Kennedy High

Frank's POV


Well, this was it. Frank checked himself over once more in the mirror, grinning at himself. Holy fuck he was so excited. After making sure he looked good, he headed downstairs, calling a goodbye to his mom as he left the house, getting into his Impala, and starting it up. He loved the sound of the old engine.

Pulling into the driveway he saw a really cool car parked in a corner of the parking lot. Parking next to it, he got out to admire it. An old Mustang Mach 1. It wasn’t in great shape or anything, but somehow that added to the whole feel of it. The paintjob was old, chipping, and a little faded, but it almost looked intentional. It had a black racing stripe, and Frank figured it was maybe from around 1950. After snapping a quick picture of the car so he could maybe draw it later or something, he headed into the pizza place, looking for Gerard and the others. They were pretty easy to find, especially since they kind of stood out. He ended up sitting next to Gerard.

“What took you so long?” Gerard asked him.

“Well I saw a really cool car in the parking lot so I had to stand there and admire it for a bit.”

“Oh really? What was it?”

“Old Mustang Mach 1. It looked like a 1950 to me but hey, I’m not an expert.”

“Well, you may not be an expert, but you’re exactly right. 1950 Mach 1.” Gerard grinned.

“Oh, did you see it too?”

“Nah, that’s my car.”

“…shit, man.”

“I know, I fucking love my car.”

“Well shit, who wouldn’t? It’s like…every man’s dream.” Before he knew what he was saying, he added something else that he really probably shouldn’t have. “Although I’d rather have the owner than the car.” Shit, shit, shit. Bad move, Frank, bad move.

“Uh…” Gerard blinked at him, and Frank could swear he was blushing a little. Fuck, he was glad that the other band members were all occupied with their own conversations.

Frank just sat there, staring down at his lap. “S-sorry, that just kind of…s-slipped out.”

“…Frank, do want to take a closer look at my car?” Frank looked up at Gerard. His eyes seemed to be saying something else.

“I’d love to man, I love old Mustangs.” Maybe he hadn’t heard what Frank said? No, that couldn’t be it.

Gerard nodded. “Pepperoni fine with you?”

Frank nodded. “Yeah.”

Gerard stood up. “Hey I’m going to go show Frank my car, just order a few pepperoni pizzas. We’ll be back soon.”

Frank stood up and Gerard led him outside. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but it was getting there. They made their way over to the Mustang and Gerard unlocked it, opening the door so Frank could have a good look at the interior.

“Wow…” Frank said, admiring the upholstery and the steering wheel. The outside may look unkempt but the inside was pristine. Everything was in perfect condition. “Fuck this thing must be fun to drive.”

Gerard nodded, popping the hood so Frank could see the engine.

“Jeez man, I used to be proud of my Impala but now I don’t know. This car is fucking beautiful.”

“That it is.” Gerard shut the hood, walking around to the side of the car to lock the door. Frank followed, taking one last look in the window. When he stood up and turned around, Gerard was really, really close. “Your car’s just fine, Frank.” He said, giving Frank a slight smirk and tilting his head up with a leather gloved hand. “But I’d rather have the owner.”

Holyfuckingshit. Had he heard Gerard right? Well he must’ve because the next thing he knew Gerard was kissing him, and it felt like all his dreams were coming true. He was quick to wrap his arms around Gerard, one resting on his lower back and the other messing up Gerard’s pretty red hair. Gerard pinned him against the car and honestly Frank couldn’t think of anything better happening right now. He vaguely remembered that they should probably be getting back to the restaurant but, well, fuck that.

Frank wasn’t sure how much time passed before Gerard pulled away, but it sure as hell wasn’t enough.

“Hey, do you want to go stargazing with me later?” he asked, arms still wrapped around Frank’s waist.

“Fuck, I’d love to.” Frank said.

“Great! I can pick you up if you’d like. You know, in my Mustang.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Frank laughed.

“Sure. How about eleven?”

“It’s a date.” Gerard winked, grinning. “Now I suppose we should probably go eat some pizza.”

Frank nodded, following him back inside and thinking to himself that moving here was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Notes

Well, I had originally intended to do the whole kissing thing later and also write more about what happened at the actual pizza party but well, it just kind of happened. Also sorry about the specific car again. Cars are cool. And Gerard's car that I described up there is literally the exact car I want so. Yeah. I was going to make Frank have the Mustang, but Gerard's the leader so he's the one who gets to drive everyone around in a cool car.