Situations
Title: Situations
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Author: mcrnut
P.O.V: Third, Gerard centered.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened.
Summary: He sees the guy on the bus again, like he does every Monday and Wednesday.
A/N: This was supposed to be "Water" for 20 stories. And then suddenly is wasn't anymore.
75
Gerard's bottled water is stuck to the dark surface of the greasy bar counter, and he sighs, wincing as the half-naked lady next to him starts singing again.
He yanks the bottle free and gulps down some, eyes searching the bar for his date. As on cue, Gerard's blond, dead-drunk date climbs up on a table, shouting something incoherent and the sweaty crowd cheers.
Gerard sighs again, dropping his head to the counter.
5
He carefully opens the first ever issue he bought of Hellboy, holding it in his hands like it's gold. He found it in an old box, stuffed carelessly away, and he has no idea how it happened.
He sits down on the couch, pressing his knees to his chest, and starts reading.
19
He sees the guy on the bus again, like he does every Monday and Wednesday. Gerard can't help look for him, and even though it's probably creepy, he gets disappointed every time the seat behind him is taken. That way he can't see what the guy is reading, or study the tattoos on his neck.
Their eyes lock as Gerard walks past him, and he thinks he manages to produce a decent smile. The guy smiles back, quick and pretty.
48
"I'm way, way too old to wear something like this." Gerard says, looking at himself in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes are extra dark today.
Heather, his cousin who is too nice to be hanging out with him and too cool to be taking him shopping, rolls her eyes and fixes his hood. "No, you look great, trust me! We should find you a pair of sunglasses too!"
She takes his elbow and grins, dragging him with her.
14
"Hi, I usually don't do this kind of thing, but I see you on the bus all the time and I love your t-shirts, you have a great taste in movies by the way, and music, dude, Black Flag is my favorite band and. And I'm rambling." He scratches the back of his neck and smiles. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to.. do something sometime?"
Then he laughs, nervously, the most adorable thing Gerard has ever heard in his life.
Gerard's petty sure everyone on the bus can hear his heart beat, even the old lady in the back who always talks to herself and the punk kid with the enormous headphones.
"I.. sure. Yeah, I'd love to!"
"Great! I, um. I'm Frank."
"I'm Gerard."
7
He squints as he tries to figure out the drawings in the user manual. He makes an unsatisfied sound, glancing over at the flat box and the pieces of wood that's supposed to be a bookshelf. Apparently he doesn't have a hammer and apparently he has to get up from the floor so he can google half of the text that should be helpful and understandable to the average American. He grunts and lies down flat on his back, tossing the user manual somewhere behind him.
100
There are probably five hundred bills on the kitchen table, staring at him like the leaning tower of pisa, fucking mocking him. They're out of coffee (something they swore on never letting happen when they moved in together), and it's cold because the heating broke and Gerard hates his life just a little bit.
He sits down on the squeaky chair, his back cracking several times, and starts going though the bills.
*
Frank presses his face against Gerard's neck and kisses the skin there, running his fingers through his hair.
The air is clammy and the tv is still on, something with shooting and cars, throwing a wild light against the walls of their bedroom. Gerard pulls the blankets over them and slides a hand down Frank's back, kissing the side of his face, right over his eyebrow.
"What do you think your mental age is?" Frank asks into his hair.
Gerard smiles at the ceiling. "Varying."