I need to ask you a favour

... "Mad?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I walk down the hall and into the living room, stretching my arms out as I went. Gerard followed behind me, rainwater still dripping down his leg. I found it remarkable that his vibrant hair dye didn't run red in the water. He must of seen my staring because when my eyes flicked away from his neck he was staring at me, eyebrows raised. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to sit on the sofa with me, the leather creaking slightly under our weight.
"Look" he begins "I need to talk to you about something and I'm not sure how you're going to react. I mean it's not really fair of me to come barging in here and-"
"Gerard." I reach forward in what's meant to be a comforting movement, resting my hand on his leg to calm him down, feeling the dark damp denim that rested there. I retract my hand and he blushes. "Just tell me what's up?" I suggested , trying to keep my patience with the adorable man from next door. He mumbles something and then looks up at me, innocence clear on his features.
"Okay, so we've been neighbours for a long time, and even though I don't really know you, I feel like you're a good dude and..." He trails off and I laugh nervously.
"Look, dude, no offence but this is starting to sound like a really crap proposal." I say and he shrugs, giving me a lopsided smile.
"Not exactly. See were neighbours and... And I've been feeding my grandparents this lie about how we're dating to get them off my back, so could you just pretend for like an hour and I'll pay you in pizza?" He spits out in a rush, a dark flush coverin his cheeks that almost matches the colour of his hair. He dropped my gaze immediately, staring at his feet. My mouth hung open at his words. All this time while I'd found him my attractive neighbour he'd been using me as a cover story? To his grandparents?
"I completely understand if that not cool- it's just they're coming this evening and I've been putting off coming to see you for days and.. Well I guess I'll just go." He stands, as if to leave but I put my arm out to stop him.
"No, no Gerard it's okay. I'll help you" I wasn't angry per say, just kind of shocked. Shocked that he thought about me enough to make up lies about me I guess. I'm just the dorky neighbour that plays his music too loud. But what kind of person would I be if I didn't help out someone in a sticky situation.
"Frank, really it's okay. This is weird. God this is so weird." He mutters angrily and my heart whines. He hasn't stopped blushing and it's kind of really cute. I grin at him, moving closer and running a hand through his wet mess of hair.
"I'll help you, it really okay." I smile again and he smiles back, showing his teeth (which are just as adorable as him).
"so, can you come round at 8?" He asks hopefully and I nod.
"8 is perfect."

Notes

Another chapter because this story is kind of exciting me to write :)