So this one looks okay. Not too small and it isn't too big. It kinda works. I hope Frank likes it. His suit is one I seen in Gentlemans Quarterly. It was made from silk, no cotton and everything was fancy material. This place isn't as packed as it was when I came here last time with Lindsey. Frank isn't 'fashion material', but he's fitting in well. Everyone knows me well enough to call me by my first name.
"Wow Gerard, what's the occasion? Victoria Beckham releasing a new collection?" I heard a voice behind me. Once again, running into her.
"No. I'm buying my boyfriend a new tux. Why are YOU here?" I yelled to Lindsey.
"Same reason. He's coming to my premiere. You know, the Victoria's Secret show coming up? I'll be on the Runway." Please stop it Lindsey, when will she learn that she can't turn me on anymore?
"Yeah, I'm not going."
"Why not? It's gunna be awesome. I heard Justin Bieber's going to be there."
"JUSTIN BIEBER CAN GO SUCK A DICK!" And with that, I went back to the dressing rooms to check on Frankie.
Why does she even try? I love Frank not her. I KNOW she's trying to make me jealous, I do. I remember I used to love her dearly. I still don't know why she would even pick HIM over ME! I'm Gerard Way! Fashion Icon, Millionaire, and I'm everything a girl could ask for! I'm going to make her want me back.
"How do I look? Mr.Rices got it fitted." He asked.
"Good. Really love it Frank." He went back into the fitting room and then I seen LynZ sitting next to me.
I still love her deep down. Not really a 'love', but more like a 'miss'. I miss her. But now, she's going to want ME! I feel that it's wrong and I get that but I might want her to suffer to. A heart for a heart.
"My Husband's getting a tuxedo. YOu know, that new one by Westfield Manor H-"
"Yeah, I know. Mine too." Frank came out holding it on a hanger.
Frank's Point of View.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" I asked Gerard. I looked at her; She hurt my Gerard! I hate her! I would never do that to him.
"Buying my husband some-"
"Let's go." Gerard said interrupting me.
"Yeah I think you should go Gerard, after all, it's not like your little nephew could actually afford anything in here anyways." I felt like throwing a punch at her but I can't because I have manners and she's a 'lady'.
"I love him for who he is, Lindsey! I don't care about the money he has."
"You mean the money he doesn't have?" She laughed as her 'husband' (I assumed) came out wearing the exact same thing I just tried on.
"Come on, Frankie." Gerard went to the register guy and I followed him.
"We'll take this." He said angrily.
"8,980." Gerard gave him his credit card and then a bunch of people came to put it in a fancy looking plastic wrap.
"Don't mind her Frankie, she's jealous because I moved on before she did." Gee said giving me a hug.
"You didn't move on, you still love her." What did I just say? I probably ruined everything we ever had.
"Frankie, what are you saying?" I shouldn't say anything for a while. Maybe that should clear things.
"Thank you." Gerard said carrying the bag. I followed him out to the rent-a-car. This place is so big, fancy with a hint of the urban look. Not my taste at all. When we got in, I didn't ay much. I was still embarrassed about what his ex LynZ said about me, about being poor. He probably believes her. SHIT, I'M CRYING!
"Frankie, what's wrong? You can tell me." Just start the damn car.
"She HURT you Gerard! Please don't take her back! Ever, I thought that you loved ME! I can see it in your eyes, you look at her like you still want her-"
"FRANK! It's not that. It's just..."
"JUST WHAT?"
"Just that I want revenge. I want to be the best that I can be. I just want your help Frank." What should I say now? I really want to maintain this relationship and I can't lose one of the two friends I've ever had.
"That's actually not a bad idea. How about, you become famous again? Imagine yourself being hotter than everyone in the business? Seriously, when Drake sings, it sounds like he just got out of bed. 2 Chains always states the obvious. You can be cooler than them, but in the modeling business."
"Modeling? I'm toads not modeling material."
