I need to ask you a favour

20 minutes later, I find myself laughing so hard that water started to come out of my nose. Gerard had begun to tell me some old family stories, and the ridiculousness of it all was starting to get to me. His grandparents honestly did sound awful.
"You told them what?" I spluttered, trying to get a hold of myself.
"I preferred to have imaginary girlfriends." He mumbled, repeating the story is already heard, making me crack up all over again. I swear that Gerard hadn't stopped blushing ever since I'd arrived. I had to admit, as pretty as he was, the guy was very awkward.
"Sorry, man, just... Couldn't you find a better excuse?" I tried to keep a straight face as he gave me a sheepish grin.
"I just, I couldn't think of anything else." I snorted at him and he leaned over to lighting whack my arm.
"Hey! Give me some credit, at least they know I like boys now now!"
Since I'd arrived I'd learnt quite a few things about Gerard Way. He was studying art, more specifically comic book art, at the Uni, but still wasn't sure if it's what he wanted to persue as a career. He had a little brother, Mikey, who still lived at home and who he loved to pieces. He seemed so much less anxious when telling me about Mikey- it was easy to see how close they are. I'd heard about his judgemental Grandparents, always trying to set him up with someone. Even when Gerard admitted to them he liked boys, they still wouldn't stop, finding, seemingly, everything gay man in the country and trying to introduce them to Gerard. He loved them, of course, but I could see his point of view. If i had family like that, it would be a bit too much. No wonder he had to lie.
The more he talked, the more I understood his predicament, and the happier I was that I'd agreed to help him out tonight.
He, in return, had learned a lot about me too, about how I was chasing my own music career after quitting university, joining crappy band after crappy band in an attempt to "make it". I talked about my love for dogs and family, all the while him pulling this adorable face, tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, like he was trying to memorise my every word. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't blushed a bit during the process.
Before either of us knew it, the grand clock in Gerard's living room struck for 8 o'clock, making us both jump slightly in the plastic kitchen chairs we were sitting in. Gerard pressed his lips together and took a noticeable deep breath.
"They're gonna be here soon." He breathed and I have him a smile, which I hoped was comforting.
"Hey, we've come this far. It'll be fine, Gerard."
"I hope so." He chews his lip and blushes.
"Thank you, by the way, for doing this. I know it's a bit creepy, me lying about you. It's just, you seemed so nice and you're my neighbour and you're so.. You know... Pretty and I-"
"Wait." I cut him off, trying not to look as shocked as I felt. "You think I'm pretty?" As soon as the words leave my lips Gerard froze and stared at me. It was as if he hadn't even realised what he'd said. Could it be true? Could Gerard really find me pretty?
But id have to wait for my answers, because as soon as Gerard opened his mouth to stutter out an explaination, the doorbell rang.

Notes

Cliffhanger, kind of I guess?