Frank’s POV
I wake up lying on the scratchy carpet with a sore back, thoroughly cold all over and with close to no idea where I am. This is not my bed. No fucking shit, Frank. Oh yeah, we slept on the ground last night. Something is poking me in the back. Pansy is lying under to me, her neck elevating (but mostly stabbing) my back. That’s why it’s sore.

I crack open an eye, observe my surroundings and upon seeing him snuggle up to Gee. His breathing is soft and slow, and miraculously he is warm. I slip my arm over his tummy, and resist the urge to freak out. Gerard Way is lying next to me. We are a couple. I squeeze my eyes shut, a big grin threatening to eat up my entire face. Gerard’s body feels so solid and warm; it brings me back down to earth and into this moment. I push my face into his side, hearing him awake with a tiny gasp, and then a giggle.
“Frankie!” he exclaims.
“You smell really good,” I mumble into his shirt.
“Thanks babe,” he presses his lips to the top of my head.

Both of us silently agree to stay snuggled up for a while longer. Gee wraps his arms around me protectively, holding me close to him just like last night. To be honest, my heart speeds up its beat considerably when I think of last night. Not that we did anything too exciting, just cuddling and kissing, but it’s still probably one of the best nights I’ve had.

At nine o’clock my phone alarm goes off, startling us both from each other’s arms. I let out a laugh and a shaky breath when I realise what it is, standing up to search for it before the alarm goes to snooze. I had tossed it on the couch pillow the night before; the damned thing is sitting there vibrating to the point where it is almost falling off the edge. I deactivate the alarm, and then sigh deeply. That gave me quite a fright! Gerard sits up and rubs his eyes with balled up fists.

He smacks his lips together, making a loud noise in the relatively silent room. I giggle at his face, slightly creased from lying on the floor.
“We slept on the floor,” Gerard states.
“Thanks for noting that, Captain Obvious,” I sass him.
He narrows his eyes with a smirk. “Did I transfer some of my sass to you with all that kissing?” he flicks his tangled raven hair over his shoulder and bats his eyelids prettily. I explode into laughter, and he runs to me half bent over and starts tickling me.
“Remember…what happened…last time we got…into a tickle…fight? Mum won’t be too pleased!” I choke out between gasps and cackles of laughter.
“Mm,” Gerard says thoughtfully. His fingers pause. A serious expression clouds his face. “It’s Sunday tomorrow, yeah?”

Oh shit. It is. I say this aloud, my mind switching gears completely. “You haven’t got any more texts from them, have you?”
“I haven’t checked.” He says solemnly.
“Well, let’s go talk to my mum and sort something out.” I try to sound upbeat and enthusiastic, but I know how homophobic some people can be. I desperately hope that those texts were just his mother’s first reaction kicking in, and that she’s not actually this overbearing and offensive. Once again, I am glad for the open-mindedness of my mother.

Gerard smiles at me. Tears pool in his eyes so I quickly rush over to him and hug him tight, flinging my arms around his waist. He tucks his head into the crook of my neck, sniffling a little.
“Hey, shush now Gee, don’t cry ‘coz we’ll work this out, okay? Everything will be fine.” I sooth. I feel him sniff and nod. Gerard unwraps himself from my arms. He wipes his watering eyes with a small smile.
“Okay,” he says.
“And anyways, if tomorrow is Sunday that means today is Saturday, and we’re going on a date!”
His face lights up at this notion, and then a sly grin plays over his lips.
“What?” I say suspiciously, not being able to stop myself smiling at his stupid face.
“Oh, nothing.” He dismisses vaguely with a wave of a hand. That grin is still there though.
“Okay, well…Let’s go get some breakfast and then we’ll talk to Mum.” I lace my fingers in between his, give his hand a little squeeze, and then trek into the kitchen.

Mum is seated at the circular wooden table reading the newspaper.
“Morning,” she greets us absentmindedly, fixated on the paper. Light is streaming in through the windows, illuminating the space.
“There are some muffins that I made in the fridge, just have whatever you want.” Mum mentions.

The icy puff of breath from the fridge cools my skin making me shudder; the container of muffins is even cooler. I take out two plates and butter-knives. Then I heat the muffins for a short amount of time in the microwave. Its signature beeping noise rings out in the otherwise silent kitchen, accompanied only by the crinkling pages of the paper.
“Gee, do you want to make some coffee? You can just use that jug over there,” I gesture to the kettle placed on the counter. We work next to each other, Gerard brewing the coffee and me halving and buttering the blueberry muffins. It occurs to me that maybe Gerard doesn't like berries. Whoops.
“Um, Gee? Do you actually like blueberries?” I ask hesitantly.
“Oh yeah, I love them,” he says distractedly. “When we were younger our family would go out on picnics and stuff, and we'd always-” he chokes there, eyes filling with shiny tears. He blinks them away before he thinks I can notice, continuing with the coffee. Mum looks up to check on us, and I wave my hand to signify that it’s okay. Gerard wipes the back of his hand across his eyes, smearing the tears.