"GERARD! Are you kidding me? You are so fucking hot, it isn't even normal! You're so hot that I swear you're going to melt through the Earths core. And seriously, do you ever look at yourself? Because every time I do, I can't help but fangirl over how perfect you are! There would be so many celesexual girls out there!" The truth comes out.
"Whoa Frank, I wouldn't say I'm that hot. In fact, I wouldn't even say that I'm hot-"
"Oh. Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. You know you're hot! And after Prom, you're going to be a model!" He started the car and I wiped my tears. Once we left, we headed back to the private jet. It wasn't a fancy jet, it was pretty small and it was fancy though.
On the entire ride home, Gerard was talking me all about modeling, what it would take and the benefits So, I'm sure the worst case scenario would be him taking a stupid photo that People magazine has a big bitch-fit over. Other than that, I can picture Gerard his cute little revenge on his ex. You SEEN the way she treated me, I feel insecure now and that's going to change. But I have a strong feeling like this is going to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!1!!!! When we got back in the United States, Gerard took me to my porch. Where my parents ruined my chances at a kiss. Even though my and Gerard only kissed me- pardon. Even though I only kissed Gerard once, I wanted to do that again so badly!! His slimy lips on mine rubbing together and OH!
"So umm... thanks for the suit. I like it and sorry I got mad at you."
"It's fine, Frank. And... I'll see if I can find some Company names we'd like okay?" He gave me that bag and then we got all awkward.
"Then I'll see you soon okay? Don't forget about Prom, okay?" I said quietly so my parents couldn't hear. He grabbed my freehand and came closer to me.
"Can I kiss you?" He whispered. I leaned on the door and put the clothes hanger on the doorknob. I slowly wrapped my arms around his shoulders while his were around my waist pulling me softly closer to his. Pretty soon, I could feel his breath and my heart was skipping some beats. Then he pushed his on mine. His lips were a little dry but I licked them so that they weren't. Is this actually happening? Is THE Gerard Way kissing me on my doorstep? Are his hands ACTUALLY on me right now? Goodness. But before I knew what I was doing, I moved my hands down to his ass and I stopped myself.
"Sorry. I wasn't thinking and-Sorry. Umm... Bye." I said.
"It's cool. I'll just go then okay? Bye." I got the key my Mom hid above the doorway and opened it. I heard his car pull out and I closed the door. It was all dark in the house even though it was only 11 p.m. (23:00). Mom and Dad must already be sleeping. Maybe if I quietly just-
"It's not going to work." Mom said.
"I tried." I gave her a hug and she smiled.
"I told you he likes you." She said.
"Mom! You were watching?" God, she probably seen my grab his ass like that.
"No, I just assumed you guys were doing the unthinkable."
"MOM! Stop. We weren't having sex. I'm pretty sure it's illegal in the U.S., & I've only kissed him twice. That's all."
"What's in the bag?" She asked.
"A suit I'm using to go to prom. I'm taking Gerard." I hope she doesn't ask where I got it.That would ruin everything. She would never let me leave the country by myself.
"Where'd you get it?" Oh dammit!
"Not anywhere special. Well... I'm off to bed, 'Night Mom."
"Not so fast. You know I keep up with the latest news from all my favorite artists and designers... and I was reading a tweet."
"Oh really? From who?"
"Lindsey McCraken. She said 'just seen Gerard Way and his little boyfriend Frank today at the Revenue Shop in downtown Milan.' Care to explain why you left the Country and didn't tell me?" Oh no, I'm dead. SO dead.
"Gerard offered to buy me this tuxedo when I asked him to go to Prom yesterday, it fits so I don't see what's the big deal. I'm safe-I'm home-I'm okay. That's all that matters, right?" Please say yes! Please say yes!
"Okay fine, but next time you go outside the U.S., tell me." Strict.
"Okay. Goodnight Mom." I went straight to my room without getting something to eat from the fridge.