It's Not a Fashion Statement

franks pov
“Nice work Frankie, the shoot has turned out great. We can relax for the next few days, as I don’t need the next five outfits shot for another three weeks. I’ll just send these off now, so I can get them out of the way. I’ll be back in a few minutes ok?”
I reply with okay and finish changing into the original suit. It’s been a long morning, but we are finally done. We started at 7 am and now it’s 2.20 pm, that’s like seven hours or something?

Gerard told me earlier, he is going to take me out somewhere for lunch. Not going to lie, I’ve been really exited ever since he mentioned it.


He returns and pulls me over to the lift. He selects the ground floor, the doors closing with a ding sound, and the recorded voice of ‘ground floor’ sounding throughout the small space.
“Where are we going for lunch?” I ask, trying to make conversation. Not that it’s hard making conversation with Gerard, just sometimes you have those silences where no one really says anything, no matter how close and how easy it is to talk to them. It’s not an uncomfortable silence, it’s just one where I want to start a conversation.

“Where ever you want. I was planning on taking you to my favorite restaurant in the center, but if you want to go anywhere in particular just say. Though, I think you’ll like it, it does amazing vegetarian meals,”

“You remembered I’m a vegetarian,” I smile to myself, happy that he remembered something like that. I know it isn’t exactly that hard to remember, but every other person who has ever known me always forget; it took my mum two years for her to finally remember to make me something suitable for a vegetarian every meal time.

“Why would I forget something like that?” I shrug and shuffle my feet a bit, looking down at my shoes and trying to hide the smile plastered to my face.

The doors open again, and Gerard pulls me out, shouting to the receptionist to have a nice day as we walk past. He pushes the large glass doors open and takes my hand, pulling me out into the busy New York Street.

His palms are warm and soft, big compared to mine. They tickle my hand and I can’t help but smile. I feel my stomach flip. It’s weird having someone who wants to hold your hand and well… cares for you. I can’t remember the last time someone was actually concerned for me.

He pulls me across the road, swerving us in-between jammed up cars beeping and honking. He raises his left hand, thanking drivers for letting us pass, keeping his right a firm grip on my own.
“Well, c’mon!” he smiles down at me and tugs me across the rest of the road. I nearly stumble, trying to keep up with him, still smiling though.

When we get to the other side of the road, he lets go of my hand, and I’m suddenly upset about the lack of contact. As if he can read my emotions, he wraps an arm around my shoulder and squeezes me.

“Here-“
We stop in front of a set of stairs, leading up to a big open plan diner. He grabs onto my hand and climbs up the steps with me at his side. There are neatly trimmed hedges outside and a big canopy over the whole restaurant. There are heaters and fans (only one on at once depending on the weather, of course) on big pillars dotted around. There is a big water feature in the center, and lots of plants dotted around near tables.

A big man is rushing around, and then stops when he notices Gerard.

“Ah, my favourite customer, how are we way?” He engulfs Gerard into a big hug and pats his back. Gerard let go of my hand to hug him back.

“Good, good, been a bit rough the past few days if I’m honest, but all else, business is great,”
They exchange conversation for a bit, whilst I’m just standing quietly next to Gerard, until the big man (with a name tag of Alfonzo, so I’m guessing that’s his name) directs us to a table. It’s one in the corner with a lot of tall plants around. It’s defiantly the most enclosed table, probably for Gerard so he doesn’t get people trying to talk to him whilst he’s eating.

“Who’s this sweet heart?” he asks Gerard and greets me, holding his hand out for me to shake. I do so and smile at him, letting Gerard do the talking.
“This is frank, he’s my newest model,” he looks at me and gives me a huge grin. I grin back, feeling my face heat up.
“Nice to meet you. I’d stay and serve you myself, but I need to dash off. Hope to see you both again soon, boys,” he speeds off, pulling his apron off in the process. We watch him leave and wave, until a new waitress asking us what we’d like to drink interrupts us.
“Pint of coke, please,” I ask; now waiting for Gerard’s response.
“Erm… what do you have?” he requests, still trying to make him mind up.
“Well, would you like an alcoholic-“
I watch Gerard’s face change, dropping from a smile to desperate.
“Yes, please anything-“
He practically jumps up off his seat just at the mention of it.

“NO. Just two cokes please. Diet,” I but in, softly pushing Gerard down back into his seat, making him relax. The waitress looks scared, at the sudden change of behaviour, but she goes along with the two cokes anyway.
She walks off and leaves Gerard and I alone.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
I stare at him in disbelief.
“Thank you,” he barely whispers, looking down at his feet.

