Gerard's POV

"Can we talk privately?" The Skeleton requested into the phone.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like with your brother not in the same room," The Skeleton replied.

I walked out of the room and went to my bedroom, locking the door.

"I'm alone now. Did you want phone sex or something?" I asked him.

"No, nothing like that. I was just wondering if you've ever had a girlfriend," he spoke.

"Uh, I don't see how it's relevant, but I brought a girl home to dinner one night to please my parents. Does that count?" I asked. He giggled.

"Did you fuck her afterwards?" The Skeleton asked.

"No. I held her hand, although in an alien culture that might be seen as fucking. Depends how they reproduce I guess," I replied. He giggled again.

"Well that's all I wanted to ask you. For some reason I had this image that you might've been bisexual or something which is why you've only had one boyfriend before. Never mind. I'm thinking about tomorrow night too much. I'm fucking scared. I know you said that you'll love me no matter how I'll look. But I still can't get the fear out of my head that everything's gonna go wrong," he spoke.

"Everything will be fine. I think your lips and cock are sexy, so since they are, then I'm sure that you are. I'm in love with you. Love's a pretty strong emotion. Unless you're like my father or some shit, then I'm sure I will finally get laid tomorrow night," I spoke, making him giggle.

"Well I can safely say that I have never fathered any children," The Skeleton replied. Making me chuckle.

"So what time am I meeting you?" I asked him.

"How about I come to your apartment at 7 and we grab something to eat before going to the movies and then you can stay the night at my place," he suggested.

"That's perfect. Just buzz on my intercom and I'll come downstairs to meet you," I decided aloud.

"Ok. Well good night. I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Baby Bump," he joked, making me piss myself laughing.

"See, you were fibbing when you said you hadn't fathered any children. You're fathering my unborn fetus. Au revoir Monsieur Skeleton. Je t'aime," I spoke.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he asked, making me chuckle.

"I said Bye Mr Skeleton. I love you," I replied.

"You sound sexy when you speak French," he told me.

"Well, other than the French word for shit, that's about the only French I know," I informed him.

"Well it's still hot. I love you too by the way. Bye sexy," he said.

"Bye," I replied hanging up. I walked back out to Mikey in the living room who was sitting and looking bored. He looked up as I walked in.

"Would you count the tattoo parlor you work at as being classified as a shop?" Mikey asked me. I looked at him. To say the least I was quite puzzled as to why he was asking me that question, but I answered it anyway.

"Yeah, I guess. Why?" I asked.

"No reason. But what if The Skeleton was some guy who isn't who he seems? What if he is some guy who isn't very nice in real life? I mean, you don't know anything about him. He could have murdered someone or he could be playing you. He might have a crush on other guys and might be trying to chat them up while he's dating you," Mikey spoke.

"I don't think The Skeleton would do that Mikey. You spoke to him on the phone and know how sweet he is. He's so beautiful and he loves me," Gerard said.

"I just don't want you to get hurt again Gee. Your last boyfriend didn't love you and I don't want it to happen again," Mikey said. I know he just wanted to protect me, but there really was no need.

"Mikey, it'll be fine. The Skeleton and I will be finding out this time tomorrow night who we are anyway. And the first thing I'll be doing on Sunday is waking your grumpy ass up and introducing him to you," I reassured him. Mikey was one of those who got grumpy if you woke him up on weekends before lunch. So I knew that he'd be grumpy on Sunday when I woke him up and introduced him to my boyfriend.

"Ok. But just promise me you'll be careful," Mikey replied. I gave him an odd look. I mean, why was he warning me and shit? And why was he asking me whether the tattoo parlor was a shop? Damn, that boy needed to cut down on the sugar sometimes.

"Sure," I replied as we went back to watching the movie. I couldn't wait for my date with The Skeleton.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 551