All the way with the boys in the bands.

So I kinda got a date with Gerard.
I mean it's not a date date. Mostly because he doesn't know it's a date, yet. But in good time he will.
That seems creepy. I should just never talk to anyone. ever.
Now. What do I wear? What says ‘I really want to date you and make out with you again and I don’t understand why you don’t realize that’?
I guess skinny jeans, a Misfits shirts, Vans and hoodie are good enough.
But it probably was. Gerard said he liked my tattoos and this way he could see them more. Plus my jeans do make my ass look good, not as good as Gerards though.
Damn Gerard does have a nice ass.
FOCUS, FRANK!
I gotta do my hair, not turn myself on.
My hair looked somewhat good today and my make up was on point (ignore how extremely gay that sounds) so maybe I look almost as good as the beauty that is Gerard Way.
*ding dong*
Fuck. He’s here.
‘Is it too late to back out now?’ I thought to myself and mentally hit my head again.
Of course it was too late.
“Frank!” Pete yelled up to my room, signalling that he was done talking to Gerard.
“Yeah. One sec!” I yelled back and grabbed my phone (even though my only friend was screwing my brother and my parents don’t give two shits about what we do, so no one would call me).
I tried not to rush on the stairs, knowing it would hurt my newest tattoo and make me look too eager. But I was eager. Very eager. I’m it was Gerard Way. And he’s like gorgeous!
Gerard was smiling in the doorway while Pete and Gabe fought in the living room.
“YOU SAID YOU WOULD BACK OFF!” Pete yelled as he jumped over our couch to land on Gabe, who was on the floor in the middle of the room.
“I HAD DIBS!” Gabe yelled back as he pushed Pete off, causing him to stumble into a bean bag chair and the only small table in the room.
“This is why we don’t have nice things, PETER!” I yelled as a lamp crashed onto the floor.
“SEE WHAT YOU DID, RICH BOY!” Pete yelled, making Gabe tackle him back down and knocking over the table completely.
Ignoring my brothers stupid fighting, I walked over to Gerard, “Where’s Bob when you need him, huh?”
He laughed a little while saying, “I ran into him when I was walking up. He said he was going to Patricks because ‘it’s like The Lord Of the Rings in there’. I don’t know what that means.”
“Have you ever seen The Lord Of The Rings?” I laughed back and stepped outside, shutting the door and silencing the fighting behind us.
“No. Is it good?”
“It’s like Harry Potter on crack!”
“We should watch it sometime- I mean like if you’re not busy,” he stuttered awkwardly as he unlocked the car.
“Uh let me think… Sometime… sometime. Oh fuck. On sometime I was supposed to be in Atlantic City,” I laughed hoping to get him to relax, “We totally should.”
“Oh yeah. Cool,” he smiled and started the car.
“So you’re dying your hair again.”
“Yeah. I got sick of blonde. I had it blonde before so I wanted something new.”
“I think the blonde looks good. But I want to see the red. I love red hair!”
“Yeah. Did you ever have red or like another cool color?”
“Actually I did have red. But like a while ago when I was in Pencey Prep.”
“That was your old band?”
“Yup!”
“I liked Leathermouth. I would love to hear your other stuff. Do you have any videos?”
“I have some old cds that they used to sell before the show. They are recorded kinda crappy cause Pete and I have a fake studio in our garage.”
“That’s so badass. You guys sound really cool. Like getting tattoos and recording punk music in your house is awesome!” Gerard laughed as he stopped the car in his driveway.
“Ha! Thanks. If you ever want a tattoo or piercing Zacky will give you a discount, since you know me.”
“Oh god no! I had a bad fear of needles,” he said cringing at his own thought of getting a tattoo.
“Oh fuck. I knew that. You told me.” I said quickly, embarrassed that I forgot.
“It’s cool. Like I said, I just like tattoos.” He smiled as he opened the door.
I knew he liked tattoos. I just wanted him to like tattoos on me.
In reality, I just wanted him to like me.
I sighed, knowing that he didn’t, before I got out of his car and followed him to the house.
“Coffee first. Then hair.” Gerard laughed and moved me towards the kitchen.
“I know you wouldn’t have it any other way,” I laughed and sat on the counter.

Notes

I'm gonna post another chapter soon of Mikeys pov
also I'm putting gabe saporta in here more because the lack of Gabkey fics is insane!


Title: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - panic at the disco


11/30/2014