I'm not gay, right?

I type in (202) 555-0146, saving it as a new contact. I'm guessing it'll be answered by an employee of his parents, so I won't be able to text it. He'll probably give me his actual number a little later on. It's a shame, though. Doing this over Skype or some shit would've been much easier.

I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the call button. Am I sure that I want to do this today? I've barely prepared anything to say, and what if he's found someone else? All problems set aside, I press the button and hold the phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" I was expecting a friendly, female voice, but this is quite the opposite. It couldn't be Mr. Iero himself, though.

"Hi, I'm calling for Frank Iero?"

I hear a muffled shuffling of paper through the phone speaker before the man resumes speaking.

"Middle name?"

"Piccolo."

The man doesn't speak for some amount of time. I begin to think that he's writing something down.

"The address is 1019, Drummond Street. I repeat, 1019, Drumming Street."

I scramble to get a pen, jotting it down on the back of my hand with messy handwriting. "Thank you," I tell the man, only to find that he's already hung up. So Frank wasn't joking when he told me about the whole middle name thing.
I type the address into my phone, walking to my car all the while. Siri tells me that it will only take ten minutes to drive to his house, so I go ahead and set my phone down while I start up the car.
Instead of turning on a Queen album like I normally do when driving, I decide to contemplate what I'll do when I see Frank. Do I kiss him? I don't think I'm ready to kiss him yet. I just broke up with my girlfriend, for heaven's sake! Though, it is given that I didn't like her much anyway.
So maybe I walk up to him, confess, and ask him out. If he says yes, where do we go? Personally, I'd like to have him over for a movie. Then again, maybe I should go over to his. Considering what my parents would say if they found us snogging while watching who-knows-what.
Who would be on top if he made a move on me? When I was with LynZ, I was always the more submissive one. So, yes, he would be on top. I need to stop comparing him to LynZ.
Siri tells me that I've arrived at my destination, but that does little to prepare me for what I see. Frank's house is huge. He wasn't joking when he said that his dad was rich. Maybe, if we got married, neither of us would have to work. At least, not much. But that would be years in the future. We shouldn't rush things.
I hop out of my car after parking in the street, walking up to the door. Surprisingly, nothing is fenced off. I wonder why.
Common sense tells me to press the button to the right of the door. Whether it's a doorbell or a buzzer, nothing can go wrong. Sure enough, the same male voice that I first spoke with asks me what I want.
"I called about twenty minutes ago, asking to see Frank Iero?" I say, attempting to sound formal when I probably just sound stupid. Without hesitation, the male replies.
"Piccolo?"
"That's the one."
"Miss. Dun will be waiting inside. Ask her for directions."
I try the door, finding it unlocked. While it swings open, I wonder if I could've just walked in, unannounced. Probably not.
I'm greeted by Miss. Dun, a pleasant looking lady with a single, grey strand of hair sticking out from the rest. She looks at me, dropping her rag on the piano and walking over to me. She shakes my hand, smiling at me with a warm persona. I can't tell if she's faking it.
"Hello! Are you looking for someone?" She asks, dropping my hand and resting it on her hip. It's something about her that I can't place. She seems and acts so young, despite her wrinkled skin and petite bones. I dismiss it.
"Yes, where is Frank Iero?" I ask, smiling at her with my most genuine smile.
"Oh, he's out in the backyard with the cat! Feel free to go and say hi!"
Cat? Frank said that he just had dogs. Nevertheless, I thank her and begin walking through the house, taking in as much as I can. It has aspects of a rustic house, with a bookcase covering the entire wall of the living room. Though, the interior is white. Strange.
I walk out the back door, looking around the backyard. I don't see him among the many trees and plants, but with closer inspection, I notice a black and brown cat. Maybe a tortie? She blended in so well with the grassless soil that I barely noticed her. Maybe the ground is bare because of the canopy covering it.
But no Frank.
I start walking towards the tabby, softly cooing at her to gain her attention. Just as she's about to turn her head, Frank fucking Iero walks out from behind a tree. He kneels down, running his fingertips along the cat's neck. When she looks at me, Frank follows her eyes and gasps in surprise.
"Hi." I begin, crossing my hands behind my back and walking up to him.
"Hey," He answers, looking up at me.
As soon as I get close enough, I lower myself to his level, petting the cat with him. I suppose I should say something first. If I were him, I would be pretty weirded out if he just walked up to me in my backyard.
"So, as you can see, I called."
Frank chuckles softly at that, scratching behind the cat's ear. I've never appreciated a moment with someone like I appreciate this. The sunbeams illuminating his eyes, making them shine brighter than the brightest star. Or maybe it's the light reflecting off of his lip wring that captivates me.
