(A/N: Dear people, this fic gets a bit rude with other members of the Way family. It’s just how I wanted to write this story. Please don’t get upset with me. I truly love Lynz, she’s my role model and bass-God, but I need her to be a bitch in here. It’s for the story’s sake. Thank you for your attention.)

If the ground could ever swallow me, it would be now. Hell, I even wished it would. I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what was actually happening. It was fucked up on so many levels I couldn’t even keep track on the reasons why I wished to disappear right then and there. Meanwhile, they all stared at me.

“I heard you didn’t want to meet us, Frank, why would you say that?” Mrs. Way asked me. Honestly? I don’t know, maybe because we were dating for about three months, and during the last one I cheated on your daughter with your husband? I mean I didn’t know that, but now when I’m thinking about it, it just adds up on the list.

“I guess I wasn’t ready for this move, yet.” I replied instead with a polite smile on my face. Fake one though, like Mrs. Way’s nails which I noticed, were blood red colored, just like her lips.

“Oh, well. I guess you’re ready now!” She said with a smile that might have been either the brightest or the fakest I’ve seen tonight, or ever for that matter.

“Gerard, why don’t you say anything?” Gerard? Who’s Gerard? My mind was fucked, my heart was about to stop beating from overuse, my legs were barely holding me up and my eyes darted around the room for explanation.

“Uhm, I just don’t really know what to say. I guess I haven’t found the right topic to join in the conversation.” Mr. Way said with his head still down. What was I thinking, of course she meant him. It’s not like there was anybody else than us in this place. Meanwhile, Gerard was still looking at the floor, but even then I could tell he was slightly blushing Oh my God. He was adorable. And his name… Gerard. So adorable and unique. Jesus, Frank, Stop! Not the best time for fangirling!

“Oh, okay.” Mrs. Way simply replied and then motioned for all of us to go into another room. Dining room, as I found out a minute later. I kept stealing glances at Amelia’s father, he seemed to avoid an eye-contact with me, and for the record, and I’m not surprised nor mad at him for it. He himself looked so miserable that I could barely imagine what kind of expression was stuck on my face.

Mrs. Way and Amelia leaved for kitchen, leaving the two of us alone. The second I realized we are about to be here stuck until they come back I almost shouted for Amelia to stay, and offering to help her mother myself, but I was too slow. So instead I just shut my mouth again, trying not to look any more awkward than I already did, in which I failed good minute prior to that, because of my damn wide open mouth. I would swear, that for a few seconds I caught Gerard looking at my lips, and it made me very uncomfortable. This is creepy as fuck, I thought to myself.

We were sitting there in awkward silence about 10 minutes, stealing glances on each other from time to time and feeling even more awkward when the other one was already looking. Then Mrs. Way and Amelia finally emerged from the kitchen with food and we were rescued as the atmosphere of the room changed from tight and awkward to uncomfortable yet bearable.

Amelia’s mother was asking me questions so frequently that sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder if this is friendly dinner or police hearing. Gerard, on the other hand, didn’t say a word. His expression on the other hand, said it all. He was angry, very angry, also somehow confused and even hurt. Why he was hurt I couldn’t tell, but why he was angry? Well that was quite obvious, and as if it wasn’t enough, in that exact moment as I stole another glance his way, I felt a hand creeping up on my thigh. What the hell? I almost jumped in surprise. But then again, the only one sitting by my side was Amelia. Wait, what is she doing anyway?

I turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised questionably. She just giggled and shrugged her shoulders. Oh nothing. I see. She’s been behaving like this for a while now, didn’t try to do that until now, though. I just hoped no one noticed what exactly happened. I mean, I wasn’t exactly careful, and she wasn’t helping either.

I wanted to turn back to my meal, but when I looked up again I met two hazel eyes across the table piercing through me. Oh. Well we weren’t that invisible after all. Damn. I should’ve expect him to notice, he was looking at me every other second and reminded me of a wolf who was observing his prey. And may I add, that thought wasn’t exactly positive for me.

I cleared my throat and reached out for my glass, hoping I wouldn’t start choking under his uncomfortable stare, when I calmed down, he was still looking at me. I tried to focus on my food instead.

My thigh was once again occupied by Amelia’s hand. This time, her hand wandered ever higher. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate. Not good. Not fucking good, not right now. Although, I noticed, that my heart started beating faster because I was worried that we would get caught, which wouldn’t be very good first impression, and not because I found it arousing.

I looked up again, blushing harder than ever in my life, and I noticed Mrs. Way giving significant look to Mr. Way. He just sighed and plastered some kind of smile on his face.

“So, Frank, tell us more about yourself.” Gerard said forcefully, almost like he was annoyed that he even has to speak to me. Well don’t wear yourself up, buddy.

