The Fic Without a Title

“Good luck with that.” He muttered before going to do the dishes.
I quickly walked after him, picking up a towel and drying the plates.
“I don’t expect you to completely just fall for me, and I wouldn’t ever want you to. I like you for who you are, feistiness and all. You’re amazing and I think that we’re going to end up being really good friends, and if that’s all we become, so be it. I want you to be comfortable if we end up in a relationship, and I certainly don’t want to force you into one.”
He shuffled around, awkwardly handing me a glass, though he seemed more at ease.
“T-thank you. I um, I would like us to be friends first, to get to know each other. You know, the deep stuff.”
I chuckled softly. “The deep stuff? Like what?”
“You know, like, what’s your favourite band?” Gerard asked, finishing the dishes and walking back to the table, sitting down and gesturing to the seat next to him.
I sat down, grinning at his idea of a deep question. “I like the Misfits. What about you?”
He looked extremely conflicted before putting his face in his hands and whispering ‘I don’t know. I literally love all of them.’
I laughed for a minute, enjoying the way his face contorted as he joined in with my laughter.
“Okay, favourite colour?” I asked, grinning widely.
“Black, because I am literally a typical emo.” Gerard laughed, smiling. “You?”
“Same. I’m emo to the extremo.”
He was drinking at the time that I made my comment, making him spit some of it out laughing.
“And what does your mum think about your emo to the extremo lifestyle?”
“Oh the normal. You know, ‘this vampire thing is getting to your head’, ‘you’re gay now too, aren’t you?’, ‘please tell me you don’t worship Satan, I don’t think I could handle that’. Yours?”
He laughed, his smile never faltering. “Pretty much the same, except my mum knows I’m gay. She’s cool with it,”
“That’s awesome.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Mikey and Pete walking down the stairs.
They were giggling and being insanely cutesy with each other. I thought I was going to vomit. I made a mental note to never be like when Gerard and I were in a relationship.
They walked in, Pete looking embarrassed and Mikey looking less angry.
“Gerard. Pete’s staying the night.”
Gerard groaned, shooting me this look that could be described as a plea for help.
“Frank? Do you want to stay the night? I mean, we go to the same school so I could take you tomorrow.” Gerard’s voice trailed off as he started blushing.
“Um, yeah, that’s be great. Just let me call my mum so she doesn’t worry about me.” I said, excusing myself out of the room to call her.

Notes

Eek, forth update today.
-LoveLikeWarped