“Please don’t do that again. Ok?” he nods and looks up at me, with shame written all over his face.
“I’m sorry,”
“It’s okay, just please, please, don’t do that. Especially when I’m not here to stop you, okay?”

I pull his chin up and look into his eyes.
“Do you promise me?”
“I promise you Frankie.”

I let go of his chin, and I feel his hands travel up to mine and interlock fingers with me. It sends a shiver down my spine and gives me that funny feeling in my stomach again.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir, but your drinks are here, and what may I get you for your main course?”
That was a nice moment until she interrupted it. Oh well.
We take our orders and chat a bit more, with a bit of hand touching in-between.

-
We finish our meal and leave the restaurant. It’s dark out, and I was expecting for us to go home, but it seems Gerard has other ideas.
“Come on, I’m going to take you somewhere-“
He smiles back at me, with somewhat… a loving expression in his eyes.
“But first, let’s get you a jumper sweetie,” I feel myself blush at the nickname. Yeah, stupid me left my blazer at the studio and now in shivering in the thin shirt.
We walk along the busy streets hand in hand, Gerard occasionally asks if I want his jacket, but I keep declining it.
We walk into a designer shop and there are hundreds of wool jackets and jumpers and cardigans. Honestly, I’ve always loved wool jumpers and cardigans, but it's never really suited my… ‘Punk style’.

“Pick any, I don’t want you to get cold,” I thank him and look through the lines of various colours and styles of jumpers. There’s one which is dark green and thick, which i'd just love so much to wrap myself in right now. It looks so comfy.
I pick it up and stand in front of the mirror, slipping hands through and looking at my small figure being drowned by the big comfy cardigan.
“You look cute,” I see Gerard creep up behind me in the reflection of the mirror. i feel my heart race at the compliment.

I look at my reflection again, making sure I like this one and I’m not wasting his money.
It actually goes well with this white shirt and my tight fitting, skinny black pants. I like how the sleeves can be pulled down over my knuckles.

I take it off and pass it to Gerard, as he willingly takes it and places it on the counter. He passes the woman at the till a bundle of cash, which makes me feel bad because it looks like he is paying a lot of money for it. I tell him I can pick a cheaper one, but he refuses and goes on with the transaction.

We exit the store and I pull the cardigan on and wrap my cold hands around in the sleeves. I’m instantly warmed up and cozy. I feel Gerard’s hand slip into mine again, sending those shivers into my stomach again, feeling my heart beat twice as fast in my chest.
I don’t know where exactly we are, but it looks familiar… oh yeah, the park. This is the back entrance, though, so that’s why it looks a bit different.

The lamps dimly light the paths and the air is chilled. Every breath I exhale, it comes out as a cloud of fog. I love this sort of weather.

In front of me is a big fountain, with lots of different water sculptures around it. It looks beautiful.
I feel Gerard squeeze my hand and I look into his absorbing eyes, reading his emotions. Not literally, but I know he feels the same as I do, I can tell by the look on his face.
The moonlight and dim lamps highlight Gerard’s features perfectly, making his cheekbones and jawline prominent. His eyes are sparkling and his lips look so… plump and soft. He turns to face me, taking my other hand in his. His face leans closer to mine, and I can feel his hot breath tickle my neck. I swear my heart is going at a million beats per minute.
Our noses touch slightly, our mouths only inches away from each other.
I slip my eyes shut, as one of Gerard’s hands grace the side of my face. His lips touch mine and I think my heart explodes. They’re soft and warm, perfect like I expected. Only slightly touching my own, until he pressed down harder and his arm snakes around my torso. I bring my free hand up to the side of his head, still clutching tightly to his other hand. I suddenly feel a slight tug on my bottom lip and my mouth parts slightly, letting his tongue dart into my mouth. I can taste coffee and mint from his mouth.
The flavour floods my mouth, and I can't help but gasp and smile into the kiss.
Oh my god. I’m kissing Gerard Way.
I run my hand through his hair and tug slightly, hearing a gasp from him. I feel him smile against my own, until we pull away from each other. His hand joins back to mine, and I still haven’t opened my eyes. I rest my head in the crease of his neck and take a deep breath, savouring the sweet smell of vanilla.
My sleeves are still tucked around my knuckles, keeping my shaking hands warm. And I’ve never felt so good in my life.
I feel Gerard’s hand stroke around my back, embracing me in a tight hug.

I pull away and open my eyes, looking into Gerard’s. A huge grin is plastered to my face, Gerard’s too.
That was my first kiss.
I just had my first proper kiss.
And with Gerard fucking Way.

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Notes

cheesi af