It started with nothing

‘Gerard, come back to bed.’ I sighed and pouted. I was trying to make him lay down again for more than half an hour, but he was still pacing around our hotel room and mumbling something about some important meeting he haven’t mentioned before.

‘No, I can’t.’ He murmured, now aggressively searching for something.

‘Geraaaard,’ I sighed again and laid back on the bed. ‘I don’t know why are you so stressed out… except for the obvious of course.’ I added and motioned my hand between us.

‘I have an important meeting and I don’t know when it’s starting, and I can’t find my planner.’

‘Chill out, I bet it’s not even today.’

‘HA! I found it!’ Gerard squalled as he was going through his notes with very focused expression.

‘Oh,’ He breathed out.

‘What?’

‘It’s next week on Monday.’

‘See? I told you so. Now, get in here Gerard, I’m starting to get colder and colder with every second you search for nonexistent meeting you don’t have to attend.’

Gerard just smirked and threw away his planner. In the next second he was lying beside me. No. He was crushing me. I couldn’t breathe. But I didn’t mind. Somehow I thought it would be a nice way to go.

*

It has been more than three weeks since our little moment at my place. Since then we’ve been… well you could say we’ve been dating. But not really. Ugh. It’s complicated. I don’t know. I just know that it feels right. And good.

We’ve been hanging out more often, not in office of course. That would be a) weird and b) suspicious. Since Gerard was married, coming home late from work was the most obvious sign of cheating. And it also could be our end. Honestly.

‘Honestly I don’t know why are you complaining, screwing older guy with experiences has to be really good, and adrenaline, cause he’s married. So it’s quite a gift package. Excitement with adrenaline. Loving it.’ Dean told me over the phone on Saturday afternoon when I came home from another 'date' with Gerard.

‘Dean I swear to God, if we weren’t talking on the phone, I would fucking kill you and dump you somewhere near forest so no one would find you until you would rot in there so long the whole town would smell you.’

‘Ew. Gerard doesn’t care that you’re a psychopath?’

‘Uhm no, he doesn’t know my psychopath side yet.’

‘Well enjoy him until then, ‘cause honestly, when he finds out, he will move the whole family to New Zealand.’

‘Shut up and rather tell me what to do.’ I groaned and fell on my bed, totally exhausted from my little trip to a shithole known as motel beside some abandoned out of town road.

‘Screw him…. Literally.’ Right when I wanted to tell him to fuck off and hang up, I heard a weird muffled noise and shouting something about ‘Not being an sexist idiot and give him the fucking phone’ and then I heard Sam’s voice.

‘Frank you have to end it. Seriously. It’s wrong and absolutely disgusting. You date his daughter for Christ sake!’ Great. My friends are judging me now. I know I deserve it, but it still hurts to hear it like this. Especially from Sam.

*‘Fucking hell Sammy, give my fucking phone.’*
*’Go to hell Dean, you suck at giving advices.’*

‘As I was saying Frank, end it.’ Sam said after not so quiet fight with Dean.

‘I know, Sam. I do. It is disgusting and all of that shit, but I can’t bring myself to do that.’

‘Just please don’t put up with some cheeky line like ‘He’s like a magnet, I can’t help myself.’ Or some shit like that.’ He groaned at annoyance.

*’Sammy! You little shit! Give me my phone back!’*

‘No I won’t say that, even though it’s true.’

*’Get lost Dean! This is my room after all!’*

‘So what then, huh?’ Sam asked once again.

‘Fuck I don’t know, Sam! What do you want me to say? That he’s just another mindless fuck, and that I’ll dump him when I’ll get bored? Cause honestly, that won’t fucking happen!’ I shouted. I got so fucking sick of Sam and his opinions on my relationships that I just blew up. I couldn’t help it. I was half through preparing my speech if Sam would still be annoying truth-saying shit he is, when I realized that on the other end was deadly silence.

