“Are you sure. People have been spending a lot of money on me lately, and frankly, I can’t pay anyone back. I’m broke.”
“Dude, no one wants you to pay them back. It’s called being nice to a guy that hasn’t had a proper meal for twelve years. For me it’s called being nice to my new friend. Now throw some shoes on, you don’t have a choice anymore. I’m taking you out to lunch.”

*Frank’s POV*

I did what Gerard said and threw my new shoes on along with my hoodie and we headed out the door to Gerard’s car. It’s a bright red car, almost the same color as his hair, and just about the same style as Bert’s.
“Gerard.”
“Hmm?”
“Where are we going?”
“To lunch. I just said that.” He sounded confused.
“No I mean like where.”
“Oh. I don’t know exactly. What are you in the mood for?” He asked.
I just gave his a stare that I hope screamed ‘really’, and I think he got the message.
“Oh… You don’t really know do you.”
I just continued me stare.
“Okay. I’m bringing you to Taco Bell. I haven’t had it in a while and I think you’ll like it.”
I was quite confused as to what Taco Bell was. The name sounded familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever been there. There might not have been one in my hometown, or in the couple or blocks that I was roaming as my home.

We eventually pulled up to Taco Bell after a long, comfortably silent, car trip.
It looked like a fast food place. Not that I was complaining, cause I mean it’s a free meal. Just an observation.
We stepped inside and I found out that basically all the place sold was different types of tacos. I can’t really remember the last time I had a taco. I hoped it tasted good though.
I did find it funny though that the slogan apparently was ‘Live Más’, considering the fact that most of the food looked like it would give you a heart attack from just looking at it too long.
“So what do you want?” Gerard asked,
“Something that won’t give me a heart attack.” I said, simply saying what was on my mind.
He chuckled at this simply saying “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Either way I think he got the hint about me not knowing what i wanted, because he went up and said “I’ll take two…” I didn’t catch the rest, but I had faith he’d get something good.
We sat down having casual conversation until our number was called and I insisted that I go up and get it since he’d done so much for me already. He eventually gave in and I went up and got it, bringing back two… somethings, to the table and we both started eating. I have to admit that it was pretty good, but I was also pretty hungry, so I would probably eat almost anything right now.
We finished up pretty quickly because we each only had one taco and Gerard took me home.

“Hey do you want me to stay longer or should I go, cause I really have nothing to do.” Gerard said right after we’d stepped in the door.
“You can stay if you want. I mean I was probably just going to take a nap but I don’t think Bert would mind if you stayed a little longer. I’m sorry, but my body is used to not having anything to do and staying up late at night searching for food, so it’s sleep schedule is telling me to go to bed now.”
“No it’s fine. You go take a nap and I’ll be here for you when you get up.” Gerard answered.
“You sure you want to wait?”
“It’s okay.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit then.”
“Okay.”
And with that I headed back to my room and plopped onto my bed, too tired to change into sleeping clothes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

When I woke up, I found that Gerard had brought himself a chair into my room and was sat there with a notebook and pencil. But I couldn’t really tell what he was doing. He looked up and saw that I was awake and quickly closed the notebook blushing.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude your sleeping space.” He said hastily grabbing his stuff and starting to leave.
“Gerard.” I called after him causing him to turn back to face me. “Normally I wake up with a rabid squirrel on my lap. You’re a hell of a lot better than a rabid squirrel and you didn’t wake me up so it’s fine.”
“Okay.” Gerard said sitting back down.
“What were you doing anyway?” I asked after a small silence.
“Well I was getting a little bored, so I wanted to see whether or not you were awake and came in here. You looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb you but I had to record it somewhere to I… I uh… I started to draw you.”
“Mkay…” I said. “Why do you seem so nervous Gee?” I asked. Fucking hell... did I really just call him Gee?
“Well, it’s just most people don’t usually wake up to find a man that they’ve only known for a few hours drawing him.” He said back, smiling slightly at the nickname.
There was a slight pause until I spoke up.
“Well. I’m going to attempt to make some coffee. Care to teach me this time?” I said with a small chuckle heading to the kitchen knowing that Gerard would follow me there, even if it would take a few seconds for him to come back to his senses from my remark.

Notes

Sorry this chapter is really short. I just didn't really have a lot of time because of Christmas cleaning and getting ready to have the family over for Christmas and everything, and I'm also just not that inspired to write right now.
Lastly, this isn't a guarantee, but I might not post until after Christmas... sorry.
Thanks!
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