The Servant

Frank's P.O.V

The next day, I arrive at the Way Mansion with all my things. My clothes, books, phone, stuff like that. Like I said before, my family basically hated me so they kicked me out, with out half of my stuff. Including my guitar, which I miss horribly. So in total, I only have one bag full of items with me.

I walked up to the large double doors of the mansion. My hands shook as I knocked on the door, I have never been so nervous for anything in my entire life. I wasn't really scared about the job, being a germaphobic and everything, cleaning would be easy for me. I was just scared of seeing Mr Way again. He was so mysterious and....intriguing.

I knocked on the doors, my hands still shaking. I stood there for a few moments, trying to keep myself from throwing up. The door opened after awhile, the same woman from the day before standing there.

"Oh," she said and forced a painful smile, "Hello again Frank. Come right in."

"Thank you," I replied and stepped in, standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Okay," She turned to me and forced yet another painful smile, "I'm Victoria, if I didn't tell you yesterday." She extends her hand for me to take and I shake it gently, "Anyway, let me show you your room-"

"No that's okay Victoria." A deep voice said behind me. I turned around slowly, slinging my bag over my shoulder. There in front if me standing about five feet away, was the mysterious Mr Gerard Way. He stood tall, a cigarette in his hand. His black hair was pushed back, exposing his pale face and his hazel green eyes.

"Good morning Mr Way." Victoria greeted stiffly, as if she were a zombie.

Mr Way chuckles and lets out a breathe of smoke, "Victoria, I have told you many time before to call me Gerard. Mr Way sounds too....sophisticated."

"Sorry Gerard." Victoria sighs, her body tensing. I look up and down Mr Way- or 'Gerards' body. He wears a white button down shirt with sleeves that end at his elbows, the bottom of the shirt stopping right at the top of his black skinny jeans. I smile to myself when I notice the black converse, mostly because I'm wearing the same ones.

"Anway," Gerard smiled, "I'll show Frank his room. How about you take a break Victoria, ease your mind a little. Ask the chefs to make you something to eat, yeah?"

"Thank you Gerard." Victoria says and walks off slowly. I can't help but notice how scared and careful looked, like if she said the wrong thing, she would be in trouble.

Gerard turned to me, a smile on his face, "Okay, follow me this way Frank."

I nodded and followed him as he began to walk toward the spiral staircase. The steps were wooden with a golden rug running up the middle of them. "You can talk ya know, I don't bite." Gerard laughed.

"Oh erm sorry." I said stupidly, climbing up the stairs. He looked back at me and gave me a sly and mysterious smirk, his eyebrows raised. This man was truly charming and as I said before....odd.

"Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind, Frank. Nobody here will judge you, except for maybe, ugh, my wife. But forget about her. Don't be afraid to take a break or relax after a while when you work." He told me. "Just act as if this your house. Well, it is now. My house is your house too."

"Thank you Gerard." I smiled. I was suprised by how nice he was being. I didn't expect him to be so kind to me, that just wasn't normal for people to act like around me.

We reached the stop of the stairs and he began to lead me down a long hallway. He had a very interesting sense of fashion. I expected there to be like paintings like the Mono Lisa or The Last Supper on the walls, but instead there were framed Hellboy and Star Wars posters.

Gerard lead me down the hallway until he stopped in front of a large brown door. He twisted the knob while looking at me, a sly smirk still on his face. He swings the door and and gestures for me to enter.

I poked my head inside before stepping in, looking around the room. I was actually very nice. It was averaged sized with beige walls and a queen sized bed. I smile when I see the Umbrella Academy pictures. That's when I realized, "Wait a second, you're Gerard Way!" I gasp.

He chuckled and leaned on the doorway, "The one and only."

"You wrote the Umbrella Academy'!" I exclaimed, a wide smile plastered across my face, "No wonder you're so rich!"

"Yup." He sighed, "Sometimes I wish I wasn't rich. But, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you unpack your things and come see me in my office when you're done. We have some things to discuss."

I nodded and placed my bag on the bed. Gerard stared at me for a second, then winked. "Those skinny jeans fit you nicely." He commented, then walked off, leaving me there, my face on fire as I blushed hardcore.

Notes

Yet another fic that I'm helping to write. And so far, I am enjoying it.






~Andrew\ Frerardsbuttsex