The Fic Without a Title

“Can I see?” I couldn’t wipe this stupid grin off my face. It was almost embarrassing, but he seemed amused by it, which was cute.
“Of course.” He opened the door and turned on the lights. There were so many posters that I couldn’t tell what colour the wall was, there was a file cabinet thing that that ‘Comic Books’ written on it in what I assumed to be Gerard’s bubbly handwriting. Clothes were scattered on the floor, though it was okay. There was a bed, though it looked unimportant compared to his cd collection, which I was becoming seriously jealous of.
“I’m really sorry it’s so messy.” He mumbled, picking up the clothes.
“Dude, it’s fine, I promise. Your cd’s look very organized.” I said, making him blush.
“Um, yeah. They’re alphabetized by the name of the composer and arranged from their earliest album to their latest.” He explained, smiling.
“God, that’s killer. Did you think to arrange them by genre too?” I asked, mostly to tease him, though I regretted it as soon as I saw the serious expression his face took on.
“Most of it is punk rock, so I really didn’t feel the need. Do you think I should?”
“Um, no, I was joking. But erm, if you ever need help grouping them I can help you.”
He laughed before muttering ‘I might have to take you up on that.’
“So,” Gerard started, sitting on his bed while I looked through his comic books. “What do you like to do for fun?”
“Your mum.” I said, grinning at him.
He burst into laughter, taking a few minutes to calm down.
“I honestly did not see that coming.” He said as soon as his breathing went back to normal. “But seriously, you’ve got to have some type of hobby.”
“I play the guitar. A lot. What about you?” I said, fondly imagining my guitar.
He shifted a bit before speaking up. “I draw. I like to sing too, but I’m pretty bad at it.”
“We should start a band. I can do rhythm guitar, you can sing. My friend Bob can play the drums.”
“Mikey and Pete play bass, but I think Pete has a band.” He said, smirking.
“We’ve got it all figured out.”
Gerard smiled, nodding. “What shall we call our band?”
“Personally, I vote for ‘Gay Emos Hip Hop Dancing’, but that’s just me.” I said, chuckling as he grinned.

Notes

Can you see why Frank wasn't allowed to pick the name?
-LoveLikeWarped