Gerard Way vs the World
Chapter Seven: I Like Being Weird, Weird's All I've Got. That and My Sweet Style
Gerard's P.O.V
*Frank's apartment, Monday 9:00 p.m.*
Frank closes the front door behind us as we enter his small but cozy apartment. The walls are painted a solid gray while the floor is covered in shaggy carpeting making me feel like I've just time traveled to the 70's. He grins and motions for me to sit at his round wooden kitchen table that's only big enough to fit two people. I move towards one of the chairs as Frank heads into the tiny kitchen.
"What kind of tea do you want?" He asks as he opens one of the wooden cabinets above him.
"There's more than one kind?" I question while sitting down.
"We have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment, and...earl grey." He speaks as he turns around to face me, awaiting an answer.
"Did you make some of those up?"
Frank laughs slightly as he grabs two mugs. "I think we'll have sleepy time." He says while preparing the tea.
"So...Gerard, do you want me to get you a blanket? You look awfully cold." He asks noticing my shivers and my arms wrapped around my chest. Frank sets the two steaming black mugs on the table and directs his gaze to me, inspecting my body once again like he was fucking Inspector Gadget.
"Go-go gadget..." I mumble to myself once again due to my chronic awkwardness. The fear that Frank heard my little remark makes me shiver with antici......pation.
"You know Gee, you're one odd duck....now do you still want a blanket?"
Damnit Janet! He must of heard it, that's just my fucking luck. "Well, for your information Frankie, I like being weird. Weird's all I've got. That and my sweet style." I say while flashing him a big, child-like smile.
Frank giggles and places his hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before staring deeply into my eyes once more. "I'm going to go get you a blanket, I'll be right back." He spoke softly before winking at me and turning around to venture into his bedroom. I take deep breathes as I close my eyes trying to calm down for the thousandth time. This can't be real. This can't be happening. The only plausible explanation I've come up with so far is that I was drugged and kidnapped from my home by the directors of some cheesy romantic comedy and was inserted into the middle of their predictable plot line.
"This is only my imagination. He isn't real. This isn't real." I say out-loud unintentionally as I feel something incredibly warm and soft wrap around me, bringing me immediate comfort.
"But I am real Gee." Frank whispers into my ear as I open my eyes to find his shirtless chest wrapped around me and his face inches away from my now blushing one. His eyes pierce into my heart, making me feel things I haven't felt since he-who-shall-not-be-named. He grins widely before slowly closing the distance between our lips. They collide within an instant as I taste the intoxicating mixture of cigarettes, candy, and coffee while Frank brings his hands up to my face and cups my still blushing cheeks. I run my hand along his back as he bites softly on my lower lip, causing me to part my lips slightly. His tongue roams and dances freely in my mouth until we finally have to break apart in order to breathe.
Frank looks at me, breathless, and flashes me a smile before deciding to plant himself upon my lap. He wraps his pale tattooed arms around my neck before whispering in my ear, " The blankets in my bedroom....let's go warm you up."
*Frank's apartment, Monday 9:00 p.m.*
Frank closes the front door behind us as we enter his small but cozy apartment. The walls are painted a solid gray while the floor is covered in shaggy carpeting making me feel like I've just time traveled to the 70's. He grins and motions for me to sit at his round wooden kitchen table that's only big enough to fit two people. I move towards one of the chairs as Frank heads into the tiny kitchen.
"What kind of tea do you want?" He asks as he opens one of the wooden cabinets above him.
"There's more than one kind?" I question while sitting down.
"We have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepy time, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, liver disaster, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle, blueberry chamomile, vanilla walnut, constant comment, and...earl grey." He speaks as he turns around to face me, awaiting an answer.
"Did you make some of those up?"
Frank laughs slightly as he grabs two mugs. "I think we'll have sleepy time." He says while preparing the tea.
"So...Gerard, do you want me to get you a blanket? You look awfully cold." He asks noticing my shivers and my arms wrapped around my chest. Frank sets the two steaming black mugs on the table and directs his gaze to me, inspecting my body once again like he was fucking Inspector Gadget.
"Go-go gadget..." I mumble to myself once again due to my chronic awkwardness. The fear that Frank heard my little remark makes me shiver with antici......pation.
"You know Gee, you're one odd duck....now do you still want a blanket?"
Damnit Janet! He must of heard it, that's just my fucking luck. "Well, for your information Frankie, I like being weird. Weird's all I've got. That and my sweet style." I say while flashing him a big, child-like smile.
Frank giggles and places his hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before staring deeply into my eyes once more. "I'm going to go get you a blanket, I'll be right back." He spoke softly before winking at me and turning around to venture into his bedroom. I take deep breathes as I close my eyes trying to calm down for the thousandth time. This can't be real. This can't be happening. The only plausible explanation I've come up with so far is that I was drugged and kidnapped from my home by the directors of some cheesy romantic comedy and was inserted into the middle of their predictable plot line.
"This is only my imagination. He isn't real. This isn't real." I say out-loud unintentionally as I feel something incredibly warm and soft wrap around me, bringing me immediate comfort.
"But I am real Gee." Frank whispers into my ear as I open my eyes to find his shirtless chest wrapped around me and his face inches away from my now blushing one. His eyes pierce into my heart, making me feel things I haven't felt since he-who-shall-not-be-named. He grins widely before slowly closing the distance between our lips. They collide within an instant as I taste the intoxicating mixture of cigarettes, candy, and coffee while Frank brings his hands up to my face and cups my still blushing cheeks. I run my hand along his back as he bites softly on my lower lip, causing me to part my lips slightly. His tongue roams and dances freely in my mouth until we finally have to break apart in order to breathe.
Frank looks at me, breathless, and flashes me a smile before deciding to plant himself upon my lap. He wraps his pale tattooed arms around my neck before whispering in my ear, " The blankets in my bedroom....let's go warm you up."
Notes
Hey again! I'm sorry it's rather short and probably super cheesy since I'm not that good at the romance, fluff type stuff so yeah sorry...I'll try and make it better. Thanks again for reading. Love you :)
Morgan reminds me of Magnus Bane in the best way.
7/30/15