Memories

"Frank, wake up."

I rolled over, mumbling an excuse as to why I should stay in bed, when the curtains of my room were dragged open allowing the light of the morning to flood my bedroom.

"Come on, Frank. It's Friday," my mom's voice reminded me. "One more day of school and you're off for the weekend."

The word weekend immediately sparks my attention and I shoot upright in my bed, my eyes opening and then closing as the light hits.

"But I don't feel well-" I try on an act but my mom's glare cuts me off and I begin to pull the covers from over me and get out of bed. A triumphant smile spreads across her face and she motions to my desk where my Batman mug sits.

"I made you a coffee," she smiled. I reached out my arms lipmly, whining because I couldn't reach it. "And also, Gerard called," she added, glancing at me in an instant. She laughed quietly when she saw how my eyes lit up and I shifted in my bed.

"What did he want?" I asked, trying to sound casual after a few minutes of staring at her.
"He wanted to know if you'd like a lift to school today-"

"Yes, tell him yes." I jumped out of bed and ran over to grab the coffee, drinking it quickly before shooing my mom out of my room and getting dressed. Slipping on the first clothes I found, I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and run my hands through my hair. Making my way back into my room to pull on my combat boots and to grab my school bag.

I could hear my mom talking on the phone before she came into my room again, telling me that Gerard was on his way. "He said you should wait outside for him," she smiled, kissing me on the head as I said bye and practically sprinted out of my room towards the front door.

As I stood at the end of the driveway, I continuously glanced behind me to make sure my mom wasn't watching out of the windows. To my relief, she wasn't. The curtains were still closed in all of the downstairs windows, and I figured she'd be in the kitchen making breakfast, rather than upstairs.

When Gerard pulled up after about five minutes, he leaned over the passenger side seat to open the door for me, smiling and signalling with his hand for me to come over. Mikey was in the backseat of the car, obviously having been told to by his older brother once again.

I smiled back, slightly running towards the car and slipping into the front seat next to Gerard, who immediately started the engine and began driving down the road and towards the lane to school. Mikey stayed quiet the whole time while me and Gerard drowned eachother in conversation from things such as comic books to sleeping, from coffee to art. It all seemed to have a link, even when Gerard classed art as painting and I classed art as the music I make with Pansy, my guitar.

I glanced behind me to see Mikey staring at me, an absent grin on his face. He spoke for the first time since we'd been driving. "You guys have really hit it off, haven't you?"

I coughed slightly, adjusting the zip on my jacket. "What?"

"Never mind," he sighed, the grin still present. Wow, great going Mikey. Way to make it awkward.

"Alright, guys. We're here." Gerard stopped the engine outside of the school and Mikey let out a laugh.

"Thanks, dipshit. It's not like I didn't know what my school looks like."

"Watch your mouth or I'll only be letting Frank ride in my car," Gerard smirked and leaned over the seat to Mikey. "Now get out."

"Meet me at the vending machines?" Mikey asked me, and I tilted my head in confusion.

"Aren't I going with you?" I wondered out loud, and Gerard sat upright slowly.

"Uh," Mikey fidgeted, trying to suppress a smirk. "Not exactly. Bye!" He called before I could say anything else and quickly exited the car, leaving me and Gerard sat in silence.

"What...do you want to talk to me about?" I breathed out when Gerard's hand touched my arm, causing me to realize I was tensed up.

"What was last night about? Like, what did it mean?" I felt Gerard's hand move to my hand and he began to play with my fingers. My breathing caught short and I barely managed to choke out a reply.

"What do you think it meant?" The words left my lips and I let the question hang for a few minutes before I added, "Do you want it to mean anything?"

Gerard chuckled quietly, the corners of his lips twitching up. "Uh, yeah. Actually, I do."

I tried to ignore the way my palms started to sweat as he linked his fingers with mine, and the way my heart sped up a little as he started to lean in towards me.

"Well then, I'll see you after school and we'll go somewhere," I smiled and closed the gap between us, my lips skimming his gently before I released my hand from his and opened the car door to step out. "Bye," I waved as I shut it and began heading towards the school cafeteria to meet Mikey by the vending machines.

School went by a lot slower than it usually did, which fucking sucked. I was looking forward to seeing Gerard again, and that made the day drag. I wondered if Gerard had plans for us, even though I was the one who suggested we do something. What about Mikey? Would he mind?
Apparently not.

"Dude! So did you and Gerard make it official?" Mikey yelled from across the hall as he approached me, his stick-like legs moving as fast as they could.

