Can I Buy You A Drink?
Chapter 1
{Gerard}
"About goddamn time you answered your fucking phone!" I screamed down my phone at Frank. "I was worried sick! Where are you?" I carried on screaming, even though I was walking down the middle of a crowded pavement getting strange looks from other pedestrians.
"Chill hun! I'm at Ray's sorting out the guitars, I had my phone on silent." Frank spoke calmly into his mobile. How the hell was he always so goddamn calm? Here I was, thinking that someone could have kidnapped him and murdered him in the 5 hours he hadn't been answering his phone but did I ever think to ring one of our friends? No. Because I'm an idiot that worries about my Frankie way more then I should.
"Please just check your phone more then once every five fucking hours?" I begged down the microphone.
"Yeah yeah, will do, look I've gotta go now Gee, I'll be home soon though so get your ass there now. I can hear tons of background noise so don't try telling me your already there," Frank warned me, "I love you." Somehow I could hear him smiling, was that even possible to hear someone smile?
"I love you too asshole." I spoke relatively calmly, listening carefully as Frank hung up on me. Now was one of those times when I wonder how we've even made it this far, him disappearing off for hours without telling me beforehand and me being completely over obsessive. I checked my watch - 6:15pm, dinner time. Quickly, I ran back to mine and Frank's house, slamming the large red front door behind me as I removed my thin jacket and hung it up on a coat peg. Just as I switched on the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee I could hear Frank's car pull up on the driveway. That was quick. The kettle clicked beside me and I poured the steaming water into a nearby cup of coffee granules, stirring the dark liquid with a spoon and holding it in front of me.
"Hey Gee!" Frank exclaimed as he walked through the doorway, setting his guitar Pansy down below the numerous coats, jackets, scarves and hats hanging from various different coat pegs on the wall.
"No hello back?" He asked after a short while of walking into the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee.
"Shut up, I'm deciding wether or not to kill you ... or at least punch that pretty little face of yours." I spoke angrily into my coffee, almost spilling it down the front of my plain red v-neck t-shirt as I took a sip from the boiling hot liquid which burnt my mouth.
"Is it because I didn't tell you where I was going again?" Frank calmly walked up to me and took the cup of coffee I had been holding from my hands and placing it on the kitchen counter. "Like I told you before, I forget!" He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. It was times like this I realized just how small he was, the top of his head could only just graze my chin.
"I know I know, but like I've told you before I worry! About you more then anything." I whispered softly into his ear as I wrapped my own arms around him, cradling his small frame against my chest.
"I know," Frank smiled, looking up into Gerard's soft eyes, "I got ya summat from before I got to Ray's." he grinned widely, removing one of his arms from around Gerard's waist to grab something out of his back pocket.
"Skittles!" I exclaimed, squealing with happiness as my small boyfriend produced a packet of my favourite rainbow coloured sweets from behind his back.
"Knew you'd like 'em." He chuckled watching as I ripped the bag open and poured the delicious contents down my throat.
"Wait ... does that mean I have to make dinner for you now?" I asked warily after finishing the packet rather quickly even for myself. Frank grinned.
"It took you this long to figure it out?" He laughed as I folded my arms and stuck my tongue out at him. "Aww I'm sorry for tricking ya hun'! I'll make it up to ya?" Frank carefully leaned himself up towards my lips and pressed his against mine. I couldn't stay mad at him for long when he was kissing me ... sadly Frank knew that.
"Damn you." I whispered into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around Frank's nimble frame.
"What for?" He asked, pulling away and looking up into my sparkling eyes.
"For being so goddamn annoying," I paused chuckling, "and damn hot." I added on at the end when his lip began to tremble slightly.
"Yey!" He giggled, leaning up once again to kiss my soft, warm lips.
"So are you going to make it up to me then or what?" I asked, smirking at the younger man looking up at me as I spoke.
"Maybe." He grinned before grabbing my hand and slowly pulling me towards our bedroom. Frank looked at me with an excited expression on his face as he shut our wooden, black painted bedroom door.
"You know it's been absolutely ages since we did anything fun in here except sleep." Frank sat down on the end of our large victorian style four poster bed, motioning for me to sit next to him.
"I know baby." I smiled at him, entwining our hands together whilst I spoke. Not needing to even say anything, Frank crawled up on the bed, standing on his knees and shuffling over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and looking down into my excited eyes.
