.”
I clomber up the steps after him, stopping him in his doorway. I press him against the door frame, running a hand through his hair.
“Hey. It’s alright,” I comfort. I press my lips against his, and he allows me to push my tongue into the back of his throat. I trail a hand up his side, lifting his shirt up to his ribcage. I move the other down the back of his pants, just exploring his body.
“EW!” someone yells.
Gerard suddenly shoves me away, his face beet red. “M-Mikey! You weren’t supposed to be home!”
The bedheaded Mikey stands in his own doorway across the hall, his mouth twisted into a disgusted sneer. “I’m home sick. I didn’t know you and Frank were… I didn’t even know you were…”
“I’m gay, okay?!” Gerard demands. “And if you can’t deal with that, too bad.”
“That’s fine,” Mikey replies quietly. He grabs Gerard by the shoulders and rams him against the wall, shouting, “JUST DO THAT IN PRIVATE NEXT TIME.”

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