Frank's POV

Gerard and I were on top of the Empire State Building. We were cuddled up to one another as we watched the stars, the busy streets below and the lights of the city. I was satisfied with how everything went with Erica. After knowing her for years, I knew that she was being genuine when she said that she was on Gerard and I's side. I mean, she'd have to be pretty stupid to be on Bob and Ray's side because if she got caught with them, she could go to jail for a long time. But she was super smart. She knew that being on our side was the right thing to do, regardless of the fact that she was blood related to Dr. Krustallos.

"What're you thinking about?" Gerard asked me.

"How glad I am that Erica's on our side. I swear she scared me half to death when she said she was joining Bob and Ray. But it was nice that she explained everything to us after the freak show left her apartment. You can tell that she's being genuine too. Which is good news for everyone. I mean, we have someone to help us plot ways to get that fucked up Power Ranger and his Jonas Brothers murdering sidekick and Mikey's still got a girlfriend who isn't evil. You have to admit, she is a great influence on him. I remember the first few times I hung around at your place and he was such a weird, quiet dude who wasn't very welcoming towards me. And now it's like Erica's helped to bring him out of his shell around me," I pointed out, making Gerard smile.

"I'm glad Mikey's happy. And I'm glad Erica's on our side. And I'm glad that you are up here with me," he replied, pecking my cheek.

Silence overtook us once more as we looked on into the street. There were you typical street gangs all hanging around, trying to look tough. One of them was trying to walk 'cool', but he tripped and fell, making Gerard and I laugh before we fell silent again.

"Have you ever wondered about the future?" Gerard asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Was he referring to our relationship or something else in the future?

"Well, say in 5 years. Do you think we'll still be at the same place we are now? Do you think we'll still be working in the tattoo parlor? Do you think we'll still be fighting crime at night? Do you still think we'll be together?" he asked me. I didn't get what he was trying to get at. Was he bored with everything in his life? Did he no longer want us to be together?

"I honestly have no clue. Why did you ask? Are you bored with your life?" I asked him.

"Some aspects of it, yes. I mean, at work, I couldn't ask for a nicer boss," he began, referring to me. "But sometimes I wonder if I should go out and find another job. You know? Like, tattoo art wasn't really the career I dreamed about having. Plus, everyday I'm faced with the fear that I'm gonna be stabbed by one of the needles. And then there's superheroing. Like, one day, I wanna have a family. I want to be able to spend time with that family. And if all my free time is spent working for the police and catching bad guys with flame balls, then I know I'll regret a lot of things," he said. It kind of felt like a stab in the heart. I was getting the impression that he didn't like to hang around me.

"Don't get the wrong impression. Because there's one thing I hope stays the same. I hope that we stay together. I'm looking forward to having a family with you one day. If you want to, that is," he then said as though he could read my mind. It certainly made me feel more at ease.

"Well why don't you start looking for other jobs? Surely there must be other places that would take you," I pointed out.

"Yeah. But what if my artwork goes up in flames like it used to when we hated each other?" he reminded me.

"Remember those fire-proof gloves I got you?" I pointed out to him. "Wear those," I suggested. He looked out to the view in front of us as though he was thinking.

"After Dr. Krustallos and The Executioner are gone, I'm gonna get another job," he decided. I nodded. A tattoo parlor wasn't the place for him. Sure, he was amazing at tattooing people with his steady hand and what not, but it didn't make him feel overly happy. It didn't make him want to wake up in the morning. I knew exactly how he felt.

"Ok. I'll look for another one then too," I decided, making him look at me.

"You don't like it there either?" he asked me.

"No. Not really. I just began to work there originally because I needed cash. And then I got promoted to manager so I sorta stayed there. If I hadn't of been promoted to manager, I was actually gonna go off and work at a strip joint," I confessed to him.

"You? A stripper?" he questioned, looking surprised. "Why is it that I can actually picture you pole dancing in the nude?" he joked, making me giggle.

"Cause you want it. Hey! We should get a stripper pole for the bedroom," I suggested. Gerard chuckled.

"Then you can perform for me," he replied. "So what sorta job do you think you'd be into?" he asked me.

"Well, I do like fighting crime, but I know that's not gonna last forever. I mean, one day we're gonna get old and we won't be able to be how we used to be," I pointed out. "But I guess joining the police academy or fire department would be an exciting job," I decided. Gerard looked at me and smirked.

"Well, you know, I do love a man in uniform," he said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. I giggled, before I remembered the whole point of coming up here.

"When I went shopping yesterday I got you a present," I told him. His face lit up.

"What is it? Is it a pair of really tight pants like yours?" he asked excitedly. He was like a child on Christmas morning, excited to open their presents.

"No. But I can get you a pair if you want. I wouldn't mind seeing your ass in a pair of pants like mine," I confessed. "Now close your eyes and hold out your right hand," I directed him.

He did as I requested as I saw him peek.

"GEE! No peeking!" I screeched at him.

"Fine," he said, keeping his eyes closed and relaxing. I pulled his ring out of my pocket and held onto his hand as I slid the cool piece of metal along his ring finger. If figured that this way, by putting it onto his right hand myself, he wouldn't get the impression that I was proposing to him or anything. Once it was on his finger, I let go of his hand.

"You can open your eyes now," I told him. He opened his eyes and looked at the gold band now adorning his right, ring finger.

"Oh my god. Frank! This must've cost you a shitload!" he exclaimed.

"I wanted to give you something which would show how much I loved you. It didn't matter to me about the cost. Because you're worth every penny and more," I said to him. His grin was so wide. "I got something engraved on the inside," I added. He took off the ring and had a look on the inside. He couldn't see anything, so he clicked his fingers, making a flame appear so that he'd have some light.

"My hero," he read. I saw tears well up in his eyes as he blew his flame out, putting the ring back on his finger. "Thank you," he said, hugging me tightly as he sobbed into my shoulder. What was this about?

"Gee, why're you crying?" I asked him.

"No one has ever done this before. No one has ever bought me something expensive as a token of their love. No one has aver cared before how you have," he cried.

"Hey, don't cry," I said to him, pulling him away from our hug and getting him to look me in the eyes. "I've never found someone who has ever meant so much to me either. And now that I've found you, I never want to let you go," I confessed.

"I never wanna let you go either. I want to be with you forever," he croaked, drying his tears with the sleeve of his jacket before we had the perfect end to his moment. We both leaned in and let our lips touch, thoughts running through our heads about how much we loved one another. This was how it was gonna stay. This was what I'd imagined love to be like. And this was how I wanted to feel for the rest of my life. Fuck all the future jobs I'd had. Fuck my superpowers. Because the only thing I really wanted to remain the same was my love for Gerard.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 581