....“Mind if we go to the movies?” he asks and I nod happily.

Frank’s POV

“You know, you were the only thing that made this cinema trip good,” Gerard says, thoughtfully looking on front of him as we walk down the dark street.

“Yeah? And how’s that?” I ask rather bravely, feeling flattered.

“The movie itself was pretty boring, I expected more from it, but you…” he pauses and looks down at me, his eyes running along my whole body. His eyes sparkle in the dark, reflecting the street lamps. Suddenly I feel his cold, dry hand grasp mine. “You make everything good,” he finishes as he tangles our fingers together, interlocking them. My breath hitches, and I have no idea what to say or what to do. Am I happy? Hell yes! Do I feel awkward? Hell yes!

And I feel somewhat scared, too, but I can’t make out the reason. Just this nervous feeling doesn’t leave me, it surrounds me like thick mist which I just can’t wave off.

Gerard suddenly stops walking and I do too, as he’s still firmly holding my hand. He turns so that his whole body is facing me, and suddenly I feel tiny and unprotected. Unprotected from him, as if he’s some kind of a predator.

“When I’m here, with you, you no longer need to be stronger,” he informs me softly and leans down, kissing me on the top of the head, keeping his lips there for at least ten seconds before pulling away, looking straight into my eyes. I feel like I’m going to black out from excitement any second, and the only thing holding me up is Gerard.

“I can see how hard you try to fit in every day, and by now you don’t even notice how much you work to achieve a status but… To me, you are perfect just the way you are. I don’t care if you’re sick, I don’t care if you’re contagious, I would kiss you even if you were dead, because your soul is what makes you so gorgeous,” he says, his warm eyes fixed on me. A strand of black hair falls on his face, but he doesn’t care enough to push it away.

“Thank you,” is all I can say, or more like croak. What am I thanking him for? The compliment? For what I can only assume was his declaration of love to me?

“Frank I… I’m sorry if I scared you earlier, when we were walking to the cemetary. It’s just that sometimes I… I overthink things, that’s it,”

“It’s okay, really,” I reassure him. No, that was not fucking okay. Him digging through my brain and soul was not okay.

“But I saw that you were scared,” he protests. “You are scared now, too,”

I sigh.

“Well, yes, you freaked me out a little, but it’s not a reason to apologise like this or anything, I had a great night...”

“Will this make it up to you?” Gerard says, hurrying his words and not letting me finish before quickly leaning down once again and… pressing his soft lips to mine, his cold hands releasing mine and moving up to hold my chin upwards, giving him more access to my mouth.

Before I have time to react or kiss back, no matter how much I want to, he pulls away.

“I hope I can see you tomorrow?” he asks releasing me, a small smile playing on his lips, as if nothing happened and I nod, feeling heat rush into my cheeks.

“You wanted it, I saw it in your eyes, so I went for it,” he lets out a short laugh, like a giggle, looking down at his beaten up converses. He grins at me once again before turning around on his heels and starting off in the opposite direction. At that moment I fall out of my trance.

“Wait!” I shout and he turns around, eyeing me.

“Can you… can we switch phone numbers?”

Notes

Tell me if you found the song reference which I hid/put out in the open in this chapter)