Frank's POV

Gerard and I were currently flying home from Jersey. We'd spent the rest of the day there and stayed for dinner. I smiled to myself at the memory of Gerard and I arriving on my Mom's doorstep, pressing her doorbell and seeing her face as she opened the door, only to see me on Gerard's back. While Gerard was using the bathroom before dinner, she'd asked me what was going on between Gerard and I. I'd told her the truth, about how I loved Gerard but he didn't love me back, or at least he hadn't told me that he loved me back. She'd managed to cheer me up. You see, all afternoon, I'd been pretty bummed out that Gerard didn't love me like how I loved him. But my Mom had told me that life is not like a Disney movie. The princess doesn't always get her prince right away in real life like she does in the movies. She told me to be patient and to call her if I wanted to talk. She was cool like that. I think she just wanted me to find someone and be happy.

When Gerard and I had arrived back at my place, I decided to go to bed. He decided to as well. He looked so sexy this afternoon with his hair and make up done. I swear, he had better fucking fall in love with me some day, because I could look at him 24/7. Stripping down to my boxers, I fell asleep. I tried to avoid snuggling up to Gerard because if he never told me that he loved me, I would just be more heartbroken if I let myself become too attached. But even still, in my small bed, his body was only a couple of inches away from mine. It was difficult to get to sleep with his breath hitting the back of my neck

"Frank, have I done something wrong? Because since I watched you jerk off, you've kind of been avoiding me," Gerard spoke.

"No. You're perfect. I'm just being stupid and impatient. Goodnight Gee," I said.

"Gee?" he questioned.

"Yeah," I said, turning to face him. I could make out his eyes in the darkness. They were glittering. "You call me Frankie, so I figured I'd call you by a nickname. But if you hate it or whatever, I'll call you Gerard from now on," I explained. Suddenly I briefly felt something wet against my cheek. He'd kissed my cheek.

"No one's ever given me a nickname before. It feels so awesome to be given one," he said hugging me.

"It's no problem Gee," I said, making him chuckle.

I woke up the following morning in Gerard's arms. He was still hugging me from last night when he'd gotten excited that I'd called him Gee. I decided to free myself from his arms while he was asleep and take a shower. By the time I came back, Gerard wasn't in the bedroom, so I thought I'd make the most of it and get dressed. Closing and locking the door, I picked out some clothes to wear. As soon as I dropped my towel, I turned around and saw Gerard sitting on my bed, his facial expression showing his amusement with the whole situation. He'd obviously turned invisible so that I'd think no one was in the bedroom.

"Fuck Gerard! Get out!" I shrieked, trying to pick my towel up and cover myself.

"Why? You didn't mind me looking yesterday," Gerard pointed out.

"Because, I thought I was gonna get to watch you jerk off. But that plan failed," I explained.

"Well I've already seen and touched that cock, so come on. Just ignore me for a second and put on your clothes," he suggested. I rolled my eyes. That wasn't the point.

"No," I said, forgetting my towel was in my hands as I folded my arms, my fingers letting go of the towel. Now I was standing there butt naked in front of him with my arms folded and Gerard was kinda fixated on my lower area which made me feel really self-conscious.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, Gerard breaking his trance and realizing what had happened before he burst into laughter. Not laughing, I picked up my boxers and quickly put them on before spraying some deodorant on myself. Somewhere while I was spraying my deodorant, Gerard had stopped laughing and got up off the bed where he had been sitting. He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry for being an ass. Please don't hate me," he said. I sighed. This guy was doing everything except loving me. I was a little pissed off, but I tried to put it to the back of my mind.

"It's ok. Just stop perving on me. If we're only friends, then you should be outside of this bedroom while I'm changing. Until you decide that we can become more than friends, you have to stop touching me and hugging me and kissing my cheeks and staring at my cock, you got it?" I warned him. "I'm gonna be doing the same. We're just friends. So no more snuggling in bed and no more of me sitting on your lap. If you decide that you don't want to be with me, I don't want to have to deal with too much hurt. So by distancing myself from you, it'll be easier," I explained. Gerard let go of me and nodded, before walking out of the room. His facial expression was hard to read. It was like a cross between pissed off, upset, confused and worried. I had no idea what to say to him now. I hoped that our friendship withstood the harsh reality that I had sprung upon him.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 542