"About goddamn time you answered your fucking phone!" I screamed down my phone at Frank. "I was worried sick! Where are you?" I carried on screaming, even though I was walking down the middle of a crowded pavement getting strange looks from other pedestrians.
"Chill hun! I'm at Ray's sorting out the guitars, I had my phone on silent." Frank spoke calmly into his mobile. How the hell was he always so goddamn calm? Here I was, thinking that someone could have kidnapped him and murdered him in the 5 hours he hadn't been answering his phone but did I ever think to ring one of our friends? No. Because I'm an idiot that worries about my Frankie way more then I should.
"Please just check your phone more then once every five fucking hours?" I begged down the microphone.
"Yeah yeah, will do, look I've gotta go now Gee, I'll be home soon though so get your ass there now. I can hear tons of background noise so don't try telling me your already there," Frank warned me, "I love you." Somehow I could hear him smiling, was that even possible to hear someone smile?
"I love you too asshole." I spoke relatively calmly, listening carefully as Frank hung up on me. Now was one of those times when I wonder how we've even made it this far, him disappearing off for hours without telling me beforehand and me being completely over obsessive. I checked my watch - 6:15pm, dinner time. Quickly, I ran back to mine and Frank's house, slamming the large red front door behind me as I removed my thin jacket and hung it up on a coat peg. Just as I switched on the kettle to make myself a cup of coffee I could hear Frank's car pull up on the driveway. That was quick. The kettle clicked beside me and I poured the steaming water into a nearby cup of coffee granules, stirring the dark liquid with a spoon and holding it in front of me.
"Hey Gee!" Frank exclaimed as he walked through the doorway, setting his guitar Pansy down below the numerous coats, jackets, scarves and hats hanging from various different coat pegs on the wall.
"No hello back?" He asked after a short while of walking into the kitchen and making himself a cup of coffee.
"Shut up, I'm deciding wether or not to kill you ... or at least punch that pretty little face of yours." I spoke angrily into my coffee, almost spilling it down the front of my plain red v-neck t-shirt as I took a sip from the boiling hot liquid which burnt my mouth.
"Is it because I didn't tell you where I was going again?" Frank calmly walked up to me and took the cup of coffee I had been holding from my hands and placing it on the kitchen counter. "Like I told you before, I forget!" He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. It was times like this I realized just how small he was, the top of his head could only just graze my chin.
"I know I know, but like I've told you before I worry! About you more then anything." I whispered softly into his ear as I wrapped my own arms around him, cradling his small frame against my chest.
"I know," Frank smiled, looking up into Gerard's soft eyes, "I got ya summat from before I got to Ray's." he grinned widely, removing one of his arms from around Gerard's waist to grab something out of his back pocket.
"Skittles!" I exclaimed, squealing with happiness as my small boyfriend produced a packet of my favourite rainbow coloured sweets from behind his back.
"Knew you'd like 'em." He chuckled watching as I ripped the bag open and poured the delicious contents down my throat.
"Wait ... does that mean I have to make dinner for you now?" I asked warily after finishing the packet rather quickly even for myself. Frank grinned.
"It took you this long to figure it out?" He laughed as I folded my arms and stuck my tongue out at him. "Aww I'm sorry for tricking ya hun'! I'll make it up to ya?" Frank carefully leaned himself up towards my lips and pressed his against mine. I couldn't stay mad at him for long when he was kissing me ... sadly Frank knew that.
"Damn you." I whispered into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around Frank's nimble frame.
"What for?" He asked, pulling away and looking up into my sparkling eyes.
"For being so goddamn annoying," I paused chuckling, "and damn hot." I added on at the end when his lip began to tremble slightly.
"Yey!" He giggled, leaning up once again to kiss my soft, warm lips.
"So are you going to make it up to me then or what?" I asked, smirking at the younger man looking up at me as I spoke.
"Maybe." He grinned before grabbing my hand and slowly pulling me towards our bedroom. Frank looked at me with an excited expression on his face as he shut our wooden, black painted bedroom door.
"You know it's been absolutely ages since we did anything fun in here except sleep." Frank sat down on the end of our large victorian style four poster bed, motioning for me to sit next to him.
"I know baby." I smiled at him, entwining our hands together whilst I spoke. Not needing to even say anything, Frank crawled up on the bed, standing on his knees and shuffling over to me, wrapping his arms around my neck and looking down into my excited eyes.
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