Just Like Spiderman, Only A Bit Creepier

It's totally okay to jack off to the thought of a creepy guy who you barely know and then go watch him being bored while making coffee for total strangers. Totally okay, as long as that guy doesn't know it. Right? Whatever.

The point is, it's Frank's fourth cup of coffee and most of the people who were here when he came in have already left, but he doesn't care.
What he does care about, however, is currently strolling over to get him a refill, and crap, Frank, make yourself look like you're doing something, flashes through his mind before he stares down at the German textbook that is laying open in front of him.
He doesn't remember opening it, but he pretends like he is interested in a picture of a little girl in a toy car- how is that important to the German lessons, God knows- as Gerard walks up to him and takes the empty cup.

He's actually read maybe two lines (he's read more, but he only managed to translate two) in German before giving up and waiting for his coffee. He stared at Gerard who, again, completely gracelessly dragged himself over to the table. Frank glanced around to see he was actually the only person left, and a little wave of guilt went through him when he realised Gerard could be, like, having a nap in the back of the store or catching up with his friends or something, if he wasn't keeping him here.
Gerard did look really bored, though, so Frank really didn't think about what he was doing as he pulled on Gerard's too-big hoodie when he turned around to leave. What he got in response was just him slowly turning around, widening his eyes for a second and then raising an eyebrow. He would have looked sassy, if it wasn't for the fact he looked like he came straight out of a very shitty zombie movie.

"Sit?" Frank grinned, and wow, where did that come from? You don't just invite people to sit with you, especially if they are, a) on the job, b) showing no interest in you, c) the person you thought about when you had the dirtiest fantasy ever, or, in Gerard's case, all three.
And then Gerard sat down, and Frank thought about rewriting the argument under b).

"Gerard, right?" Gerard nodded, and Frank noted how he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, but chose to ignore it. "I'm Frank." Gerard nodded again.
"I know." And gave no other expalnation.

They sat in silence for a couple more minutes, but it was comfortable, in a way.
For Frank, at least- he was glad Gerard didn't run from him and called him a psycho and- oh, right. He doesn't know about Frank's psycho tendencies. Which is a-okay with Frank.

"You come here often?" That totally was a pickup line.
Or, well, Gerard was probably curious as to why he sees Frank here 24/7, but the pick-up line thing made way more sense. Way more.
"Uh, yeah," Frank looked up from his German textbook (he wasn't even reading, but it was better than staring creepily at Gerard). "I like coffee, well obviously, but it's kinda quiet here. Sometimes." Gerard nodded, and then his eyes widened and he stood up.
"Am I, like, intruding?" He didn't really look like he wanted to leave; the booth was obviously comfier to doze off in instead of standing up and leaning against the counter.
Frank rolled his eyes. "You're forgetting that I was the one who invited you to sit." And then he added, in a quieter voice, "Stay."
Surprisingly, again, Gerard just sighed and sat down.

This was honestly a little bit crazy, Frank thought. They don't even know each other that good. But he wasn't gonna comment on it because Gerard's hand was on his arm and- wait, what? He raised an eyebrow, but Gerard wasn't looking at him. Or, well, he was, just not his face.
He was running his fingers over Frank's tattoos, and okay, they were definitely past the 'strangers' thing. Unless Gerard did this to everyone who had a tattoo. Which, okay, kind of made him a bigger creep than Frank was.
And then Gerard pulled his hand back, rubbing his wrist and blushing. "Uh, sorry. Just, I- artist, and. Tattoos." He wasn't making any sense, but Frank understood. Kind of. At least he wasn't a creep. Not that much, anyway.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, I get it, kind of." Gerard looked relieved. "If you don't mind me asking, won't your boss be like, mad that you're not doing your job?" Frank glanced around. There was no one here so, okay, there wasn't really a job to do, but still.

"Nah, Brendon is pretty chill. Plus, you're kind of the only person here." Gerard almost smiled. Emphasis on the 'almost', 'cause it was more like, the corners of his mouth twitching up like he knows something you don't know. And Frank has seen that smile before.
"Holy crap," Frank's jaw dropped to the floor, "You're Mikeyway's brother."
"You didn't know?" Gerard didn't look annoyed, more like, super surprised. "I thought everyone knew that. Then again, 'super popular' doesn't really go hand in hand with 'creepy older emo brother', so I guess I can't blame you."

Was he kidding? "Are you kidding?" Gerard tilted his head to the side, like that cute thing dogs do, only with more eyeliner and less fur. "You're not creepy." Well, maybe a little. "And you're not emo." If anything, he looked punk rock, but Frank doubted anyone in their school even knew what that meant. Gerard rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, no, totally not emo." He pointed to the thick layer around his eyes, but his heart wasn't really in the argument anymore, so Frank counted that as a victory.

Then the door opened, and Gerard shot up, because, hey, he's still working. "Oh, hi, Leah." It was that short haired girl with the glasses; she just smiled back at him. She had earphones in her ears, though, so either the music was off or she was a really good lip reader. "The usual?" She nodded, and then smiled at Frank too.

He waited untill Gerard gave her her order, then they exchanged some looks, and he sat with Frank again. Frank was wondering how did Gerard even know her, but apparently Gerard is a mind reader because he just said "That's Mikey's girlfriend."
"She a freshman? Because I've seen her in one of my classes." PE, he thinks, though that was one time. Neither of them really show up in that class very often.
"Yeah." Gerard sighed. "She has awesome music taste, though, so we hang out sometimes." "Because that's totally not pedophilic." Frank blurts out, and then thinks oh god oh god I fucked up, and Gerard gives him a look and this is it, they're done, he won't be able to jerk off to the thought of Gerard anymore because in his mind there will be a picture of Gerard, Mikey and Leah having some sort of a sick threesome and- and then, Gerard laughs.
It's a honking, loud laughter, but it makes Frank smile because he can at least stop thinking about incest-y threesomes.

Notes

Short. But you know what they say, poison comes in small bottles.
Or something.