I sidestep closer to Gerard, continuing to butter the muffins. I inch nearer and nearer, and then bump my hips into his minutely. Except, because I'm so short, I don’t really reach. A tiny curve comes to his lips as he pours dark black coffee into a blue mug. He sets down the blue mug next to my plate, and takes a red mug for himself.

There’s milk and sugar on the table, so it saves us from having to get up and bring it out ourselves. I add a little to my coffee, as does Gerard. When we settle, mum sighs and stands up.
“I’m gonna pop into work today, is that alright with you boys?”
I nod because my mouth is full of food and it would be rude to try and speak. Not to mention I’d probably spit everywhere. She moves to walk off but I quickly swallow and yelp “Wait!”. Mum turns around and walks back to the table. “You alright?” she asks.

I look towards Gerard and he nods, swallows nervously, and starts to speak.
“Um, well, my parents…they don’t exactly like me dating Frankie, even though he makes me so happy and I really like him…so we were wondering if you would come with us tomorrow to, um, see my parents and maybe convince them not to be so bigoted?”

Mum starts to tear up and smiles. She goes over to Gerard, places her hands under his arms and pulls him to his feet, like you would do to a disobedient toddler. Then she full on bear hugs him. Gerard looks at me, shocked, which I have to giggle at. After a second he hugs back awkwardly.

Mum pulls away and smiles at both of us. “Sure, hopefully we can help them see some sense. And if they don’t you’re more than welcome to stay here with us.” She is practically radiating. I get pulled into a three-way hug, and then Mum leaves to get ready for work.
“That went well,” I comment with a giggle.
“Your mum is awesome.” Gerard states sheepishly.
“I know!” I beam and take his hand, which practically engulfs mine because it’s so small.

We climb the stairs to my room. I suggest we change clothes, because we’re still in the ones we slept in last night. I let Gerard pick out some clothes while I grab an identical pair of ripped black skinny jeans to the ones that I am already wearing, and a band tee shirt.

“Did you, um, wanna have a shower? Coz I could go somewhere else if you want…” I ask.
“Yeah, maybe. Or you could, you know, come in the shower with me…” he proposes flirtily. I feel my eyes widen in shock, and then my cheeks start to blaze all the way to the tips of my ears. Gerard just asked me to get in the shower with him. That implies we would be naked. Together.
“I-I, um, I don’t…” I trip over my words, trying to convey my uncomfortableness with that situation. I mean I really like him, so much, but I'm not quite ready to be completely naked in front of anyone. And what if he saw my scars?! He’d leave me for sure! No-one could ever love someone who hates them self so much!

Gerard laughs at my inability to form words. “It’s okay Frankie, I'm only joking.” I let out a breath involuntarily, the panic of the moment ebbing away. He chuckles softly and brings me into a coffee scented hug. I mumble something incoherent into his shirt, mostly just enjoying the embrace. His arms envelope me; I feel safe and warm and protected.

Gerard stays in my room to get changed, so I go into the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom. Once done I rap my knuckles on the door lightly, and he replies with a “yeah, come in!”
I walk into the room, bundling my clothes to my chest. Gerard is bustling around folding clothes and putting things back in my wardrobe.
“Your organisation skills are shit,” he comments. I smile awkwardly at the ground because it’s true. The rec room may be immaculate, however my bedroom looks like a bombshell went off in it. Various articles of clothing are strewn across the floor and my bed sheets are tangled and messy even though we didn’t sleep there last night. I blush furiously; rather embarrassed that he saw my mess. I really should have cleaned, though he’ll have to get used to my clutter sometime.

I take our slept in gear and toss it into the washing basket. Gerard finishes tidying and turns around to face me. He smiles widely, making my stomach flutter at the sight. “Ready for our date?” he asks with a cheeky wink. I nod enthusiastically and, if I'm being honest, slightly nervously.

Notes

Three cheers for counter-productivity! This chapter took me almost a week and a half, and that is unacceptable. Anyways, exams are over now so maybe I could try to be less of an ass and update sooner. I can't believe I made you guys wait a week; if I wait more than a couple days for an update I start to stress! *hands you an apology card*
Have an awesome day! xx

- Run Bunny