A Chemically Weird Romance

•Gerard's POV•
Valentines day, the day I dreaded the most. I pick out my least colorful Iron Maiden shirt with black ripped jeans and my black shoes.
I walk into school and see Frank.
"Gerard, stand right here." He says pointing at a random spot.
"Uh, ok, why?"
"Gerard Way, will you be my Valentines."
"Frank Iero, I am one hell of an anti-valentines dude, but I will make an exception specifically for you."
"Here, I think this is how you treat someone in valentines day. I'm not sure, I have never celebrated valentines day." He admits.
"It's ok, I never have either. Well, excluding the times in Elementary School." Frank laughed.
"I don't think that counts, Gerard."
"So, this doesn't count?"
"What are you talking about? Of course this counts, we are older and understand unlike the Elementrians." In High School the elementary kids are titled 'Elementrians', it's just always been that way.
"You're unbelievable." I say.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you are saying—"
"Gerard, we were tweens!"
"I guess." I say.
"So, school is out in a few minutes what do you want to do?"
"We are going out?"
"Who said we weren't?"
"Fine, we will stop at starbucks."
"What? Why startbucks?"
"It's just so damn good." I say rubbing my face.
"I hate you."
"I guess I will need a new valentines date then."
"No. Fine, we will go to starbucks." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Yay!" I shout.
—
"Mom!" I shout from my room.
"What?" She shouts back.
"Is this outfit fine for something..?"
"And what is this something? A date?"
"Well, I'm not completely sure. I just need to know if this is fine or not."
"No, take off that Iron Maiden shirt. It's so anti-valentines."
"Hey! In the beginning that was the intention but then now it's somewhat not."
"Well take it off!"
"Fine." I groan.
"No eyeliner!"
"What?" Recently I have discovered the use of make up. When my mom went grocery shopping I was going through her make up items and put on makeup. Well, not make up. Just lipstick. I'm sixteen and curious, no judgement needed.
"No eyeliner, Gerard Way!"
"Fine."
"So who's the lucky guy?" She says as she fixes my hair.
"I wouldn't necessarily say 'lucky' since it's just a meet up."
"Who is the guy?"
"Frank. Don't judge me or him!" I say talking a little faster towards the end.
"Frank Iero?"
"Yes."
"He has tattoos?"
"Yes." I say trailing off.
"At sixteen?"
"Seventeen." I correct her biting on my lip.
"Seventeen!" She exclaims.
"Yes." I say nervously.
"Ok." She says in a frightened tone.
After five minutes of getting ready I hear a knock on my door.
"Go!" My mom shouts. I run down the stairs.
"Everybody hide!" I shout as I approach the door.
"What do you mean hide?"
"I mean move your body to a place where they can't see you."
"Frank!" I shout happily.
"Gerard," He says.
I take a good hard look and realize: Damn, this son of a bitch looks fucking fine.
"You look hot." Frank admits.
I put my finger on his lips and move my eyes to the upstairs area signaling that my mom could hear us.
"Erm, you look good Gerard."
"You look nice too." I say sending him one of my sexy winks.
"Should we go to starbucks?" He says and I laugh. For valentines day I will be going to fucking starbucks. Instead of some fancy dinner we will be at Starbucks drinking coffee.... at Starbucks.
"Yes. Bye mom!" I shout.
"Bye honey!"
"Can I come out now?" Mikey shouts.
"After I shut the door." I say.
"What was that all about?"
"Oh, nothing." I say nervously laughing.
"Well, ok then."
We reach Starbucks and it seems very empty compared to how it usually is.
"What do you want?" Frank asks.
"Just a strawberries and cream."
"What size?"
"Tall."
"You sir?" The cashier asks.
"I'll have the same."
We get our order shortly and sit down.
"Gerard."
"Yes?" I ask.
"I want to take you somewhere."
"Where to?" I ask nervous of what he was up to.
"My house."
"What? Why?"
"I have something I know you'd like." He says excitedly.
"Ok." I say more nervous than before.
•Frank's POV•
I'm going to do it. I'm going to take Gerard to my house. I have bought every album of every band he likes. I hope he likes the suprise.
We reach my house shortly and arrive at the time I had intended on arriving. My mom is gone, my dad is gone, everybody is gone. I don't need any arguing with my parents when I'm with Gerard.
"Look." I point to the box. "Open it."
"What do you have?" He says. He touches the box and shakes it.
"What the hell?" He murmurs.
He opens it and sees the albums I have bought him.
"Frank, you didn't have to." He says.
"I know, I wanted to."
"Thank you." He says smiling.
"That's what friends are for right?"
He gives me a confused look then realizes. "Right." He says.
Gerard and I lay on my bed listening to music. This is exactly how I wanted it. Him laying down on my bed next to me. I turn to him and smile.
"I love how you smile." He says causing me to blush.
"You know, you used to be a jackass when we first met."
"I remember." He says laughing.
"Gerard, when will you be ready?"
He stayed silent. In that moment I for some reason noticed everything. The bright light of my brown fan. The dust bunnies it had. The glow the light had. The white paint peeling off my walls.
"Now." He says and crashes his lips into mine. The kiss was unexpected but I kissed right back. The kiss is sweet and loving just how I wanted it. Not sexualized and forced.
"There is a marching band playing in the city." I say randomly.
"My father took me into the city to see a marching band once. He said all these motivational things that kinda freaked me out."
"Ok?" I say laughing.
We stayed quiet after a while, but it was fine. I enjoyed the silence while it lasted. The silence allowed me to think of the things that were to come. I'm not sure if it is bad or good that is going to come but I'd sure as hell take whatever comes our way. Haha, way. The one thing I know for sure: This mother fucker is all mine.

Notes

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