Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)
A few soft vibrations wake me up, as I realized I'd fallen asleep after being on my phone.
I pick up my phone from my chest and look at the screen. There were a few notifications from Gerard's tweet I had favorited before simultaneously knocking out.
Several replies on the tweet congratulated Gerard and his work, four saying they bought the comic being promoted and two wondering whether or not he is in the photo. The last one was in a different language, I couldn't understand.
"The dude on the left is Gabriel, I see him all the time when I'm in there."
"Kid in the middle looks like a fag. You, I assume?"
"Вы хотели пенис?"
The first reply didn't bother me at all. But the second one.. The moment I read those words, I felt my jaw clench and my blood beginning to boil. Who in the hell does this asshole think he is?! Calling some one as perfect and sexy as the guy in the middle, a fucking fag? I bet he was no better looking than my toilet after I've had food from chipotle.
Without a second thought I press reply to his tweet. "Just because someone is hotter and more successful than you, doesn't mean you can call them a fag. Asshole."
After sending in the reply, I then look down towards the third reply. Which was in Russian.. And there was no way I could just copy and paste it to Google translate. Since this shitty iPhone doesn't allow copy and paste for alot of my apps.
Looking at the time, I notice it's only 3:22 PM. I exit out of Twitter and call Pete. He shouldn't have a class today, anyway. "Hey Frank. What's up?" He answers on the second ring.
"Hey! Do you know anyone who can translate Russian for me?" I ask.
"Uh.." He pauses for a moment. "I think this guy named Jeremy can, but I'm not sure. He hangs out in the orchestra room all the time, if you want to go ask him."
I smile. "Thanks Pete."
"No problem. But just so you know, he's bit.. Shy." We both hang up and I get up from my bed to make my way towards the orchestra room.
As soon as my fifteen minute walk to the orchestra room meets its end, I slowly walk into the large room.
Slow soothing sounds of a melodic piano fill my ears and the entire room. Which was pretty much a fancier version of an auditorium, with a black grand piano in the middle of the stage.
I slowly walk closer towards the stage so that the guy who was playing the piano wouldn't hear me coming to him.
He had long black hair, all black clothing, and boots. A sleeve of tattoos covered one of his arms and many scattered on the other. He pretty much looked some what goth, but without all of the makeup. He was serious while he played the piano. As if he was one with his music. Like I tend to get when I play my guitar.
As soon as I take my first step on the small flight of stairs that lead to the stage, the melody stops and the guy playing it, stares at me. "Can I help you?" He asks in a calm, suprised tone.
"Um.." I clear my throat. "You're Jeremy, right?"
He nods. "I prefer to be called Jinxx."
"Well.. Jinxx. I was told you could help me translate some Russian." I nervously state.
He shrugs, a small smirk growing at the corner of his lips. "I know alittle bit. What did you need me to translate?"
I take out my phone and pull up the reply from Gerard's tweet, then show it to him.
He stares at the screen for a moment then chuckles and hands me back my phone. "Do you really want to know?"
I nod, grinning.
He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. "You want penis?"
My eyes widen at his sudden embarrassing question. "What?"
"You want penis?" He laughs.
I stay silent, speechless in the situation. My cheeks must have been glaring red by now.
"That's what it says." He looks up at me and smiles.
"Oh." I sigh, relieved for some reason. "Thanks."
"No problem." He starts playing the piano again. This time a soft playful melody.
I wave a goodbye to him and make my way back to my dorm. As I walk back, I go back on my phone and look at the reply I had shown Jinxx. Although, it probably sounded more grammatically correct in Russian, it was a pretty clear question. I think.
Accidentally scrolling down the reply, I notice a tweet under it. Surprisingly from Gerard. "Sure, totally."
His words immediately make me smile. Did he know what the foreign words were asking? I'm pretty sure he did. Only a total idiot would unknowingly agree to a question, he knew that he couldn't understand. Gerard wouldn't be that stupid. Would he?
With that in mind, wouldn't that mean, he just admitted to being gay? I giggled at the thought.
Maybe he posted that photo because he was also attracted to that guy in the middle of the trio. Who knows, it could be his boyfriend.. I hope not though..
I go onto Gerard's profile and automatically press his follow button.
When I get to my dorm room door, a new notification pops up on my screen. This time, it was a notification for a message from none other than Gerard. Weird timing.
I press on his message as I sat on my bed. "Not creeped out. A little surprised you're boasting about your dick since you came off as straight, but I'll take your word for it, Frankie ;)"
I laugh as I read his message, and relieved that he wasn't creeped out by my forwardness in my previous message.
The only person who's ever called me Frankie, was Jenna. Which never fazed me because it was just Jenna. But now.. I guess now the only thing to do, is make up some nickname for him..
And why would he be surprised about me 'boasting' about my junk? Given that I was drunk off my ass. plus, alot of guys did that, straight or not. Wait.. Did he just say I came off as straight?.. Where would he get that from? I was more than openly bisexual. Did he not get that from our earlier messages? I guess not.. Maybe I just don't show it much on Twitter. Yeah, that's probably it.
Then again, this guy doesn't show much of what he is either, so I guess the tally was tied. Well, until now that is. Since he just admitted he 'wanted' penis. Which only meant he was either gay or bi.
"Alcohol tends to bring out the truth in people, Gee ;) Though, this was the first time I've been drunk since high school so, I guess you'd know more than me about it ;p" The message sends and I exit out of twitter. As soon as the app closes a new notification comes up. From Skype.
I take a deep breath before opening it up and answering the Skype call from Satan herself. My lovely over achieving and controlling mother.

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