Oh, Baby Let Me In

I survived my first week of work. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.

I only really embarrassed myself once when I went to hand a guy his coffee and I spilled it all over the counter. I wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.

Everyone laughed at me and the customer stormed out. I would have gladly got him a new coffee.

I was happy the weekend was here.

Our mother called on Tuesday saying she was worried because she hasn't heard from me in a while. I assured her I was fine.

Mikey and I arranged to have dinner with her and our father this Sunday.

I was laying in my bed when my cell phone started to ring from my discarded jeans on my bedroom floor.

I scrambled off of my bed to see who was calling. It was a number I didn't recognize. I took too long to answer and my phone stopped ringing.

I was just about to set it down when the screen flashed that I had a voicemail.

I dialed my voicemail and listened to the message:
"Hey, Gee. This is Frank. Make yourself hot. Um, I'm picking you up a 6."

"What the fuck?!" I yelled out.
"Gerard? Are you okay?" Mikey called from his bedroom.
I ran into his room and placed my phone against his ear. "Here. Listen to this voicemail."

Mikey's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He handed my phone back to me. "Holy shit, Gee. I think Frank is taking you out on a date."
I gasped and took a step backward. "What?! Why?!"
"DUHHH. He likes you."
"I know that, but he didn't ask me out or anything."
Mikey squinted his eyes in thought. "I guess he knows what he wants. I don't know."

I bit my bottom lip nervously as I sat down on the edge of Mikey's bed.

"Wait a minute! How in God's name did he get my number anyway?"

Mikey looked at me with a guilty grin on his face.

"Mikey! What the hell?! You gave him my number, didn't you?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Ugh. Goddammit, Michael."

Michael snickered. "Sorry. He asked me for your number before I left work yesterday."
"I hate you."
"Nah."

"Ughhhh. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You want to date him though, don't you?"

I shyly nodded.
"Alright. Well, maybe this date will go fantastically and by the end of the weekend you'll have a boyfriend."

I groaned.

"Mikey, I'm scared. I can't even remember the last time I was even on a date. What if I fuck this up?"
Mikey sighed and turned to face me. "Look, Gee. I know you're afraid of getting close to anyone, but Frank likes you a lot. Just relax and be yourself. It'll be fine."
"I-I guess so."
"Yeah, exactly."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "Now. Stop talking to me and go get ready for your date, Romeo."

****
"I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I wrapped a yellow towel around my waist and strode over to my closet door and opened it.

I bit my lip in thought as I tried to decide what to wear.

I am not mentally prepared for this.

I settled on wearing a black long sleeved dress shirt with a red tie with black skinny jeans.

I put on a pair of sky blue boxer briefs and stepped into my skinny jeans and pulled them up. I buttoned them and walked back over to my closet and pulled out my black belt with the bat buckle. It was my favorite.

I put on all black socks and put on my Converse shoes.

I straightened my hair after it was completely dry. Then I put on some eyeliner and threw on a little bit of red eyeshadow.

I smiled to myself in my bathroom mirror. I was quite pleased with the way I looked. I only hoped Frank liked it too.

****
(Frank's P.O.V.)

I called Gerard's cell phone earlier but he didn't answer. I guess he didn't know it was me calling.

I don't know why but I managed to leave him a very straight forward voicemail telling him to make himself hot because I was picking him up in two hours.

I wanted to ask him out on a date. I didn't plan on demanding him to get ready like I did.

I feel kinda stupid for it. I hope I didn't freak him out too much. I'm gonna go to his and Mikey's at 6:00 and hope that Gerard wants to go out with me.

****
I showered and got changed. I figured I should dress nice for the occasion and wore black skinny jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt with my black studded belt.

I applied some eyeliner as well.

I got my hair dyed and cut today. It was blonde and black now. I think my hair looks sick. I can't wait to show Gerard.

I fed my dog, whose name is Sweet Pea and gave her fresh water. I took her outside to do her business.

I was pretty lucky. My apartment allowed pets.

I took my cell phone off the charger and shoved it into my back pocket. I slipped on my Misfits hoodie and went out my apartment door.

I hopped into the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition, and sped out of the parking lot.

****
I arrived at Gerard and Mikey's in no time at all. I gave myself one quick look in the mirror.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened up the car door and got out. I shut the door with my hip and strode up the front porch and knocked on the door.

My heart started to race. I was nervous as fuck.

Within two minutes the front door opened and Gerard was standing there.

I went to smile at him, but instead my jaw dropped. He looked beyond Hot.. He looked down right gorgeous.

