It's Not a Fashion Statement

gerards pov
Christmas was awesome at my mum and dads. I got frank a phone because he didn’t have one and he sort of needed one, plus he’d been going on about getting in touch with some of his old friends for ages now, and I thought, why not get him a phone? So I did. He got me a signed Bowie vinyl (how on earth he did that I have no idea), and somehow he knew what pens and refills I needed and he got me those. So that was pretty cool. Though, anything to do with Frankie is the best, I’m pretty sure he could hand gift-wrap a shit and I’d still be impressed.

I continue scrolling down my emails when I decide to mention something that has been playing on my mind for a while now.
“Frankie?”
He looks up at me with wide hazel eyes, raising his eyebrows waiting for me to continue.
“y’know, I’ve been thinking. You should get your contact details out and stuff. Like, to other designers and people.”
He looks almost hurt, yet so confused.
“Why would I… but why?”

“Well, it’s just a suggestion. I mean, of course you can still work and model for me but my line has been released now, and it’ll be a while until I start a new one. But what I mean is, you have so many opportunities and stuff, like not just modeling but movie directors are always looking for models and stuff, I don’t know if acting is your thing but yeah. I feel like I’ve been controlling you, when, you are your own person and surely you have other aspirations and goals other than to spend your life cuddling up to your boyfriend- not that I’m complaining. I’m just saying, I don’t own you and like… you really deserve everything and you are so special and… you’re just you and you can do anything you set your heart out to. Like fuck Frankie, you’ve come so far since I met you and all the shit you’ve been through…”
I start rambling, to the point he looks bored of hearing my gushing over him.

“If you want me to I guess I could give things a go.” He smiles up at me, making my heart melt because fuck, he really is the most gorgeous person in the world.
I slam the laptop down, smiling like a madman.
“Good because I already did it a few days ago and you already have a request with some director.”

“Really?” he asks, barely believing it. I nod enthusiastically, biting back a squeal, because come on, I’m so proud of him.

“He lives round here too, apparently. He said you’d be really good for a part, it’s not a huge part but it’s still quite an important character or something. I don’t really know much because I’ve just been emailing him but he seems to think you’ll be great for it. The only thing is, the auditions are on the day I have a big interview, but I don’t want that to get in the way. I can meet you there half way through it though and-“

“I can just give this one a miss if you like? I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way for you babe.”

“NO. No no no, no way Frankie. If anything I’m cancelling.” I smirk, kissing him on the cheek.

-

two days later
Frankie set off a few hours ago, well I hope. He’s been sort of reluctant about it but I’m pretty sure it’s because of his nerves. He was like that with me at first, and look where we are now. Well, I hope he doesn’t have the same idea with the director as he did with me, I don’t mean they get that close. He’s mine, and mine only.

“Gerard way, so the line is a big hit. All over New York. What is it like stepping outside to see your work on the big screens?”
The woman in a tight black dress asks, holding a microphone under my nose, diverting my attention back to the interview.

“Erm, it’s cool I guess. I’m really proud, but I think I’m prouder of my models and all the people who have helped me with it, yknow?”
I answer truthfully, trying to avoid eye contact with the live camera because it gets kind of awkward when you look directly down the camera during an interview, especially on live TV.

“Like who exactly?” she asks, pursing her lips.

“erm… just my brother and my boyfriend, my friends and people. Yeah.”
I gulp, running a hand through my hair to try and do something to make it less awkward.

“Your brother and your boyfriend model, am I right?”

“yeah, they’re both the best. Frankie, my boyfriend really has done so much for this line, my friend Andy too. In fact, I’d like to thank all my staff, assistants and models, because I couldn’t do it with out any of them.” I smile; hoping to god the interview is nearly over. I quickly glance at the clock when the camera swings back to the interviewer; fuck I have twenty minutes left here. I really want to see Frankie.

“Is there a theme of this line, can you pinpoint anything? There seems to be a recurring sort of look throughout all the outfits, coats, suits, lingerie that is in it.”
I nod, when suddenly my phone buzzes in my pocket, must be a text. But it buzzes again and I realise that it in fact must be someone calling.

At least the ring is on silent, but I was still meant to leave it in my coat pocket.

I ignore it and continue with the interview.

A few minutes after the buzzing has stopped, it starts all over again. People know that if I don’t answer the first time there’s a specific reason for that. Whether it’s because I’m busy fucking my boyfriend in the ass or I’m in the middle of an interview, it doesn’t matter. People know I don’t just miss calls with out a good reason.

I shove it off once again, really hoping it doesn’t buzz again because soon enough it’ll become pretty noticeable to everyone.


But much to my annoyance, it buzzes practically a second after it stops.

The interviewer notices and gives me a look to say ‘why the fuck do you have your phone in your fucking pocket?’ ‘That’s so unprofessional’ and also a lot of ‘oh my fucking god I really can’t be bothered with this right now’.

“well, sorry to run it short but it seems there isn’t much else to be said here,” she says to the camera, before shooing me off, just as my phone starts buzzing again,

As soon as I’m completely out of camera sight, I huff and pull my phone out of my pocket only to find four missed calls off frank. Maybe he got the part and he really couldn’t wait to tell me?


I dial his number in return, grabbing my coat off the chair as I rush out of the studio.

“Frank? How come you called so much, they had to run the interview short-“

“Fuck, Gerard, please help-“ he cries into the phone, alerting me and wakening me up, before the line cuts off.

Notes

sorry it's short, i decided it would be better to just leave it here yo. thank you so much everyone who commented yesterday bc it really helped and pushed me to want to write this.

i love you guys so much omg :)) thank you all xoxo sorry for spelling msitakes i'm so freaking tired, i seriously doubt i've slept even once in the last week or something, i dont usually sleep much but this is just ridiculous now and i can barely stand up but at the same time i really cant sleep and this sucks ass. oh well, at least i updated something.