After the shower, I heard my phone ringing. I wrapped my towel around my waist and left to see who was calling.

"Frank." I read out loud. I answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, want to go for some coffee now?" He asked, panting on the other line.

"Yeah, let me just get some clothes on and I'll be there in a bit." I answered.

"Alright, but why are you naked?" He sounded very childish and even more after his little giggle.

"I just got out of the shower." I commented as I walked out of the living room and into my bedroom.

"Riight." Yet again sounding very immature.

"Shut up Frank, I'm serious." I put my hand on my hips as if he was right in front of me.

"Yeah okay, talk to you later." He hung up before I could say anything.

I grunted and threw my phone on my bed. I walked towards my closet and grabbed my favorite button up that had sniper written on it.. Then a a pair of black skinny jeans. Before I looked at myself in the mirror I grabbed a pair of grey coverse and put them on. I walked to my bathroom and looked at myself.

"Not bad." I said to myself and I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet. Before I knew it, I was out the door and heading to the coffee shop where I first met Frank.

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"Hey Gee!" Frank waved as I entered the shop.

"Hey Frank." I walked over to Frank and he had already ordered for the both of us.

"Don't worry I got you black coffee." He commented and I smiled.

"Thanks Frankie." I took the coffee cup and took tiny sips from it.

"No problem." He replied smiling like a dumb ass.

"So, how did the moving in go?" I asked putting my cup back on the table.

"Uhm, it was good. I got help moving in the furniture from my friend. So I wasn't doing it alone." He smiled.

"Sorry I had to leave. I felt dirty and gross."

"No, no you're fine. I get it, you were covered in blood and sweat. Also, vomit and alcohol. What the hell happened?" Frank asked as he went over his memory.

"Like I said..relationship." We said relationship together.

"Well if you need anything, you can call me. I'm here for you man." He held onto my hand. After hearing that from him, it made me question his age. He acted pretty mature yet he seemed young but not too young.

"How old are you?" I asked and Frank looked at me confused at the sudden change of the subject..

"I'm 18, will be 19 in two months." He said casually.

"Cool, my boyfriend is 19." Wait, shit didn't want to say boyfriend, Fuck, no...what if he was against gay people. Shit.

"Boyfriend? Your gay?!" Frank sounded shock and excited. Wait excited?

"Uhm," I chuckled, "Yeah. I'm gay."

"Wow, well that changes a lot of things." Frank sat back and took a sip of his coffee.

"What? Changes what?" I looked at Frank in confusion.

"Oh, nothing." He sat back up and smiled.

"Okay, so uhm..what do you want to do?" I asked as I sipped coffee.

"Nothing, I just wanted to have coffee with you that's all." He said smiling.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He sipped his coffee and I felt annoyed. I don't know why but I felt like we should do something. I ignored it after we started to talk about what we should try the next time we get to come to the coffee shop.

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After Frank and I had coffee, Frank left to his apartment because he wanted unpack his stuff and I stayed at the coffee shop. I felt like getting another drink, maybe a tea. Yup a tea.

"May I get raspberry tea, please?" I asked the barista.

"Sure, is that all?" He questioned after typing in my order.

"Yes please."

"Alright, your order will be over there." He pointed to the other barista making my tea.

"Okay, thank you."

"No problem." He smiled and I made my way down to the other barista.

"Here you go sir. Oh, good luck tonight! I was going to see you play tonight but I had to pick up an extra shift." Said the barista.

"Excu-Oh...oh yeah. Yeah, that's right." I suddenly realize that I had a show tonight.

"You didn't remember?" He asked smiling at me.

"No, well yeah," I admitted, "But I've been busy lately. It sort of just went right over my head."

"Okay, well just so you know it's at 6:30 tonight." He laughed as he was making someone's order.

"Okay thank you for reminding me." I said chuckling.

"No problem, have a nice night."

"Thank you, you too." I waved and headed out the doors.

I checked the time and found that I had two hours. I didn't want to head back to the apartment so I started walking to the bar Frank and I played at last night. Today was long day, first I ended up in the hospital, then helped Frank pack his stuff, then got to take a fifteen minute shower and hung out with Frank for like half an hour or something.

"Hey Gerard!" I overheard a familiar voices. I look over my shoulders and saw Frank.

"Frank?" What was he doing?

"Okay," He started panting, "Did you need a guitar player?" He stood up straight as he got his breathing under control.

"Not really but sure. You don't have your guitar though." I commented.

"I left it at the bar. I then remembered you were performing tonight and I thought maybe I could ask you if I could play for you." He explained.

"Uhm, well, I don't think you could play though." I said looking at his eyes then looking to the left of me finding that we were in front of the bar.

"I'll just wing it, I can play in rhythm to your singing."

"Uh, I haven't done this before are you sure you can?"

"Yeah, I've done rhythm guitar with a lot of my songs and in my past bands." He assured me.

"Okay. Well let's get inside." I nodded my head towards the bar.

"Okay. Let's go." Frank led the way to the backstage and the manager greeted us.

I saw a few familiar faces from yesterday and surprisingly there was a lot of people. I haven't performed in front of a lot of people at all, and before I knew it I was getting an anxiety attack. My body began to shake and I felt a little faint.

"Frank?" I asked for him as he was talking to the manager about what was happening.

"Yeah? Oh shit, Gerard? What's going on?" He walked towards me.

"I can't ," My breathing increase, "breathe."

"Okay Gerard, I know it's big crowd and I think I know why it is. It's because Stevie, you know the manager, told people to come and he sort of promoted the shit out of this. I guess he just really liked the both of us." He smiled and I was still having a hard time breathing.

"Gerard, I need you to breathe and hold my hand." I took his hand and held it tight.

"Okay." I said my breathing calmed but I was still shaking. We were on the floor but after my breathing stabilized Frank picked me off the ground.

"You're okay, okay?" He held my face and looked into my eyes. There they were again, his green eyes with strikes of yellow. I calmed down, my shaking began to fade away.

I leaned into him and connected our lips. Frank kissed back not rough but passionately. Our lips began to move in sync with each other and I suddenly felt something different. It was something way beyond anything, something Bert never triggered. I felt my heart pound against my chest then my hand let go of Frank's. My hand started to trail up Frank's back and his arm wrapped around my back. I brought my hand back and placed it onto Frank's face and held him at an angle.

"Gerd." Frank mumbled into my mouth.

"Mmph." Was my response. I didn't want to move, I wanted more.

"Ehem, boys?" We heard Stevie and our lips disconnected.

"Oh sorry." Frank looked at Stevie.

"You should probably go out there, they're waiting." He said as he gestured towards the crowd.

"Oh, yeah we should." I looked at Frank, smiling.

"Yeah," Frank looked back at me smiling. "We should."


We started to walk out and before we did, I kissed Frank again. A small kiss to get rid of my small anxiety.

Notes

Ayyy they kissed...isn't that gr8 m8?