Follow Me Home (Frerard)

(Frank's Pov)
"Umm..." he says awkwardly. "Hi?"
I smile wide at the screen as I quickly realize what I was looking at. "Hey."
It was his face.. Gerard's actual face..
Although I'm seemingly calm on the outside, on the inside I'm speechless and screaming..
Because for a single tiny moment, I was staring at the face that I never knew I would ever even get the chance to see. I never would have realized I was talking to a fucking sex god if it wasn't for that fleeting moment.
The guy that I had seen in the photo Gerard posted. He was hot one in the middle of two others in a comic shop photo. All in a small iPhone screen.
As soon as his face is gone, I hear a loud thump and someone falling on the ground followed by a loud whisper. "Dammit Gerard, you ugly idiot!"
"Um.. Are you okay over there?" I let out an awkward humorless chuckle. "It sounds like you've been hit by a bus." I frown in worry, hearing groans of pain and undecipherable whispers coming from his side of the Skype call.
He clears his throat. "I'm fine.. I just accidentally fell off my chair."
I stay silent. Kind of wanting to laugh but it wasn't in the way most people do. It was obvious he was an adorable klutz.
"I'm sorry.." He apologizes in a shy tone.
My eyebrows furrowed as I grinned. "What for?"
I lay down on my stomach, and realize he can see me but I can't see him. "Other than the fact that I'm talking to a wall and not your face, you don't need to apologize for anything."
He chuckles. "For being awkward.. I'm not used to this kind of thing."
I smirk. "It's alright." An awkward silence falls between us quite quickly. Who knew I'd ever be such an awkward person when meeting someone new.
There were more undecipherable whispers coming from his side as I rest my chin on my arm. After a couple minutes of silence, and holding my phone up, my hand begins to cramp. I pull my laptop back out immediately go on Skype and turn on my web cam.
"I'm going to hang up for a quick minute, alright?" I state.
There was a pause for what seemed like the longest minute of my life. Making me wonder if he even wanted to talk to me. "Sure." By the sound of his voice, he suddenly seemed disappointed. Though having no reason why, I shake the thought off and continue what I was trying to do.
"I'm switching over to my laptop, so you'll have to answer when I call again." I smile, hoping it would lighten his mood.
He lets out a small giggle, letting me know that I most likely made him smile. "Okay."
"Don't go anywhere, hot stuff." I said with a flirtatious wink before hanging up. Instantly thinking back to the Skype message he sent me, with a wide smile.
The moment the call ends, I take a deep breath. Holy shit. Did I just really talk to Gerard? And look at his fucking beautiful face?! Obviously he didn't mean for me to see him. Otherwise he wouldn't have been hiding. But holy shit..
Realizing my dorm is getting abit stuffy, I decide to take off my shirt. I take another deep breath before calling him from my laptop. Gerard answers again, but he was still out of the view of the camera.
I place the laptop on top of a pillow, over my groin area and angle the camera so that he was only able to see everything above my stomach.
As I stare at the screen, showing where Gerard was supposed to be, instead of hiding in the cameras blind spot on the floor, my foot begins to wiggle to an unheard rhythm.
"Why are you so fidgety? Do you have to pee?" Gerard laughs. Holy hell, his laugh is adorable.
"No, I'm just... Trying to get comfy, while waiting on you to get up from the floor and show yourself. Or at least just get up from the floor. It's unsettling, you know."
Gerard is silent for a moment. "I kind of like it down here.. Can't I just, you know, stay down here?"
"POR QUE?!" I say, quite loudly, waving my arms around. Those were the only words I actually remembered learning in my spanish class of sophomore year in high school. Which to be honest, is my favorite thing to say in awkward situations like this. It would explain why I was always kicked out of class during important tests...
After a few moments, I stop waving my arms when my laptop nearly falls to the floor.
Gerard laughs again and I realize it's now my most favorite sound of all. "Because... My face. That's why." He lets out another adorable laugh.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Why? I like your face. What's wrong with it?"
"Well-"
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU HE WOULDN'T BE FREAKED OUT, GERARD!" A door slams open and a guys voice shouts in the background but I'm unable to see him "You can thank me at your wedding." The guy laughs.
I grin mischievously before sitting up with my bare back against the wall.
"DUDE, HOW THE HELL DID YOU FIND ME ON SKYPE?! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF OBSESSIVE STALKER OR SOMETHING?!" I shout with a surprisingly convincing serious tone. "DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN. YOU CREEP."
Gerard's side of the call goes dead silent.
I cover my webcam with my thumb and stare at my screen with a wide smile, trying to contain my laughter.
"Dammit Bob! Now look at what you've done. You fucking scared him away!" I see Gerard stand up and walk over to an unknown area. He sounded upset, really upset... Furious even.
I probably should've warned him it was a joke before doing so... Shit. I'm an idiot.
Wait.. Did the guy say wedding?

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