I need to ask you a favour

Gerard is out of his seat before I can even blink, the plastic of his chair scraping across the floor as he almost runs to get the door. Shocked as I was, I managed to scramble up after him, following out the kitchen and down the hall. He looks back at me over his shoulder, worry clear over his features.
“Quick, Frankie, what's your favourite colour?” His voice is urgent and just above a whisper as he rests against the front door. I'm slightly taken aback by the question and the seemingly new nickname (that I wasn't opposed to), but manage to say “Red” just as Gerard turns around, nodding as he opens the front door.
“Gerard!” The greeting I hear is happy and I shuffle back in the hall, making room for the new arrivals. When I get a good glance, I see that his grandparents don't look as old as I expected them too, the opposite in fact. If I didn't know better I would say they could be his parents. The only thing that gives them away is their dress sense, both opting for, what I would describe as 'old people clothes'. Saying that though, they both looked happy and healthy enough. Once they've hugged and said hello, Gerard turns to me, giving me a sheepish smile.
“Grandparents, this is my, um, boyfriend.. Frank.” His eyes dart around the room nervously and I give his family a warm smile.
“It's nice to meet you.” I extend my hand out and they both take turns to shake it pleasantly.
“You too. We've heard so much about you.” His Grandma smiles back and I relax slightly. His Granddad gives me an approving nod, but his gaze lingers a little too long on my hair for me to be comfortable. I turn to look at Gerard, who's now blushing furiously, as his grandparents shut the door behind them, both walking smoothly into the living room to make themselves comfortable on the sofa. As I walked to follow them, I repeated the story Gerard had told me in my head- we'd been dating for over six months and I'd met him at the Uni (he let me pick what I was pretending to study, so naturally I chose music) and I was to say that Gerard had already met my family, if they were to ask. As much as I enjoyed Gerard's company, I was beginning to wish this wasn't how we had to spend the evening. I was keen on him, the real him, and not so much having to be his fake boyfriend. But I was here now, and had to make the most of it. So, as I turned the corner to enter the living room, I slipped into character.

Notes

Sorry this one took a bit long, but I hope you enjoy it. Like always, thanks for reading :)