Frank’s POV
When we finally detach from each other, we are both still smiling. Gerard’s cute nose is crinkled, as are the corners of his eyes. I'm sure my face mirrors his reaction.
“So, I’ll pick you up at 11 on Saturday?” he questions.
“Yeah, that sounds awesome!” I smile. “What are we going to do though?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ve got something planned.” He smirks. The fact that he took the time to plan this out beforehand makes my heart sing and swell.

He sits with me the rest of the break, one hand on my thigh. At first I found it a little uncomfortable, not being familiar to such intimate touch, but I soon got used to it. When the bell rings we walk hand in hand to English class. I feel a little nervous at all the stares we receive, but when I show it Gee kisses me on the cheek and holds his head high, giving me the confidence to do the same. Gerard is exactly what I need.

Gerard and I take our seats next to each other. The teacher, Miss Gable, looks at both of us like she is kind of shocked to see us sitting together. She shoots Gerard a look that evidently tells him not to disrupt her class again today. He smiles apologetically at her, but she raises an eyebrow and turns around. The blonde girl who usually sits in this seat gives me a dirty sideways glance as she passes. I duck my head submissively, letting my hair fall over my face and not wanting to start a feud.

Miss starts the lesson, getting right back into the Shakespearean theme enthusiastically. I like Shakespeare, sure, but it’s a bit old for me. When she discusses how ‘brave’ and ‘caring’ the acts in Romeo and Juliet were (which, unbeknownst to her, has been done to absolute death) Gerard rolls his eyes and makes a ‘shoot me’ gesture. I giggle silently, covering my mouth.


The rest of the day flies by, and before I know it the last bell rings. I thank the teacher as I leave the class, heading to the student car park to meet Gerard. He is waiting in the same spot we met yesterday, leaning up against the brick building. When he sees me coming he stands up properly; I give a little wave.
“Hey,” he says coolly.
“Hi!”
Gee grins at me. Did I mention he has an amazingly heart-stopping smile? His rosy pink lips part, showing his cute little teeth.
“Ready?”
“Uh, just a second…” I bend down and retie my laces, blushing rather furiously. When I'm done, Gerard reaches out to my face and with a quick swipe across my forehead he clears the tangled hair from my eyes.
“Um, t-thank you.” The blush spreads down my neck, heating everything up.
We set off across the lot, weaving in and out of cars, walking in comfortable silence. Once we get onto the cracked footpath leading away from the school I strike up a conversation.
“So, did Mr. Howard come back after what happened yesterday?”
Gerard chuckles at this. “No, we had a substitute today. He said that he would be taking our class until they find someone who can ‘handle the class’ and any ‘disruptive behaviour’.” Gerard makes air quotes and I giggle at his display of character.
“You’re causing quite the havoc in your classes, Gee.” I laugh as I say this.
“I suppose I am, but it’s just the way I roll honey.” he says in a silly accent, chortling again. I face-palm to show him how childish that statement was.
“Well don’t say I didn’t tell you so when it comes to report writing time and you get some harsh feedback.” I blush.

It takes too short of a time to get to my door. I was going to drop Gee off at his house, but he insisted that a pretty boy like me shouldn’t have to walk alone. His words, not mine. I colour when he casually says I'm pretty; I never thought of myself that way. I reckon I'm a bit plain to be honest.
“Did you, um, want to come in or something?” I ask nervously.
“Oh, sure!” he replies brightly. I let out a little breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Thank God I haven’t left any laundry on my bedroom floor. Not that we would be going up there to do anything…I feel my cheeks flushing yet again. I haven’t blushed this much since the innuendo-filled movie I watched with my parents when I was twelve! We kick our shoes off at the door; I lean down to straighten them up.

He takes a seat in the kitchen at the small bench. To his delight, the stools swivel and I stand viewing him spend about three minutes just spinning backwards and forwards over and over again. The adorable little shit. I grin to myself.
“What do you want as a snack?” he momentarily stops wheeling about to answer my question, then goes right back at it.
“I don’t mind, whatever you’ve got.” A polite grin crosses his face.
Our cupboards don’t hold many hidden treasures, so I just end up taking a half open packet of biscuits for us to finish and make some coffee for us. I know Gerard is a big fan of coffee so I try my hardest to brew it as good as possible. He perks up when he sees me filling the coffee pot with hot water.

