While we were eating, I couldn't help but notice these two men sat at a table near us. They were staring at Frank and whispering to eachother.
I had hoped they would leave us alone, but that hope was shattered when one of them spoke up.
"Hey stripper boy, why don't you give us a little dance?"

Frank’s P.O.V.

After the homophobes situation I really hoped I could get things better, so I offered to drive the car since Gerard would’ve probably killed us both accidentaly, and I had this little idea to get his mind off that. I drove us to the nearest McDonald’s, knowing that probably the idea of having a fancy date here would seem funny to him.

Everything went better than expected. We were eating our food, talking, laughing, exchanging flirty looks but most important, we were enjoying the moment. Right there, right then, we weren’t thinking anymore about any of our worries. Carpe diem I thought.

But of course, the moment had to be ruined somehow. It’s like if there’s a God up there he finds it quite funny to drive me insane.
I noticed Gerard’s glare constantly moving from my face to the table behind me and back to my face while there were obvious whispers coming from there.
I turned just a bit to see what’s going on there and I saw them, two of the most annoying ’clients’ of the club I work at. They are always so rude to all the strippers and not only, making vulgar comments and stuff like that.
They were staring directly at our table, not even bothering to hide it. I just hoped they will leave us alone evetually. I never considered myself a patient person, but I didn’t want to ruin the date even more so I shut my mouth and kept on acting like I didn’t notice the assholes.

And it worked pretty well until one of them peasants decided to open his mouth and fuck everything I worked so hard on to keep unfucked.
”Hey, stripper boy, why don’t you give us a little dance?”
Tried to keep calm, to save the date. But it was to no avail, as Gerard was red-er than a tomato, his fists clenched and his body all tensed up. I was mentally praying to whatever God is there to stop him from doing anything stupid, cos even if these guys were dumber than a banana, they still could fight really well and they weren’t the ”not using violence unless it’s necessary” kind of people.
So there I stood, giving Gerard the best puppy-eyes I’m capable of and begging him not to answer them. I saw his mood swing from angry to sad and back to angry again.
He sat up and went to their table. Oh, God, it was not gonna end well for us. Gerard said something about making smart comments and that was the last thing I heard before he was dragged outside and beaten up good.

Gerard’s P.O.V.

I woke up once again to the beeping sound of a heart monitor and soft sobs. I slightly open my eyes, not being able to bare the bright white lights. First thing I see is a sad little ball of cuteness that is Frank, curled up against the headboard of the other bed in the room, his hands covering his face.
And then I started to feel it. Unbearable pain shooting through my body, I started to feel every broken bone and bruised body part. That’s when I remembered what happend the night before.

He jumped off the bed and came straight to me. I was doing my best to smile, but my face hurt so bad. So when he hugged me it took all my strength not to move or scream in pain.
We just stood there in silence for a moment until I attempted to say something but it just hurt too much so I ended up opening my mouth just a little, a pained expression on my face. I was looking ridiculous, I bet.
Frankie hushed me up by pecking my lips.
”It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything now. Just rest. I’ll stay here, with you.”
With that in mind I fell asleep, with the most beautiful boy I have ever seen by my side.

******
When I woke up, Frankie was no longer there as he promised so I started to panick until I saw Mikey, my brother, on the seat that my boyfirend sat on before.
”M-mikey, where’s Frank?” I said, trying not to scream from the pain the simple act of talking inflected.
”Take it easy there, Gee. He had some things, he had to go. But he said he’ll be here soon.”
”Don’t you know what kind of things?”
He just smirked. That fucker knew something I didn’t.
I tried to persuade him into telling me. When I relised there’s no chance of succeeding I stopped.
”Kay, big bro, Imma leave you now. Get better soon!” he said as he left the room.”

After a while..

The sound of clicking heels getting closer and closer to my room woke me up the second time that day. When it finally stopped, the door to the room I was in opened.

Frankie stood there, an innocent smile on his face, his loving eyes asking if he could come in. I nodded and he stepped closer.