“Uhm, there’s really not a lot I would say. I really don’t know. Depends on what you’re asking, I guess.” I replied politely. Then Mrs. Way decided to join the conversation again.

“What about your out of school activities? I hope you’re not one of those kids, who go to parties every night and get drunk or high.” She joked on the end. I heard a weird watery sound and then coughing. I look over to Mr. Way, who seemed to have a little problem with his drink, at the moment. I kind of found it amusing. Actually it was really funny, not just a little bit.

“Are you okay, Mr. Way?” I asked in overly sweet voice before I answered her question. Gerard on the other hand still had trouble with his water, which was probably creeping into his lungs instead of his stomach. In the end he was almost coughing his lungs out, but managed to nod as in ‘I’m okay, I’m just kind of dying over here’ sort of gesture. I smiled at him again and then finally answered his wife’s question.

“No, ma’am, of course not.” Well, at least not every day.

“No? You’re sure about that? You seem like this kind of kid to me a bit.” Gerard said once he was done suffocating. His voice now very irritated and raspy. My mind was screaming profanities as it processed what he just said. Hey! I wasn’t the one, who was buying drinks for a clearly underage person!

“Yes, sir. I stand by my answer.” I replied, looking straight to his eyes, and I noticed, that was the first straight on eye-contact we had tonight. Although I tried to be polite, I couldn’t let the chance slip away and I let my voice to have a little flirting undertone, especially when I said ‘sir’ and I knew he noticed right away, because… Wait, shit. Girlfriend.

Nobody else didn’t seem to notice, luckily.

It left him with pupils widen and mouth a bit hanging. He was still staring at me when I once again turned my attention to my food. It was hard to not look at him, though. He looked really funny with his eyes almost killing me and his mouth still slightly open. It was almost like he couldn’t choose if he was shocked or pissed off.

Somewhere between Amelia flirting and touching me, and me showing her hand away and flirting with her father, Amelia seemed to get annoyed because of I wasn’t paying attention to her as she would like, and even added more effort into her hand. I really didn’t want to her parents to know – well, at least not her mother, since her father already knew - what was going on, so I just sat there in my private hell.

Even though Amelia’s father already knew what was going on under the table, he didn’t say or did anything, he just kept spitting at me uncomfortable questions, clearly hoping to catch me off guard. And it almost worked few times, but I managed. Even though I was slowly going crazy.

At this point I wasn’t even listening to whatever they were saying. Sometimes I just smiled like an answer or nod or something. Amelia’s father had this facial expression like he wanted to kill me right on the spot and his face changed color to bright red. I didn’t need to be him to see he was even seeing in red. After an hour we were still sitting in dining room eating dessert, but for me it felt like a month. I needed to get the hell out of there.

“Honey, I just remembered - you’ve never been to my room! Let me show you!” Amelia cheered all of sudden in the middle of us eating our desserts. Oh God, thank you! Anything, just let me leave this room.

“Oh, o-okay.” I stammered. She took me by the hand and led me out of the dining room and up the stairs. Once we were up she showed me against a wall. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. She attacked my neck, then my lips. I don’t even really know how long we’ve been gone. But after a while I found myself on her bed lying on my back with Amelia sitting on me, still kissing my mouth.

I finally managed to drag my mind away from thinking about Gerard, who was sitting in dining room with no clue what was happening upstairs. And that was when I heard somebody shout.

“What the hell?!” I heard an angry voice coming from the door. Wait, didn’t Amelia shut or locked the door?

Amelia quickly climbed off me, looking guilty and ashamed as hell. I was slower, though. Still panting for oxygen as I heavily stood up and looked at the man.

“What the fuck do you the two of you think you’re doing?!” He yelled again. Shooting angry looks at me and Amelia, but mostly at me. What? What did I do wrong?! She started this, not me!

“Just to let you know, I won’t accept any of those things happening in my house, do you understand?!” Any? What about him and his wife, then? Hmm, maybe they’re not having sex. Oh, so that’s why he was in the club? Ugh, cheating bastard. Eh, girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. I’m cheating bastard too. Fuck, this is exhausting.

“I’m sorry, daddy! It won’t happen again, I promise!” Amelia said with one of hers overly-sweet voices. Uhm… Okay? What is this voice anyway?

“You really disappointed me, Amelia. How I said, I will not tolerate this. And you, Amelia, if you ever touch him again…” Wait, what? He seemed to notice too, because he shook his head and then went on again. “I meant, if you ever touch my daughter again this way, I will beat you up so bad, your own parents won’t recognize you!” And with these words he left the room.

Notes

Well this is a little bit shorter. I giggled so hard writing this. Only the thought of Gerard sitting there with killer look is so funny I can barely take it.