‘Sam? Dean? Are- Are you there?’ I asked, quite afraid what exactly I said.

‘You love him.’ Sam breathed out. It wasn’t even a question. It was just stating of obvious thought with which I was playing in my head for a while now.

*’Shit.’*

‘You do, don’t you?’

I stayed silent. I didn’t want to say it out oud. It seemed surreal and totally insane. I can’t be in love with a married guy, work with him and date his daughter. Sam is right. It’s completely wrong. But somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to end it. I was thinking about him constantly. My heart skipped a beat every time when he touched me. His smile brightens every shitty day. And his face is the last thing I see before I fall asleep. I guess that’s love, but I how long can it last? Honestly, I wasn’t giving us a big chance to surviving, although I was praying for it so hard.

‘Frank?’

*’Fucking hell this is one big shitty situation Sammy, what do we do?’*

‘Hush Dean. Frank? Come on.’

‘I -,’ I stammered. Can I even say it out loud? I mean, if I was about to ever admit it, shouldn’t be Gerard the first one to hear it?

*’Goddammit, this waiting is awful.’*
*’Shut up, Dean.’*

‘I think- I do.’

‘You do what, Frank? I wanna hear it.’

‘I think I love him.’ There. I said it. The weight fell of my shoulders right after I said it. I felt better. Funny, really. I thought I’d feel worse. I never really talked about my feelings. But this time I did, and it didn’t feel bad at all. Which was strange.

*’Oh fuck!’* Then there was a loud crash on the other end, some shouting and weird noises and after that Dean was on again.

‘Frank? Don’t you fucking dare listen to Sammy, we’ll get through this. You two will get through this. And I fucking swear, even if I was about to go through the hell and back, I will be by your side to help you, and I don’t care how fucked up this is. Do you hear me?’

I smiled. Dean was, even though he was sometimes a douchebag, the best friend I could ever ask for. And undoubtedly, he had the biggest and the kindest heart of all the people I’ve ever met.

Before I got to answer I heard a soft knock on my window. When I turned around, I saw Gerard hanging on tree that was planted right beside my bedroom window. I opened it, my phone still at my ear.

‘Listen I know we just saw each other, but I know a perfect place for dinner.’ He smiled and adjusted his position so he wouldn’t fall off.

‘You came here, broke into our property, crawled up onto our tree, just to ask me out.’ I said. Okay it was funny. Like a lot. But it was also somehow really nice and sweet. Like in old chick flicks or something like that.

‘Uhmmm yep. Would that be a bad thing?’ He smirked and cocked any eyebrow.

‘No?’

‘Then what, are you coming?’

‘I – I don’t-,’

‘Frank…’ I heard Dean’s voice coming through the speaker of my phone.

‘I got you remember? Tell your parents you’ve gone to my place or something. I’ll cover for you.’

Okay. I was in. Whatever that meant.

‘Yeah, I’d love to, Gerard.’ A wide cute smile appeared on his face and I couldn’t help but smile too.

‘I’ll be down in a minute, wait for me on the end of our block.’ Gerard nodded and somehow silently (and without injuring himself) disappeared.

‘Go, have fun. Be happy. You deserve it.’ Dean said and before I could ask him what he meant exactly, he hung up. Weird. He put some special meaning into the last sentence. He couldn’t know about my dad, could he? I hope not. But how he could know anyway, I was always good at hiding things. Ugh, drop it, Frank, you have a date.

Yeah. I did. I have a date with Gerard. First official one. And even though I will end up in hell, I couldn’t care less.

Notes

Ooooh helloo! You didn't think I'd come back so quickly did you? Haha!

I'm not sure if you'll like this chapter, I have mixed feelings about it, not the storyline, but the grammar. I really wasn't paying attention I just let my imagination to take control, so if you find it extra annoying, if the grammar is bad or the tenses are confusing I'm sorry. I hope it's not that bad!

Anyway I hope you'll enjoy it. And enjoy the slow and comfy sailing while you can!