Gerard's P.O.V


"Oh shit." I mumble as the sound of the foreboding knock echos throughout my head. My fate has been sealed. I'm going to fuck something up and it will ruin the extremely slim chance I had to date Frank to begin with. I sit there next to Twiggy, frozen, while panic and nervousness courses through my veins.

"Do you want me to bitch slap you again Gee? If not then you need to get your dumbass up and have the best fucking night of your life." Twiggy states as she forcefully grabs my hand and pulls me up from the couch. When I don't move towards the door, Twiggy lifts her hand preparing to slap me once again.

"No wait! I-I can do this...I think." I say as I begin to slowly make my way towards the ominous door, I grip the knob with my perpetually shaking hand. I turn around to face Twiggy one last time before I meet my social doom. She smiles widely and gives me a thumbs up, urging me forth. I grin before I turn around once again while grabbing my black sweatshirt and slowly turning the knob, I take a deep breath before the door creaks open revealing the gorgeous little punk hobbit that will be the death of me.

He stands there, semi-awkwardly, with his hands in the pockets of his famous black skinny jeans. Eyeliner traces his intoxicating eyes that happen to be staring straight at me which makes me even more nervous, if that's even humanly possible. His ever alluring lips form a slight grin as I close the door behind me and step out into the cold. I awkwardly pull on my sweatshirt, fumbling a bit in the process which makes me look like a complete and utter idiot.

"Um...Heyyy...Frank." I say attempting to calm down as he looks at me, glancing over my every feature and many imperfections before finally and unexpectedly flashing me a big, toothy smile and grabbing my jacket sleeve pulling me along to whatever our destination may be.

"Um...where are we going?" I ask nervously as he guides me onto the sidewalk. He turns around staring at me intensively while he continues to drag me along.

"Well Gerard....I was thinking we could go to the park, since you know no one will be there this late." He says while letting go of my sleeve and slowing down his pace, so that he is now walking right beside me, inches away from touching. I can feel the sweat droplets begin to form. Damn my stupid bodily fluids....sexual innuendo not intended.

"Okay...are we just going to walk?"

"Yeah that was kinda the plan, are you okay with that?"

I nodded my head as we continue to walk side by side and the awkward silence begins to consume the crisp night air. When suddenly a group of drunken frat boy douches zoom down the empty street, shouting and whooping, and blasting shitty rap music threw their pretentious sports car radio. One of the dicks tosses an empty bear bottle out of the window as they fly past us, the bottle collides against the street and breaks into a million pieces, sending sharp shards of glass everywhere.

"People! What a bunch of bastards, am I right?" I say, suddenly gaining a burst of confidence, as I jokingly nudge Frank in the arm.

"I would have to agree with you on that one, Gee." Frank laughs and I blush at the sound of my nickname escaping his lips as we finally made it to the entrance of the run-down, usually abandoned park due to the fear of being murdered.

I suddenly felt Frank's soft hand brush against my own. I look down just in time to see him grab my hand and entwine my fingers with his, I blush the color of a tomato's ass as I struggle to think of how to react due to my chronic and sadly incurable awkwardness. He squeezes my hand slightly as he guides me to the rusty swing set.

"Whoa...holding hands..." I mumble, I seem to not be able to control what words randomly spew out of my face hole and these occurrences usually make for a rather uncomfortable situation. Like that one time with the oddly shaped birthday cake...

"Did you say something?" Frank asks as he raises his eyebrow most likely questioning my sanity and forming an escape plan.

"Oh..um..no." I say as his hand pulls away from my own, leaving me longing for his touch as he motions for me to sit down on the swing next to his.

I quickly oblige and plop down on the barley held together swing as it screams and creaks begging to be put out of it's misery, but sadly the poor old swing set is damned to many more years of obese children's asses tormenting and killing it slowly. Not a good way to go. I am pulled from my thoughts when Frank stares deeply into my eyes causing me to almost melt like fucking ice cream as I try to think of something to say to fill the rather uncomfortable silence.

"So...Frank where are you from?"

"Jersey. I moved here a few months ago to just...get away from everything I guess, a fresh start if you will. I have some things from my past that I rather not remember. " He says as he looks longingly down at the ground covered with mulch, a sadden expression now rests upon his pale face that glimmers under the moonlight. Damn when did I become a cheesy poet? But not even a good one.

"I guess we all have things that we need to forget..." I state as Frank looks up from the ground and catches my gaze. He grins as he opens his mouth to speak once more.

"Yeah....you're right, you know I'm really beginning to grow fond of you Gerard Way." I blush slightly at his comment, unable to hide it.

"I've been fond of you Frank Iero..." I mutter but I know he heard it as I saw his cheeks turn a slight shade of crimson.


*30 minutes later*


"Hey...Gerard, would you maybe like to come back with me to my apartment? You know it's getting rather cold and I was thinking some tea might warm us up." Frank states as he smiles widely hoping I'll say yes. This can't be happening right? I must be dreaming. Am I in some sort of sick, twisted Matrix type thingy? Because no one in there right mind, let alone a god like Frank fucking Iero, would want me to come inside their apartment. I sit on the swing stunned for a few seconds before I realize I have to respond.

"Oh...yes of course! I would love to!" I speak as I flash him a toothy smile, looking like a lame ass dork in the process. He suddenly jumps up while the swing breathes a relived sigh, Frank then takes hold of my hand, embracing it in a comforting grasp. He pulls me up off of my swing and unto the ground. I realize that our faces are inches apart at this point and our bodies almost touching. We stare into each others eyes while I feel his minty breath brush against my lips. Enticing me, begging me to just close the distance between us and feel his soft lips collide against my own.

I feel Frank's small hand rest against my hip, sending a spark of electricity throughout my body. Just do it, Gerard, kiss him! Kiss the little emo Frodo Baggins! DOOO ITTT DAMNITT!!!!

But I never get the chance to as Frank pulls away while still holding a firm grip on my hand and starts dragging me along to his apartment, without even saying a word.

Notes

Hi! Sorry if it sucks I just really wanted to update so it's probably not the best thing I've ever written. Thanks again to those who continue to read this, like I said it really means a lot to me and makes me almost explode out of happiness....so yeah. I'll try to update soon. Love you :)