Maybe This Could Work...

The ride back home was quite pleasant. We talk about what there was still to do for dinner, that we could watch an episode of Supernatural or just watch a romantic comedy – it was Gerard’s suggestion, arguing the choice with that he felt very loving today -, while we listened to The Smiths on the CD player, his hand resting on my tight the entire time.
When we got home, we found Gina and Mikey, cuddled together on the couch, playing a voice command video, specially designed for people like Mikey. You basically tell the game where you’d like to move and then the game told you back what has happened. It was really boring and annoying, but I guess for a passionate game player like Mikey it was good enough.
Gerard carried the groceries in to the kitchen and I crashed down on the couch.
“You okay?” asked Gina. I turned my head to her, meeting her greyish blue eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine” I said, turning my head to Gerard in the kitchen, who was placing all the things he had bought out of the bags and on to the counter.
“Did you tell him?” she asked.
“Mhm” I nodded, really happy I did and even happier that he understood. I felt Gina wrap her cold fingers around my hand, gently squeezing it, comfortingly. I gave her a smile as a thank you.
“Hey, Frankie? You wanna come help me out?” Gerard sounded from the kitchen. I winked to Gina, then stood and walked over to Gerard in the kitchen, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, leaning my chin down on his right shoulder, kissing his neck.
“You bought a lot of stuff” I said, looking around the kitchen counter.
“Well, yeah, four people to feed” he giggled.
“So what do you need me to do?” I asked, kissing his neck again.
“Fuck me” Gerard said casually.
“Gladly” I smirked, my hand running down to his crotch.
“But not now” he carefully said, taking my hand up to his lips and kissing my knuckles.
“Now I need you to start with the mash potatoes, while I get this turkey in the oven” he said, unwrapping himself from my embrace.
“Eh... Yeah... Sure...” I stuttered, looking at the bag of potatoes like they were the devil himself. I never learned how to cook anything. I mean, how could I? I lived with a man who drank most of his days and ordered takeout every now and then. All I learned to make in my life time was coffee and breakfast foods and nothing more. That’s all I ever needed to know in the kitchen. I got my lunches in school and dinners were mostly those takeout leftovers or I went to Gina’s house.
Gerard placed the turkey inside the oven, turning up the heat, then he turned back to me, frowning.
“It’s not going to bite you” he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“I know” I said back to him, a little too defensively.
Gerard looked at me, his eyes flickering between me and the potatoes on the counter.
“No” he gasped out, a playful smile forming on his lips.
“Shut up!” I hissed at him, but couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.
“Seriously?” he asked, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me close to him. I remained quiet, avoiding eye contact and blushing hard to the colour of a fire truck.
“That’s cute” he said, pressing a kiss on my forehead.
“Shut up” I mumbled in to his chest.
“Come on, I’ll show you” he then said, turning me back to the counter, the bag of potatoes once again on front of me and I felt like it was mocking my cooking skills, which I didn’t possess.
“First” he said, his voice smooth as honey, then he pressed a light kiss on the tip of my nose: “We’re gonna clean them, okay?”
I nodded, still feeling a little dumb about the whole thing, but Gerard kind of made the whole thing feel lighter. I just didn’t like not knowing how to do stuff. While I was learning how to play the guitar I got so frustrated when I couldn’t learn right away, I think I actually wanted to smash the guitar at least five times in the process. Of course I didn’t...
So, Gee and I started cleaning those mocking potatoes, splashing water at each other and squealing like five year old girl, receiving all kinds of comments from Mikey and Gina.
So I’m not gonna give you a set by step on how to prepare mash potatoes, but by the time we were done, we had it all over our faces and all over the kitchen, so there was barely any left in the dish.
All in all, my first time cooking wasn’t so bad and I wasn’t complaining over the shower we took after, while we still waited for the turkey to be done, while Gina and Mikey prepared what was left to be prepared.
As Gerard and I were finishing up, I couldn’t help myself, but to smear some more of those potatoes over Gerard’s face and he gave me a look of pure evil. I stuck my tongue out at him, before running away and up the stairs towards the bathroom, Gerard being right behind me.
He grabbed me by my wrist and pinned me up against the wall, just as I wanted to reach for the doorknob of the bathroom.
“You little teas” he growled in such a sexy voice.
“What’re you gonna do about it, huh?” I said back, biting down on his lower lip. Then he kissed me. It was sweet and passionate, his hand slipping under my shirt, removing it with his other hand.
Then without another warning, Gerard lifted me up bridal style, reattaching out lips together. It was nothing more than our lips pressed together, yet it was the most amazing thing ever.
He carried me on to the bathroom, sitting me down on the edge of the bathtub and kneeling down before me. He gentle touched my cheek, his eyes combing through every detail on my face.
“You’re so beautiful” he hummed in his sexy voice. I lowered my look away from him. My eyes focused on the white lines between the mint green and white floor tiles. It seemed like they weren’t cleaned in a while, but there was a sparkly clean spot right by the tub, where only a week ago, was a small pool of Gerard’s blood.
I just couldn’t understand how Gerard could call me that. Beautiful... I was far from that word, far from anything having a close meaning of that word. In the best case, I was okay at most.
“Frank?” Gerard soft voice called to me. My eyes slowly flickered up to meet his warm hazel eyes.
“I love you” he mouthed out, a kind smile curving his lips. In answer I slowly leaned in and kissed him warm lips. His lips were always the best comfort and his arms the best shelter. Maybe a home isn’t always four walls and a roof, sometimes a home can be a pair of arms, holding you tight, making you feel protected from all harm.
That was Gerard for me. He’s everything to me.
Gerard was the one to pull away, removing a strand of hair that fell on to my face.
“How do you feel about taking that shower now?” he asked, the right corner of his lips curved as he spoke. I smiled and nodded.