Gerard smiled shyly at me. "Hi."
"H-hello, Gerard. You look great." I sputtered out finally.
"Thank you. So do you."
I managed to smile back this time. "Thanks."

"I love your hair."
"Really? I just got my hair done today."
"Yep. It suits you nicely."

Gerard cleared his throat. "Soo.....what are we doing?"
"I'm taking you on a date. We're going to dinner."
Gerard's smile grew bigger. "Sounds great. Just hold on a sec."

I nodded and in a jiffy, Gerard was back with his wallet and a pack of cigarettes in hand, along with his cell phone.

"Okay. Let's go."

I lead Gerard to my car. I opened his door for him. I shut it once he was inside. Then I opened up the driver's side door and got inside.

I started the car and headed to our destination. Olive Garden.

About twenty minutes later, we were there.

Once again, I opened up Gerard's door for him. I gently took his hand in mine as we walked up to the restaurant.

I held the door open for him. I had reservations made ahead of time so we only had to wait for five minutes or so.

"Wow. I can't believe you brought me here." Gerard said, opening up his menu.
I smirked. "Well, I love Italian, and I figured this would be great for a proper first date."

He smiled, showing his white teeth.

I just noticed; he has very tiny teeth. Can he get any cuter?

I ordered cheese ravioli and Gerard ordered Manicotti. Instead of dessert, we both got cappuccinos since we were pretty stuffed.

I paid the bill, after Gerard argued with me about him wanting to pay for his half. I simply was not gonna allow that.

We left and I drove him back to my house.

"Damn. That food was delicious. Thank you, Frankie." Gerard said from my black, leather couch.
I grinned at him. "You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
He grinned back at me.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked him.
"Um, sure. Water is fine."
"Got it. Be right back."

****
(Gerard's P.O.V.)

Frank looked absolutely breath taking. I could not believe my eyes.

I still can't believe he took me out on a date.

I know he likes me but I wasn't expecting him to do anything about it, but I'm very glad he did.

Frank came back with a bottle of Aquafina water for me and a can of Mountain Dew for himself.

"Thanks." I unscrewed the cap and took a long sip of my water and sat it in between my legs.
"No problem, Gerard."

There was a moment of silence until I asked him a question.

"So, Frank, why did you wanna take me out on a date?"
He took a sip from his soda then put it down on his coffee table. "Because. I like you. I can't stop thinking about you."
I scooted closer to him. "Oh?"
"Yeah. Like, when Mikey, you, and I went to the movies, I wanted to kiss you so badly."
"You kissed me before. Why didn't you then?"
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "I-I don't know. I mean things felt kinda weird between us. I just didn't think you wanted anything else to happen."
I shook my head and moved even closer to Frank. "I like you, Frank. You know I do. I just...ugh...I'm just afraid to get close to anyone."
"How come?"
"Because, every time I gave someone my heart, they broke it after saying that they loved me. I can't go through that hurt again. I won't."
"Gerard, I'm sorry."
"I don't know what I would do if it would happen again."

Frank pulled me close, and cupped my face in his hands. "Gerard, I promise you. I will not do anything to hurt you. I like you a lot, and I think I wanna be with you."
"Frank...."
"I know you don't believe me, but I will show you that you can trust me."
"I-I don't know.."

Frank shook his head and pressed his lips on mine, kissing me gently. I smiled as I kissed him back.

Frank pulled away, removing his hands from my face. He moved his hands down and grabbed my hands and held them.

"I don't know what to do to make you see how much I like you. I liked you ever since I first met you. Even when you would hide away down in the basement. I was interested in you. I wanted to get to know you."

After thinking about it for a moment I sighed heavily. "I'm still not sure.."

Frank stared at me blankly. "Are you serious? You won't take my word?"
"I'm sorry."
"You know what? No, Gerard. You don't trust me? Whatever. Just forget it."
"Frank, Listen-
"No. I'll take you home. I'm sorry for wasting both our time."
"Frank, wait."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I do trust you. That was stupid. I'm just terrified, y'know?"
He nodded. "I understand. And if your brother didn't trust me, he wouldn't have been the one egging me on to ask you out in the first place."
"He what?"
"Yeah. He's been asking me when I'm gonna ask you out. So I finally told him to give me your cell phone number since I was too chicken to ask in person."

Frank gave my hands a squeezed. "Gerard Way, you have my word. I will never hurt you."
I bit my lip and smiled. "Okay. I trust you, Frank Iero."
"Good. Now. One question first."
"Yeah?"
"Did you like our date?"
"I loved it!"
Frank let out a tiny giggle. "Good good. Now, another question. Will you be my boyfriend?"
I nodded and threw myself at him, kissing him deeply. "Yes!"

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