"Shut the fuck up," I whispered, a little too harsh when he bounded up to me. "Do you want me to get my ass beat?" I looked around me to make sure that nobody near us had heard, and to make sure I wasn't getting any funny looks. To my relief, everybody seemed casual.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he became a lot quieter but still waited for an answer, watching me carefully.
"And, uh, yes. Yeah, I think we did." I blushed slightly, my eyes avoiding his widened ones as he tried not to jump up and down like a school girl full up on energy drink.

"I know you guys are going out tonight. Gerard texted me. Don't worry, I don't mind leaving you two love-birds alone," he smirked down at me and I went to punch him playfully in the arm, but I hesitated.

"Y'know, I just wanna say thanks. Thanks a lot, for everything. I never would have kissed him first if it wasn't for you." I sighed, then chuckled. "I'm gonna stop being all sappy now."

Mikey cringed slightly, laughing. "That felt weird, let's never do that again."

"Agreed."

We nodded, laughing and heading towards the school parking lot where Gerard would pick us up and drop Mikey off home. I had no idea where Gerard and I were going or what we were going to do, but I hoped it would involve talking. I liked talking to him. I felt like I was actually being listened to, and I knew he wanted to help in any way he could.

Gerard was parked right at the end of the lot, and Mikey grumbled the whole way there. "...Fucking lazy ass-"

"What was that?" Gerard grinned at Mikey as he slipped into the back of the car.

"Oh, nothing." He slumped in his seat and pulled on his seatbelt as I laughed. When I sat in the passenger seat Gerard's hand immediately reached out to take mine, and he started the engine with his other hand. I didn't understand how he could drive with only one hand, but he managed.

"There you go Mikes." Gerard pulled up on the curb outside of their house and Mikey thanked him, slipping out of the car and running towards the front door.

"Now, where to?" Gerard turned to face me and smiled, tilting his head to one side in a way that made my stomach flutter.

"I thought you had a plan?" I challenged him, cocking my eyebrow.

"You're the one who suggested we do something, so I'm leaving it to you." He released my hand he was still holding to cup my face and peck my lips before starting the engine again. "Tell me where to go and I'll go there."

I hesitated, thinking of all the possible places we could go. There was the cinema, but no doubt it would be full of cocky youths. I thought about the beach, but the weather wasn't that nice, considering it was July. Then I had a brainwave.

"Okay," I beamed. "Go straight ahead and turn left on your second turn." I stopped myself from bouncing up and down in my seat, and the seatbelt helped a little, too.

"Yes, boss," he laughed, saluting in my direction.

I admit, it was maybe my fault that we got lost after an hour and a half if driving, and it was maybe my fault that we ran out a full tank of gas...and maybe it was also my fault that we were in the middle of nowhere, too.

"Dammit," Gerard sighed, slapping the steering wheel.

"Y'know, it's not the steering wheel's fault. You shouldn't take it out on it."

He chuckled slightly, turning towards me. "Well, it's not that bad, actually. I mean, we're in the middle of nowhere, sure. But I'm with you, it's dark out, and there's a little field right next to us."
"What are you implying, Way?" I blushed, pulling my sleeve-covered hands towards my face to hide it.

"I'm implying that we go sit out in the field so I can get reception on my cell phone-" he pulled out the small device and showed me the lack of bars. "And maybe we could make this night worth something."

I nodded, a serious expression on my face. "Yeah, sure. I mean, it is my fault. I forgot where to go."

"No, no, it wasn't. Where were we meant to be going, anyway?"

"I'm not telling." I mimicked zipping my lips and throwing away the key. "I'll take you there some other time. I want it to be a surprise."

Gerard groaned in impatience, but nodded. "Well, shall we?" He stepped out of the car and walked around, opening the door for me and holding his hand out the way a chauffeur would.

"You're my boyfriend, not a chauffeur," I complained, then we both froze. Was he my boyfriend? Had I just completely ruined what we had by a stupid slip of the tongue?

"Boyfriend?" Gerard managed to choke out. "I'm your-"

"If you want to be," I cut in, trying to make it less awkward and put less pressure on him, but his face broke out into a grin and he nodded furiously.

"Yeah," he smiled. "Yeah, of course." He leaned down and caught my lips with his, the kiss lasting at least five seconds before he pulled away. "So, are you gonna ask me, or is this it?" He smirked.

"Oh, shit. Yeah." Great, Frank. Way to ruin the moment. "Uh, will you be my boyfriend?" I asked quietly, and he nodded.

"Meh, I guess so," he joked, and I faked hurt, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, if that's the way it's going to be-" I started, but Gerard cut me off with another kiss, laughing as he spoke. I leaned against the car.

"Yes," he mumbled against my lips. "I'll be your Gerard."

"And I'll be your Frank," I mumbled as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back.

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