Soon the bathroom was hid away in the steamy clouds emerging from the scolding hot water covering our bodies. I was pressed against the once cold, but now equally warm tiles, my left hand gripping on to the shower curtain, my right hand around Gerard’s neck. Our bodies were pressed close together, almost as one, not in a sexual way, but I guess in pure love, our lips the same, the water coming from the shower head poring over us.
It was really nice, being finally clean.
We spent most of our time under the shower clinging on to each other, like it was for dear life and I didn’t want it any other way. And Gerard was so beautiful... His wet red hair completely flattened down and sticking to his face, the hot shower drops running down his face and body and a smile of pure happiness painted over his face.
That beautiful moment under the shower, was interrupted though, with Mikey knocking on the door, saying that dinner was finished. Gerard sighed dramatically, but turned off the shower anyways, handing me a fresh towel, wrapping another one around his waist.
We quickly dried off, Gerard even blow dried his hair, whilst I left it wet, allowing it to dry on its own.
We arrived downstairs to a completely set dining table with a table cloth and everything, even a small lit candle in the middle of the table, next to an open space, where the turkey would be placed.
All that, it reminded me of all the Thanksgiving dinners my mother hosted before everything, when my grandparent’s from both side of the family would come over.
I could honestly say that I was happy at that moment, genuinely happy. I was with people that cared about me and I was with the love of my life. Everything was perfect actually.
Gina, Mikey and I sat down behind the food filled table, while Gee took the turkey out of the oven and placed on the open space on the table, right in the middle.
“Do we need to pray or something?” asked Mikey.
“Nah, unless anyone’s religious here, or something?” Gee looked cautiously looking around the table at us.
“Guess not” I shrugged. To tell the truth, my mom was religious, but at the same time she was excepting of different things, thing that the bible basically is against. And we always prayed before dinner before she died and all that. She didn’t force anything on me, so I’m more or less atheist, with a speck of Christian beliefs.
“Okay, then dig in, people!” smiled Gerard, sitting down next to me and giving me a quick kiss.
Conversation quickly took place after we had filled out plates with delicious food, Mikey needing some help with that task, but he still managed. We kept the topics of conversation easy; movies, series, books and once we got on to the topic of comic books, Gerard just wouldn’t shut up. It turns out, he is a big comic book lover, with a whole collection of them in his study – to all honesty, I really didn’t notice them before, but after this dinner, every time I went in to his study, my eyes would flicker through the collection, to see if there was anything new – and he had a dream since childhood, that one day he might write a comic of his own, which he would title The Umbrella Academy.
While I watched him talk about comic books and his dream, I couldn’t help but notice how he lit up when he talked about it. There was this spark in his eyes, like he was already living his dream of being a comic book writer. He was so excited about it!
“Okay, Frank, now we’ve heard Gerard’s biggest dream, in excruciating detail might I add” Mikey said after Gerard had finished speaking – which took a while – and all three pairs of eyes turned to me. My dream? Well, I think it’s more or less obvious (maybe not to Mikey, but okay).
“I don’t know... I guess, I want to be a musician” I shrugged, rolling some peas around my plat.
“Obviously” Gina smiled, rolling her eyes. I stuck my tongue out at her, receiving a giggle from Gerard.
“Like you mean, have a band?” continued Mikey, putting his arm around Gina’s shoulders.
“Mhm... I could never go completely solo, ‘cause I just love the idea of making a band, and naming it and figuring what the fuck it is. It’s just a fun process” I explain to Mikey, a smile creeping on to my face.
“Have you been in a band before?” wondered Gerard.
“Twice actually, a couple years back” I admitted.
“Really?” Mikey asked surprise evident in his voice.
“Yup” I smiled, remembering all the good times I had while in Pencey Prep and Hybrid.
“It was really awesome actually” spoke Gina: “I mean, he’s not the greatest singer, but he’s good. Really good”
