“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.

Frank’s POV
Skipping to the kitchen (yes I skipped, no judge), I got there in record time only to turn around to a Gerard laughing so hard he was going to fall over.
“What?!” I said confused and slightly annoyed by the fact he was probably laughing at me.
“Just... I... you... took the long way... skipped... HA!” Gerard managed to get out between laughs.
“Well, it’s not my fault really, I’ve only been here, what a day and a half?” I replied starting to get agitated
“Hey hey hey, Frankie I’m sorry please don’t be mad.” Gerard said back, somehow managing to calm down rather quickly.
“No it’s fine. Normally I just wouldn’t even have a house to be in, so I didn’t know that there was more than one way, and I’m happy to be here so I skipped and I don’t really know what the norm is and-”
“Frankie calm down. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Now all you have to do is stop talking like that. Okay?”
“Talking like what?” I asked confused.
“Talking about your past, okay? You’re not homeless now. You’ll never be homeless again.”
“What if Bert gets tired of me though?”
“Then I’ll house you.”
“Gee you don’t have to do that.”
“But I will if that happens.”
“Okay.” I finished, leaving an uncomfortable between us, that thankfully was broken by Gerard after a few seconds.
“Now how about that coffee?”
“Sure.” I replied, walking over to what I thought was the coffee machine.
“Uh, Frank, that’s a toaster.” Gerard said with a little chuckle.
“Oh.” I said blushing, walking over to Gerard.
“Okay, now you need water, but I have that here, and you fill it up to this line…” Gerard said explaining how to make the coffee, but I just took this as an opportunity to take in all of his features. His nose was turned up a little bit, kinda like a little pixie. I stifled a laugh at that though and kept on studying him. He did this adorable thing where he only talked with half of his mouth, but I don’t know why he doesn that. His arms were just muscular enough to be hot, and he was a little taller than me, which I thought was cute too. What is this man doing to me.
“Frank?” I vaguely heard somewhere off in the distance, so I looked back up to his eyes from studying his lips and see him staring right back at me.
“You’re gay, right?” Gerard asks me quietly.
“Uh… Yeah.” I answer completely confused.
“Good.” And with that, Gerard surges forward and smashes his lips to mine.

Notes

Sorry for such a short chapter and a lon wait, but I've had no motivation or ideas or anything that would help me write. I'll try to get back on a daily schedule though :>
Thanks!
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