"I wanted to tell you that I've done some thinking." I begin, then closing my eyes and giggling. "Well, actually. A lot of thinking."
Frank picks up the cat, standing up. I do too, and he turns around. "Let's talk inside? Hazel has had enough sun for today." He says, and I follow him to the door. The way that his feet avoid each and every one of the garden plants shows that he takes Hazel outside every day. What a sweetheart.
He opens the door, setting Hazel down on a nearby table, and starts walking towards the front of the house. I decide to resume our conversation in his room, or somewhere more private, at least. He takes a right turn and leads me up the stairs, and finally opens the door to his room.
I walk in, careful not to step on the guitar laying on the ground. "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting you." He rushes out the sentence, hastily picking up the guitar and setting it on a stand. I sit down on the bed, and he sits next to me.
"I came over to tell you that I've broken up with LynZ. She just wasn't satisfying me anymore, because I realized who will."
I smile, staring down into my lap. Maybe he can't see the blush that's spreading across my face right now. Maybe he can. "I like you, Frank," I say, not looking up. Well, that's until his hand rests on mine, and only now do I notice the tattoo peeking out of his sleeve.
"I really wanna kiss you, but the first time was so wrong." He mumbles, glancing down at my lips. I smile, taking his hand away from mine.
"I would like it if we didn't kiss straight away. I'm still... getting to know myself. Y'know?" I say, attempting to sound kind. He nods, pressing his fingers together.
"I get that. Just let me know when you're ready, 'cause you know I am." He giggles the last part, crossing his legs criss-cross style. "My phone is getting fixed right now. Can I give you my Skype? I'm free all tonight." He says, all the while taking a pen out of his jacket.
"Yeah, sure. Mine is GeeArthWay. I'll write it--oh!" He uncaps the pen, writing the G.
"How do you spell it?"
"It's G-E-E-A-R-T-H-W-A-Y," I tell him, and he then gestures for my hand. I extend it, and he writes xoxofrnk. Much more creative than mine. "Well, my parents expect me back for dinner. I'll call you around ten, alright?" I say, standing up and giving him a hug. He returns it, burying his head in my neck.
- - -
I walk out of the shower at 10:09, drying my hair off with a towel. I'm nine minutes due to call Frank, so maybe I should put some clothes on. With a glance to my right, my only clean shirt is a jacket, if you could even call that a shirt. So, I toss on a pair of boxers and sweatpants.
Once I'm decent, I log into my laptop and open Skype. I glance at my hand, then begin to type in xoxofrnk. It shows that he's online, so I go ahead and give him a call. The icon, a picture of him and Hazel, loads for a few moments. All the while, I'm debating on whether to hang up or not. But, when he answers the call, I smile when I see his face.
"Hi." I smile, running my hands through my hair out of habit.
"I-" He begins, adjusting his laptop. "Woah."
I look down, leaning forwards. "Yeah, I didn't have anything clean. So, here I am." I pause, thinking up something to say. "Well, since we've only known each other for a week and a half, how are you? Tell me about yourself like you're a character in a book."
He smiles, licking his lips. "Uh... I was born into a good family, as you can tell. My dad got a shit ton of money from the lottery. Wait-both of my parents won, and they married so they could have an even bigger house. That's it. No love, just money."
I chuckle, "It's not a surprise that they made you. The least likable person I've ever met." I joke, earning a laugh from him. Once we calm down, I can tell that he's going to elaborate.
"So, yeah. I've never really thought about what to do as a living because my parents have always assured me that I won't need to work. But, if I did have to work, I would be a musician. I've told you that I play guitar, but I've been playing for over ten years now. And I'd say that I'm pretty good."
Wow. He went more in-depth than I expected. I guess now I should return the knowledge. "I think my parents met at a bar. Ironic, considering how I have a Cocktail Dad. Homophobic, racist, you name it.
"I figured out that I was gay on Friday night. So it's been 48 hours. Mikey, my brother knows, but that's it. Moving past that, I've always wanted to be a comic book writer. But ever since I got my guitar and Mikey got his bass, I've started to look into singing for a band."
We continue talking for longer than I anticipated. In fact, I'm not even sure how much time has passed since I moved from my desk onto my bed. He hasn't said anything for a while, and I'm checking my phone for texts from Brendon and Ryan. I set my phone down, and I'm about to say goodbye when I hear a snore coming from the speaker.
I look up, seeing a sleeping Frank Iero. Every time he exhales, a stray strand of hair flows away from his forehead. I smile, setting my laptop at the edge of my bed, leaving the call on while I fall asleep.
I check my alarm clock, my eyes widening when the red numbers appear to lie to me. 12:41 am. There is no way we talked for over two hours.
Or maybe Frank is just perfect.

Notes

ok so this took longer than it should've. I was gonna post it a few days ago but my dad took my laptop away and so here we r