“That’s awesome” Mikey smiled: “Gerard has a great voice too. I mean he doesn’t sing much these day, but when we were kids, he had this play at school and it was Peter Pan and-“
“Mikey, we don’t need to talk about that” Gerard interrupted his brother.
“Why not? It was awesome” Mikey, giggled, his eyebrow raised.
“Because, dear brother, I had to wear green fucking tights, that’s why” Gerard said through his teeth, but I could see he found this amusing.
“Oh my God! You wore green tights?” I laughed, just imagining it.
“Yes, and the nine year old me rock those tights, by the way” Gerard smirked.
“You looked fucking ridiculous! Our grandma actually made him the outfit” Mikey laughed.
“Yeah, she really encouraged me to go for it. And I did. And I got the part” Gerard said, and I could see he was proud of himself for getting that part.
So, yeah, after a while, Thanksgiving dinner was actually fun and I was glad to spend it with the people I did.
“Okay, is everyone finished?” then asked Gerard, looking at all of us.
“Why?” I asked, handing him my plat when he extended his hand to take it. He did the same with Gina and Mikey’s plat.
“Because I have an announcement and I don’t want any chocking hazards” he said with a small smile. Gerard took the plats to the sink, then returned back to the table, but he didn’t sit down. Two pairs of eyes and one pair of ears completely focused on him.
“I have decided on something” he began, a nervous smile playing on his lips. We all remained quiet, wanting him to continue.
“I have decided...” he repeated, then paused, probably for dramatic effect.
“...That, I’m going to cut my hair and dye it white”
To be honest, I didn’t know how to react to his news. Gerard... With short white hair? I just couldn’t imagine it...
“Baby, are you sure?” I carefully ask, not wanting to seem too un-fond of the idea.
“Yes, and I will be doing right before Christmas break” Gerard said, a big grin on his face now that he had made his announcement.
We were all quiet for a few moments, before Mikey broke the silence.
“Well, okay then. Sucks I won’t be able to see it” Mikey sighed.
“Don’t worry when you’ll get robot eyes in the future, you can see the it” shrugged Gerard.
“If they ever create robot eyes, that is” Mikey corrected him.
After Gerard’s big announcement, all four of us flopped down on to the couch, and Gerard put Dawn Of The Dead, one of his and Mikey’s favourite movies. The movie actually wasn’t that bad. I really enjoyed it, while snuggled up to Gerard, my head resting on his chest, and the whole time I could hear his heart steadily beating in the same rhythm. Somewhere through the movie, I looked up at him, him being completely focused on the television screen, the light of it reflecting in his eyes.
He was just so beautiful. I was going to miss his red hair. It really made him stand out, made him different in a good way.
Just being like this with him, sitting or lying on the couch, watching movies or even if we did nothing; this was still my absolute favourite thing to be doing. It was just simple, yet so amazing that I could barely breathe. At moment I could believe that Gerard and I were actually dating, like in a serious relationship, that I could say: ‘Yes, this is my boyfriend and I love him with all my being’. It was the most amazing feeling waking up in his arms every morning and falling asleep the same way.
After Dawn Of The Dead was over, Gerard made us watch Night Of The Living Dead, saying that we most absolutely need to see it. Midway through the movie, Gina had fallen asleep and I was slowly following her in to dream land.
“Hey, sweetheart, wanna go to bed?” Gerard gently asked.
“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll just go smoke a cigarette to wake up” I said, unwrapping my arms from Gerard and grabbing my coat as I made my way outside, packet of cigarettes and lighter in hand.
It had gotten even colder throughout the day, now not even my army coloured coat keeping me warm anymore. I walked down to the road and sat down on the sidewalk, lighting the cigarette. For a moment, as I inhaled, it seemed like that one little roll or tobacco between my lips was going to warm me up, but as soon as I exhaled, the warmth left my body, leaving it in shivers.
I checked my phone for the time; 2 am. Thank god there was no school tomorrow.
The night was calm, multiple clouds in the sky, hiding away millions of stars.
The cigarette soon burned out, and I returned back inside, finding Gerard right where I left him on the couch.

