The atmosphere in the small italian restaurant was very mellow and the only noise that disturbed the environment were the soft murmurs between people and the small taps of eating utensils against their plates.

Gerard and Frank had just finished ordering, giving their menus to the waiter who waited patiently. The waiter smiled before leaving the scene of the two male figures who were in awkward silence. Gerard couldn't help it. He kept getting distracted by Frank's movements. No one else but Gerard noticed how smoothly Frank would make his movements, even for the simplest things. Frank grabbed his eating utensils, which were wrapped in a napkin, and placed it to the side of his ice tea. He looked up to Gerard who was already looking at him. Frank smiled softly as Gerard broke eye contact.

Gerard said, "I hope this restaurant isn't too much." He didn't look back up to Frank until his face cooled down from embarrassment, "I didn't know it was a formal restaurant from the looks of the outside-"

"It's fine," Frank grinned, staring at Gerard's hazel eyes, "I love italian."

Gerard felt a sense of relief as he stared at the 18 year old who sat across from him, "I don't know if this is a bit forward-and you don't have to answer-but are you .. uhm," Gerard cleared his throat, "like, are you .. gay?"

Frank paused before grinning, "No."

Gerard froze, "Oh, I see-"

"I'm pansexual." Frank said, adjusting his napkin.

Gerard laughed a bit, "I hate to admit it but I don't know what sexuality that is."

"Well, from google dictionary, it means, 'not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity' .. basically, all that matters is the personality of a person," Frank smiled, staring at Gerard who was admiring Frank. Gerard felt his heart kick him out of the trance, "How long have you known?"

"Well, I thought I was bisexual all throughout middle school because I dated a few girls but was also attracted to boys but during my junior year in high school, I started to explore definitions of various sexualities, pansexual stuck with me. So, I've been pan for only two years now." Frank looked at Gerard, "I'm the type of person that doesn't care about a face or body-unlike a beautiful body, a beautiful personality won't grow old or fade away."

Gerard beamed toward Frank, "That's a beautiful thing to say."

Frank flustered, "I suppose so."

Gerard got up from his chair and moved it next to Frank whose palms became sweaty almost instantly. Gerard's shoulder touched his and Frank could feel his heart escalate. He saw Gerard's hand resting on the table, almost like he was inviting Frank to hold it-or could that just be in Frank's head? Either way, Frank was debating whether or not to rest his hand on his. But before he could come to a decision, a plate of food was placed in front of him. It was the food he ordered. He thanked the waiter who returned with a smile.

Gerard said, "I didn't expect to come out of the closet so soon. But I'm 28, I'm not getting any younger." He added in, "my ex-wife Lindsey was so shocked and angry but I can't let that stop me from living my life and sharing it with someone I romantically feel involved with." Gerard looked at Frank, "you are .. really different from anyone else I've met."

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What was this feeling Frank's body carried, staring up at the high ceiling from his bed? Actually, he knew what the feeling was. He just always joked about it and never thought it would come true-he was falling for Gerard Way. He didn't like it or hate it-it was a powerful feeling. It was even hard to say goodbye to Gerard who dropped him off at his house after dinner. Before exiting the car, Frank sealed eyes with Gerard from the passenger seat and had the strongest urge to grab Gerard and kiss him passionately.

Frank couldn't stop thinking about Gerard's laugh-ohgod his laugh. Frank blushed before digging his face into his pillow, remembering Gerard's small quirks and puns over dinner. He could feel his face going red as he grinned, thinking about how Gerard brushed his hand against his, staring into his eyes. A small squeak escaped Frank's lips as he slammed his hands over his face and thought back to Gerard's small conversation about love.

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Gerard stepped into his apartment and felt weak to his knees. His back slammed against the wall, feeling breathless and fragile. He smiled, his mind traveled back to Frank's bright eyes and small talk. "He's so open," Gerard grinned, feeling his smile get bigger, "He's so cute." He laughed a bit as he brushed his hands through his black hair. He paused when his cell phone ring. Without letting his smile fade, he answered the phone, "Hello?"

Mikey's voice on the other end replied, "Hey! Why the hell didn't you give me your new cell number? I had to get it from Lindsey."

"Oh, shit-yeah, I was going to do that today but I got sidetracked," He grinned, thinking back to Frank, "But uh, yeah-you have it now." He laughed.

Mikey's voice paused, "You seem really happy."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It is! But I haven't heard you this way in a while," Gerard can hear the smile in Mikey's voice, "I have a favor to ask,"

Gerard raised a brow, "I'm not asking Ray if he likes you."

"What? No. I'm a grown man-I can handle my own love life."

"Bullshit. Tell me you're not calling me about something involving Ray?"

There was a long moment of pause before Mikey groaned, "I can't."

Gerard laughed, "Yeah, I thought so. So, what do you need?"

"I don't know if you heard or not but Ray moved to L.A. after our last show and doesn't live that far from you-I have no issue moving over to L.A. but uh, I need a place to stay." Mikey quickly added in, "And before you say anything else, I know a friend down there who can hook us up with a part time job-wait for it-at a comic book shop."

Gerard smirked, "You little bastard," He smiled, "Alright, alright-fine. You can come and live with me but on one condition."

Mikey's voice asked softly, "What?"

"Tell Ray you like him already."

"No."

Gerard rolled his eyes, "You're going to confess your love someday."

"Not anytime soon," Mikey replied.

Gerard laughed, "Alright then. I'm going to bed now. Call me when your plane lands," He hung up the line and walked toward his bedroom. He smiled at the bed in which Frank and him shared. He yanked off his shirt and climbed into bed, pulling the sheets over his body. The warm sensation traveled throughout his body, and his last thought before falling in a sleepful bliss was the small creases of Frank's smile.

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