Wow.... I think I started drooling.
He was dressed in a short black gothic-Lollita kind of dress, black fishnet tights and high heeled combat boots. Black eye-shadow raccoon style, fingernails painted black and all that good stuff.

I was snapped out of my trance by Frankie’s cute little giggles.
He was now blushing.
”You’re really beautiful tonight.. Not like you’re not beautiful all the time... ugh.. you look ... special? tonight.. sorry, I’m dumb... Why are you dressed like this anyway? Not that I mind... you’re beautiful.. and I’m dumb.”
”I thought that if last night’s date was a fail, we should try again tonight?”
He looked at me, searching for approval.
”B-but I can’t get out of here.”
He giggled again.
”You don’t have to, dummy! The date will take place right here.”
With that being said, he took out from the bag, which I didn’t noticed he was carrying until then, two containers with our favortie kind of pasta: penne al arrabbiata, two fancy glasses and a bottle of red wine, which he put on the small table next to my bed.
”You didn’t have to do all this, you know? After all it’s my fault that yesterday’s date was a fail...” I said looking down, trying to hide the guilt that was showing in my eyes.
Frankie raised my head up with his hand.
”Hey, it’s not your fault those guys were being assholes, you were just being amazing at taking care of your boyfriend, as always. Don’t blame yourself.”
”So much for taking care of you... I passed out and let you there with them all alone..”
”I am okay but, let’s not talk about this right now. Let’s focus on the date. Alright, baby?”
We ate our pasta, made little talk, drank our wine. It was calm, nothing to ruin our mood, it was everything the last date was not. No homophobes or morons around, just the two of us.
After we’ve finished our pasta and wine, and we were kind of tipsy, I asked if he could take me to the balcony, since I needed to use a wheelchair for the moment.
We got out, on the balcony. Frank handed me a lit up cigarette and then lit up his own. Between drags I would sing lyrics of this song to him.
”Your hazel-green tint eyes watching every move I make,
And that feeling of doubt, it's erased
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.
You're the one and in you I confide more.
And we have gone through good and bad times,
But your unconditional love was always on my mind.
You've been there from the start for me
And your love's always been true as can be.
I give my heart to you,
I give my heart 'cause nothing
Can compare in this world to you.”
You know, I felt like we told each other I love you way too early. It’s not like I didn’t feel it, it just feels so much more right to be saying it now, after we’ve been through something, we have something to strengthen our relationship, to prove we’re real.

I looked at him, his beautiful hazel eyes looking right into my soul. I know I was looking gross given the fact that I was beaten, hospitalized and slept all day, but it felt like I was the most special person in the world right then, cos I had the most adorable, smart, funny... I could go on forever. The only world that would fit the description perfectly would be right. He was so right for me and I could only hope that I was just as right for him.
He was standing there, completely flawless. The moonlight was covering his face, his raccoon eyes now more smudged, the cigarette hanging one side of his mouth. For a moment I thought that this whole thing was just a dream, but the pain from the bruises on my body proved otherwise.

”Frankie...”
”Yes, Gerard.” He said smiling ear to ear.
”I ... I love you.. Really... I love you..”
He jumped, threw his cigarette on the floor without even bothering to step on it, and quickly wrapped his arm around my neck. I was then pulled in a kiss, the best kiss I was given my entire life. Because I could feel it, I could almost taste the happily ever after on his lips.
”I love you too..”

Notes

This chapter is dedicated to Jimmy The Rev Sullivan, former drummer of Avenged Sevenfold, one of my dearest bands that got me through a lot of shit and one of the reasons I'm still here today. The thing is, I don't know if you already know this but, The Rev died back in 2009 so yeah, you can call this a tribute to him. You may wonder 'what does it have to do with this story/chapter?'. Well, the whole time I was writing this I was listening to Avenged Sevenfold's older stuff, basically every album that The Rev contributed to.
The lyrics Gerard’s singing to Frankie on the balcony are from Warmness on the Soul by Avenged Sevenfold.
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