It was five in the morning, Gerard and I were in, I guess, our room, Gerard sitting cross legged and leaning back on the head board, my head resting in his lap, a cigarette between my lips.
“Hey Frankie?” Gerard asked, taking the cigarette away from me, just as I inhaled, and took it to his lips.
“Yeah?” I slowly blew the smoke up towards Gerard face, letting it pass around him like mist.
“Would you be my model?” he asked, pushing the cigarette to the corner of his lips, so he could speak.
“Model? For what, exactly?”
“For painting. Would you let me pain you and draw you in every way possible?” he asked, passing me back the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
“Like the lack of my consent ever stopped you” I smirked, remembering the drawing he made of me, that I saw the first time I was at his place.
“You were just so gorgeous that day, I just had to” he defended himself.
“Oh, really?” I smiled, taking his hand, brushing my lips against his knuckles.
“Yes, really” he smiled.
“So, will you be my model?”
“Of course... You can paint me like one of those French girls” I said, trying to make my voice as seductive as possible, looking up at Gerard with my eyebrow raised.
“You’ll be the sexiest French girl that ever lived” Gerard smiled back, then scrunched down, softly kissing my lips. The kiss lasted a while, our tongues slowly brushing against each other every time our lips slightly parted.
As we pulled away, I inhaled from the cigarette again, then passed it back to Gerard, who finished it off and threw the burned bud out the open window, that was letting in the cold later November night air.
“So, green tights?” I smiled up at him, as he took another cigarette from the packet, and lit it.
“Oh, god... Yes, I wore green tights” he said, rolling his eyes, yet smiling nevertheless.
“Are there any pictures?” I giggled.
“No...” Gerard said, avoiding eye contact: “...Maybe”
“Can I see them?”
“They’re back at my parents’ house. If we ever go there, you have my permission to look through ever photo album you find”
“You promise?”
“I promise my love”
And we kissed again, passing Gerard’s inhaled smoke between our mouths.
“I love this” mumbled Gerard against my lips, as I blew the smoke out with the corner of my mouth.
“What?” I asked, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.
“This. Just being with you like this. Doing nothing, just smoking and talking” he explained, taking another drag of the cigarette.
“Yeah, I like this too” I agreed, letting Gerard place the cigarette in to my mouth. As I took the cigarette out of my mouth, in attempt to just hold it between my fingers, the small roll of tobacco slipped out of my hand. It kind of grazed my cheek, then landed next to my face on the sheets immediately burning them.
“Oh, shit!” I immediately sat up and picking up the burning cigarette. It burned threw the white sheet, leaving a small black mark on the mattress.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry Gee” I started apologising, but Gerard just smiled in return.
“It’s okay sweetheart, it’s just a bed sheet. I’ve got more of them” he said reassuringly, wrapping his arms around me and gently pulling me back close to him, so my head rested on his chest.
“You make me so damn happy you know that?” Gerard said, and I could hear him smile.
“Really?” I asked, slight disbelieve noticeable in my voice.
“Mhm...” Gerard hummed.
“You know what Van Gogh did so he would feel happy?” he then asked me, lifting my head up by my chin so our eyes met. I shook my head, expecting him to elaborate.
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow pain, because the thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so, because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but no one ever got the point. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it every day, because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint” he finished and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
“And you are my yellow paint” he said against my lips, sending electricity over my body.
“You’re my everything” he added.
And yeah... He was and always will be the only yellow paint in my life.

We sat there, smoking cigarettes, at five in the morning, and it is one of the best and fondest memories I have of us... Even, now, when it’s all finished and done, I still dream of this night. Even now when I’m sitting on the fire escape outside my apartment, smoking one of my roommates cigarettes, my thoughts still carried me back to that night. This memory follows me around everywhere I go...
But before we get here, I think you deserve to hear the rest of the story. To hear how we ended up like this.

Notes

Heey Sweethearts! :D I really hope this chapter is okay, because I suck at writing anything remotly fluffy... *sighs*
And I'm sorry it took a while for a new update, but I had writers block and I've been going through something person.... Basically I'm trying to have the guts to come out to my family, but I'm scared out of my fucking mind to do it. But I will do it (hopefully) soon. Wish me luck?

But anyways... Hope you like it and sorry if it sucks, because like I said, I suck at writing fluff....

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