The Bet (Frerard)

Frank's P.O.V.

"What?!" I exclaim. No one has ever told me anything like that. I barely even know about sex!

"Never mind.... Let's go." Gerard laughs, but I still don't understand.

I put five dollars on the table for the tip and I follow Gerard outside, grabbing our bags because we both forgot them. I get outside and I am slapped with freezing cold air.

Gerard takes his bag and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thanks angel." He says as he pulls away. He takes his hand in mine annI feel my heart warm up. I really like Gerard, and I have for a while. When I told him I had liked him since eighth grade, I thought he would be creeped out and leave me.

But he didn't, and that made me feel wanted.

I let my fingers wrap around his knuckles as he did the same to mine.

“Let’s get you home, honey.” He says as we walk off into the night. It was still really cold out considering it was night and the first time it snowed this Winter.

“Did you enjoy today?” Gerard asks breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it was fantastic! Thank you, for everything.” I say blushing and smiling.

“Well, I was wondering if I could take you out again tomorrow since it is Saturday, unless you have plans?”

I thought for a moment and my mom was working again, and my dad was as well. I would have to go over his house on Sunday though. My parents are divorced, so on the weekends when my dad isn’t working, I have to go over his house and ‘spend time’ with him. Yeah, I mean I love my parents but work usually come first. My mother lets me use the basement as my studio, but my father also is a musician, so he helps me. It’s a win-win, so I don’t really care who I go to, on whatever days. If I go to my father’s I get to work on my music while he is working, and when he isn’t he helps me with my music by doing the percussion work. When I am with my mother, I can work in the basement, and when she isn’t working, we usually go to the store, where I find cheap clothes at the thrift store, or I go to Sam Ash or something and buy picks, or strings.

“I can hang out tomorrow, of course! I would love to!” I squeal, because I really love hanging out with Gerard. He listens to me, and treats me like an actual person.

I’m glad he isn’t like other people, and faking this.

We continue to walk, a smile on my face the whole way home, because I get to hang out with my boyfriend, and, well really nothing else. I’m happy I can spend the day with Gerard.

“So, Frankie,” He says while we are walking through our neighborhood, because Gerard mentioned where he lived today, and I recognized his address and he lived down the block. “What do you want to do tomorrow? We could go to my house, my brothers going to be out with his friend all day, my mother and father are on a business trip, so we have the place to ourselves.”

When he said the last part, I felt my stomach drop a little. I want to go to Gerard’s house, but I don’t want anything to happen. Maybe a couple of kisses here and there, but nothing more.

“Uhh, what do you mean?” I ask, kinda scared he’s going to say something totally inappropriate.

“What do you think I mean?” He leans in, and smirks.

“I… Uh.. Um…”

“We can do whatever we want…” He purrs before kissing me tenderly. One of his hands cup the side of my face, and the other wraps around my waist, pulling me closer. He tilts his head deepening the kiss. I feel his tongue twipe against my bottom lip, and I open my mouth for him to slide it in. I moan involuntarily, and I feel him smile. He pushes his tongue to the top of my mouth and slides to the back making me shiver. I lift my arms, and wrap the around his neck, and standing up on my toes to get closer to him.

He groans when he pulls away, and he has a smile on his face.

“Your such a good kisser Frankie.” Gerards says rubbing our noses together.

“Thanks”, I giggle, “but if you want to encounter a good kisser you should try yourself because your amazing!”

He pulls back and we begin to walk again. I steal glances at Gerard, and when he catches me and smirks, I look away, and smile. He has such gorgeous eyes, and I love almost everything about him, but I’m not in love with him.

Not yet, at least.

I mean, if he wasn’t a man whore, then I could say I love everything about him, but no. I can’t. If we stay together for a while I can tell him how I truly feel about him, and by that time, who knows?

I may just fall in love with him.

Notes

I'm sorry about the wait, and the short chapters. With all of the support I get from you guys, I should be updating every second!
I haven't been updating because my sister has been snooping around on the website, and I CANNOT let her find my stories!!!!!
I'll be back maybe tomorrow with another update for one of my stories...

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