I'll Mess Up Everything!

"Gee! Where's my tie?!" I shouted from our bedroom. I was trying to get ready for a special meal that Gerard's mum had prepared for us, as it was our one year anniversary last week. I hear shuffling and a voice shouting back at me. 
"I've got it here! Don't worry Frankie!" he shouted back. In response, I bolted out the door, ran downstairs and found the most beautiful human being ever. Gerard, my husband. I stare at him in awe as I take in his clothing, black tie with a weird and wacky design on them, a black suit complete with literally everything else black, just how it should be. Jesus Christ, I looked like a potato next to him.
"if you're quite done staring, I have your tie." he mocked as he held it loosely in front of him. Taking it from his grasp, I turned away momentarily to attempt to tie it. Truth it, I don't fucking know how to tie a tie, nor does Gerard know that I can't, but I don't want to embarrass myself. 
"Frank?" a soft whisper said in my ear. "You look like you're having trouble with that, I'll help." I sighed yet, reluctantly, turned to face my angel. What I saw was a face of unjudgemental features, a certain softness to his features that nobody but I get to witness, and that is a blessing. 
"Thank you-" I mumbled as he gently guided his skilful hands around the tie, but not before he pulled me to him and kissed me. Everytime I swear I still get those butterflies I got the first time I saw him and every touch, every embrace and every kiss was magical. 

He pulled away and revealed a carefully tied tie as he gave me a huge smile. 
"You look gorgeous." was all he said before inhaling deeply. That's the thing about him, he doesnt call me hot or fit or any of those frequently misplaced words. He carefully chooses them by using words like 'beautiful' or 'handsome' or the one he used just now. 
"I could say the same thing about you, but you're obviously a lot more beautiful than me," I added cheekily. He gave me a warning shot before sighing. 
"Dont get into the 'who's prettier' conversation, you know how those end up" and yeah, I do know how the end up, they usually finish with either me or Gerard on the floor with the other on top, tickling the other one until they gave up, and even then it was a tough one to do. 
"Anyway, we'd better go, special night tonight" he finished as he grabbed the keys from the side. 

Everything over the past year has been... Different. It has all seemed like one massive fantasy. And to be honest, our lives so far haven't been normal at all, unless you count normal as starting a band in high school with your crush and a couple of mates, having certain- issues, getting a record deal, going on tour, having your friend- well, you know what happened to him, and trying to kill yourself. Nothing at all has been normal, but this past year has been the only time where Gerard and I could actually settle down for a while and enjoy life. It hasn't been easy, nothing has been easy, but we've made it. 

A hand tickled my own as my love looked down lovingly at me. 
"Let's go." he said before we went out the house and into the car, Gerard of course opening my door for me with a smile.
Fuck, I love that man. As soon as we're in the car, it comes to life an before I knew it, we were travelling down the road towards Way residence. Car journeys worry me sometimes, there's always a certain point where you can't think of anything else to say or make conversation about, so you end up wandering about in the deepest parts of your thoughts and that, to me, is petrifying. I hate being left on my own with thoughts and conspiracies whirling around in my head at a million miles per hour, it's fucking terrifying. But what's worse is that its always the same thoughts, hatred, betrayal, loss, death, destruction, to name but a few. Gerard knows about this so try's his best to keep me occupied when he goes out or something, hes considerate like that. 
"You okay Frankie?" I heard clear from my distorted thoughts. I looked at my husband.
"Yeah! I guess I'm just nervous or something, I don't know." I half-lied to him. I hate lying, especially to Gerard but sometimes it isn't worth the hassle. Luckily, he bought it and softened a little bit more. 
"Good, we're almost there, could you text Mikey and tell him we will be there in literally two minutes." 
I did as was told and texted Mikey quickly. Deciding to preoccupy my mind, I looked through our old messages. 

From: TWAT-IN-LAW (Mikey)
OI! Next time you come over, less of the touchy touchy please, even mom noticed and it's weird as fuck man, he's still my brother!

To: TWAT-IN-LAW (Mikey) 
You're just jealous Mikes! Ahahah!

From: TWAT-IN-LAW (Mikey)
Jealous that you're fucking my brother... That makes total sense Frank! 

Okay? That's slightly strange but oh well. 
"Were here!" Gerard announced as he stopped the engine and bounced out of the car, me hot in pursuit to find a rather happy Mrs Way and the fabuolous Mikey Way. 
"This is going to be interesting, I can tell-" Gerard whispered to me. And to be honest, I can see where he's coming from, Mikey looks a lot more- mysterious than usual. As if he's hiding something. And trust me when I say that mysterious Mikey is a hell of a lot more scarier than normal Mikey. 
"You alright Mikes?" I ask. 
"Yeah-" he mumbled. Right, something's up. Mrs Way interrupted us. 
"Right, sit down you awful lot- and Frank- dinner will start to get cold!" 
Oh right, she's cooked us dinner, and this is why I love this woman. 

We all made our way to the table, Gerard shoving Mikey out the way, fighting over who gets to sit next to me. 
"Fuck you Gerard! You get to see him every fucking day!"
"Fuck you Mikey, he's my fucking husband not yours!" 
"Owch! Stop kicking me!"
"Stop shoving me!"
"Stop-"
That's it, Jesus Christ. 
"Fuck sake guys! Were not five year olds anymore. Let's be responsible adults, yes?" I told them. They both looked at each other intensively. For a second I thought they would do what I told them, that was before Gerard pushed Mikey onto the sofa and stole the seat next to me. 
"Frankie!!!" he shouted as he put his head on my shoulder. 
"You're unbelieveable." I sighed. 
"But you loooveeeee me so I get away with it. And plus you're smiling so again, I'm in the clear!!!" he teased. Fuck. 

Dinner was soon brought out to us, a complete Sunday roast, and this is something I rarely have, so I savour every mouthful. I nod and mumble my appreciation throughout the meal as the others make small- talk. 
"So, how's work?"
"Are you coping well?"
"Is Gerard behaving himself?" 
These were the popular questions until the big news breaker was revealed. 

Mikey raised from his seat, to what I assumed to put his plate away, but he didn't pick it up nor was he close to finishing. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to talk. 
"I have to go." was all he said in a rather monotone accent. What?
"What? Why? Where are you going?" Mrs Way asked before Mikey finally snapped. 

"I have a girlfriend." 

Notes

Hello again! I've missed you, you probably didn't miss me but I dont care! I'm back!

So, I'm half way through my exams and decided to come back here as I have a lot of new and exciting ideas so I'm just hitting them all off the bat right now *nervous laughter*

anyway, it's good to be back and I will update very shortly! Ciao.