The Fallen and The Found.
A new inhabitant.
A knock on the door interrupted Frank and Gerard's cuddly movie night. "Who's that?" Frank asked inquisitively, knowing he wouldn't know either. Gerard went to get up, groaning slightly at how he'd been sat for so long. "No really, its fine I'll go" Frank insisted, letting Gerard sink back down into the sofa cushions. Frank plodded to the doorway, rubbing his eyes slightly at the brightness of this new room he'd walked into, the hallway. He swung open the door and found himself staring at a woman he vaguely recognised, she'd been close to him in the past, if a little bitter, but she'd gradually disappeared from his life, and now she'd appeared for no reason at his house at seven in the evening.
"Um... Hi?" He said in a questionable tone.
"Frankie? Is that you?" Frank opened his mouth to answer but it was closed again by the woman's words. "Is that a tattoo? Oh Frank, not a piercing as well! Do you want to look scary or something?" The way she said this was not threatening, it was friendly, and she signalled with her hands before she embraced him in a hug. "So, eerrmm... Mother, what are you doing here?" He said politely, but calmly. "I hope it's okay, I just wanted to see you, I missed you, is it alright if I come in?" Frank noticed the freezing snow drift and was about to usher her in, before a gentle voice called out from the sitting room. Frank froze. "Who is it Frankieee?" His mother looked at him, instead of waiting for the answer she asked the same thing. "Who's that Frank?" She asked sharply, her friendly tone slowing dragging its way out of her. "Gerard..." He trailed off looking at the floorboards intently "And who is this Gerard?" She pronounced his name weirdly, raising an eyebrow. "Just a friend.." He felt his cheeks flaming, his Mother didn't notice this though. Just then, Gerard sauntered into the room, after not getting an answer before, smiling at their guest. Frank had to admit he was thinking about how stunning he looked, even in his scruffy, nighttime clothes. Frank's mother was eyeing him up suspiciously, but not thinking to much of it, until Gerard slipped his arms around Frank's waist, making Frank blush with passion. "Frank, is there something you haven't told me?" Her eyebrow shot up again. Gerard retreated his hands, realising the situation. "Gerard, this is my Mother." he shook her hand as she glared at him.
"Mother, this is my.... Boyfriend Gerard." He swallowed hard, hoping for her to hug him, tell him she always knew, and that she didn't care about who he loved because she loved him. Instead she shrieked at him. "How dare you frank!? You are a disgrace to the family!" Frank felt like he'd been slapped round the face "I'm sorry, what?" He challenged. "This is wrong on so many levels, how could you? You selfish excuse for a man." Frank tried to refrain from spilling those dreadful traitor tears. "How could you say that mom, you loved me five minutes ago, before you knew I was gay..." He added quietly. "Me and your father are strict Christians, Men should be with women, it was how god made us!" 'Fuck religion' Frank thought, he didn't speak aloud, just continued to glare at his hideous mother. "Mrs. Iero." It was Gerard that spoke up, Frank spun round in surprise. "I don't think Frank wants to hear this right now, maybe you should leave" he said this calmly and surprisingly composed. She opened the door and thick snow shuddered down onto the carpet, blocking her way out, it had been clear when she came in, but it had fell down, from the roof, jamming the exit completely.
"Oh." Frank let the sound pass through his lips "I guess you'll have to stay then." He took a sharp intake of breath and smiled falsely "Gerard, Why don't you go make up a bed in the spare room?" His mother smiled through her irritation. She gritted her teeth. "Thank you... boys"
Frank rocked back and fourth on his feet awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "Isn't Gerard a nice guy?" He said, trying to lighten the mood, it just made his mother scowl.
No answer.
"Shall I make you some coffee?"
"Tea, I only drink tea."
"Oh, okay...take a seat" he gestured to the squashy love seat facing the television. She nodded.
Frank wandered off to the kitchen, hoping that she would get off his case so she could get to know Gerard properly, he doubted it.
"Um... Hi?" He said in a questionable tone.
"Frankie? Is that you?" Frank opened his mouth to answer but it was closed again by the woman's words. "Is that a tattoo? Oh Frank, not a piercing as well! Do you want to look scary or something?" The way she said this was not threatening, it was friendly, and she signalled with her hands before she embraced him in a hug. "So, eerrmm... Mother, what are you doing here?" He said politely, but calmly. "I hope it's okay, I just wanted to see you, I missed you, is it alright if I come in?" Frank noticed the freezing snow drift and was about to usher her in, before a gentle voice called out from the sitting room. Frank froze. "Who is it Frankieee?" His mother looked at him, instead of waiting for the answer she asked the same thing. "Who's that Frank?" She asked sharply, her friendly tone slowing dragging its way out of her. "Gerard..." He trailed off looking at the floorboards intently "And who is this Gerard?" She pronounced his name weirdly, raising an eyebrow. "Just a friend.." He felt his cheeks flaming, his Mother didn't notice this though. Just then, Gerard sauntered into the room, after not getting an answer before, smiling at their guest. Frank had to admit he was thinking about how stunning he looked, even in his scruffy, nighttime clothes. Frank's mother was eyeing him up suspiciously, but not thinking to much of it, until Gerard slipped his arms around Frank's waist, making Frank blush with passion. "Frank, is there something you haven't told me?" Her eyebrow shot up again. Gerard retreated his hands, realising the situation. "Gerard, this is my Mother." he shook her hand as she glared at him.
"Mother, this is my.... Boyfriend Gerard." He swallowed hard, hoping for her to hug him, tell him she always knew, and that she didn't care about who he loved because she loved him. Instead she shrieked at him. "How dare you frank!? You are a disgrace to the family!" Frank felt like he'd been slapped round the face "I'm sorry, what?" He challenged. "This is wrong on so many levels, how could you? You selfish excuse for a man." Frank tried to refrain from spilling those dreadful traitor tears. "How could you say that mom, you loved me five minutes ago, before you knew I was gay..." He added quietly. "Me and your father are strict Christians, Men should be with women, it was how god made us!" 'Fuck religion' Frank thought, he didn't speak aloud, just continued to glare at his hideous mother. "Mrs. Iero." It was Gerard that spoke up, Frank spun round in surprise. "I don't think Frank wants to hear this right now, maybe you should leave" he said this calmly and surprisingly composed. She opened the door and thick snow shuddered down onto the carpet, blocking her way out, it had been clear when she came in, but it had fell down, from the roof, jamming the exit completely.
"Oh." Frank let the sound pass through his lips "I guess you'll have to stay then." He took a sharp intake of breath and smiled falsely "Gerard, Why don't you go make up a bed in the spare room?" His mother smiled through her irritation. She gritted her teeth. "Thank you... boys"
Frank rocked back and fourth on his feet awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "Isn't Gerard a nice guy?" He said, trying to lighten the mood, it just made his mother scowl.
No answer.
"Shall I make you some coffee?"
"Tea, I only drink tea."
"Oh, okay...take a seat" he gestured to the squashy love seat facing the television. She nodded.
Frank wandered off to the kitchen, hoping that she would get off his case so she could get to know Gerard properly, he doubted it.
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11/14/13