As it sits in the jug to do its thing, we eat most of the biscuits in appreciative silence. The mugs clink against each other loudly as I grasp them and pull them from the high shelf, struggling a tiny bit. Gee reaches around me and helps me take them down in case I dropped them. I smile gratefully; since I was only wearing socks it would have been all too easy for my toes to get cut up by falling shards of crockery.

With our mugs of steaming drink we do our homework. I help him with English and History, and he helps me understand the science theory we are studying. Once we finish he pulls out his sketchbook and begins to roughly form shapes. I stare, mesmerised at how every controlled, minute pencil flick adds more depth and detail. At first it is hard to make out the shapes but as they become more defined I can see what the picture is of. He’s designing a superhero, only his face is blank for the moment. Mum comes clonking down the stairs in her heavy work heels, announcing her arrival rather loudly.
“Hi sweetie, glad to see you’re home- Oh, hello! Frank didn’t mention he had a friend coming over. You must be Gerard?”
Gee nods and shakes Mum’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Iero.”
She laughs. “Have you boys had anything to eat?”
“Yeah, I made some coffee and stuff.” I say, hoping she will leave the room. As much as I love Mum, I don’t want her embarrassing me. She smiles at us, and then leaves as if getting the message.
“I’ll just be upstairs working if you need anything.”
I smile apologetically at Gerard. He brushes it off, confused as to why I was apologising. Gerard shoves his book back into his bag, packing up his pencils.
“Do you wanna watch TV or something?” I ask him, slightly nervous. There isn’t all that much to do.
“Okay,” surprisingly, he actually sounds kind of excited.

The remote is balancing on the arm of the leather sofa. I click the button and the screen comes to life. After a bit of channel surfing, we end up watching a cartoon. He snuggles against me on the couch, resting his head on my chest. It kind of shocks me at first, but then I lean into his touch and stroke his (very silky) hair gently. He smiles, eyes glued to the TV.
“This is my favourite cartoon.” He informs me.
I giggle.
“I want to make a cartoon one day.” He says dreamily.
“I reckon it would be awesome. You’re such a good artist.” I support him.
"Aw, thanks Frankie," he smiles.
He looks up at me and sits up properly. I am acutely aware of the lacking space that is between our mouths. A nervous ball of energy tangles itself in my stomach. Is he going to kiss me? I wonder incredulously. I move my head forwards a little, closing the distance slightly. Gerard finishes the gesture, sealing our lips together.

For a couple seconds we just kiss with closed mouths. It is perfect, our lips fit together like something from a puzzle. His hands begin roaming my body; his fingers running up and down my spine and making me shiver. I trail my hands up his front, wrapping them loosely above his shoulders. I twist a lock of hair at the nape of his neck and he quietly moans into my mouth. Gerard tilts his head, deepening the kiss. He swipes his tongue against my bottom lip asking me to part them. I oblige willingly. He runs his tongue along mine, both of us loving the feel. Gee tastes like a combination of coffee and mint. I let out a whimper and press my lips into his more forcefully. He runs his tongue over the roof of my mouth, and I shiver again. Gosh, he knows how to kiss!

I manoeuvre myself so that I am straddling him, pushing his body back into the couch. My legs wrap around either side of his body. I can feel his bulge against my thigh and it makes me blush a little. Okay, a lot. The TV makes a loud sudden noise as the ads come on and I flinch, breaking our lips apart. Gerard looks at me.
“You okay?”
I laugh to show him that yes, I am fine.
“Yeah, the TV just gave me a fright.”
He grins at me.
“You’re so cute, babe.”
I look down at our bodies on top of each other and say, “Not as cute as you.”
This time he blushes. “Ah!” I squeal.
“What?” Gerard says, looking a bit panicked.
“I saw you blush! I knew you could get embarrassed!” I jump up and down on his lap, smiling widely. He just laughs, and then plants a tiny kiss on my cheek.
We direct our attention back to the TV, snuggled up together. We eventually fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Notes

I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! I had this chapter written for a couple days, it just took me so long to upload it :(