Best Friends Forever, But Not Now

I woke up that morning and the clock read 9:13am. Frank was wrapped in my arms and his hair was covering my face. I tried to untangle myself, trying to avoid waking him up. I paced to the counter in the room, where a coffee maker sat, sample coffee grinds waiting in front of it. I started the coffee maker, pouring coffee grinds and water into the machine.

While the coffee was being made, I snuck downstairs to the lobby, where muffins, bagels, pancakes, and waffles. I grabbed four waffles, putting two on both Frank and I’s plates. I put butter all over them and poured syrup over them, grabbing two plastic forks and walking back to our room. I unlocked our door to find Frank still asleep, so I brought one cup of the coffee I’d made before with his waffles and woke him up.

“Good morning!” I woke him. “I got you breakfast!”

He tried opening his eyes, but he was still half asleep. “Thanks, Gee.” He mumbled. He drank the coffee briefly, opening his eyes up more and biting into his breakfast. I started eating mine as well, even though I’d finished my coffee while getting our breakfast. It was decent, not bad and not great. Kinda like all hotel food in Jersey.

He finished his breakfast and I pulled out my phone, checking through my twitter. Pop music fans calling Frank and I emo faggots which really wasn’t new, but it hurt so much worse since they were using our relationship as an insult. There were also fans linking me to their fanfictions, art, and blog posts saying how proud they were of us. I was happy because I had nothing to hide, but I was unhappy because there would be press coverage.

I was engaged though, and the fans would find out eventually anyway. I turned on the camera, taking a picture of Frank on his phone, captioning it “I love you” with a ring emoji. Immediately, people asked if we were engaged or if it was a typo, fans posting about how happy they are for us and things along those lines.

We got dressed and got ready to head back to California to get ready for the tour. We packed up the hotel briefly, walking out with our bags. We then drove to the concert hall where the guys agreed to meet us so that we could drive to the airport. I carried Frank’s bag over my shoulders since he hadn’t packed much. We had our tickets in hand and I handed Frank his bag. The airport was full of silence from all of the guys and it would probably stay that way until we reached Cali.

Everyone else slept on the six hour plane ride, no conversations were made by anyone, so, I checked twitter. Frank’s hand was wrapped in the hand I wasn’t using on my phone and I took a picture of it, trying my best to show his engagement ring in the photo. Once it loaded, I captioned it with “I can’t wait for the rest of our lives @FrankIero.”

The fan reaction was amazing. At least 10 “So you’re engaged?” tweets, at least 20 “So proud of you’s” and all sorts of other supportive replies. I was so happy, and I tweeted out to my 1.7 million followers, “I proposed last night in case any of you were wondering.”

Within minutes, my 1.7 changed to 2.1, Anti-Homophobia twitters followed me along with gay kids and adults. My twitter became a sensational part of my life where my relationship was treasured. I closed my twitter, falling asleep on Frank’s shoulder.

We woke up in California, A sweaty mess since the air conditioning couldn't beat our jeans and tshirts. We walked out of the airplane and received our items from the baggage claim, briefly walking towards our cars.

Frank and I drove in his car to our house to prepare our tour bus for the tour. He grabbed all the chips he could find along with blankets and pillows and guitars and placed them in the backseat of his car. We packed up a weeks worth of clothes like we always did and one or two pairs of shoes.

The guys pulled up in the bus, Ray in the driver's seat yelling for Frank and I.

"Ready to head out?" He questioned.

"Yeah, we'll go get it." Frank responded, pulling me back towards the house to carry bags and blankets.

We packed everything up, took our last showers for the next week, and head off.

Notes

My internet was turned on as soon as we got to the new house so here's an update. Trying to make this as well as I can but I really want to write one about Frank and Gerard sneaking around back in the 20s because they are both married or one person came from a different time period.

"All I Want" by the Cure