This Is the Best Day Ever [19/30]
Title: This Is the Best Day Ever
Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
POV: Frank's
Summary: Frank and his friends have rented a summer house in California. They are really excited about spending the whole summer without any parents in this paradise. They catch up with an old friend living there, and his friends, the Way brothers. These new acquaintances make Frank realize some unknown things about himself that will change his summer (and his life) considerably.
Disclaimer: Real? This? Nah.
Beta: The one and only lemmethink_nooo. ♥♥ Seriously, check her out.
Author Notes: To all you who comments on this story; you're my little rays of sunshine! This story also contains (and pairs) the other members of My Chemical Romance, some of Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy.
Warnings: Language, boy love and sex. Nothing you can’t handle, hopefully.
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AN: Ugh, I’m sorry this took so long! I’ve been in a particularly non-summer mood, since the weather is shit around here these days. I live too close to the North Pole, damn it. And I’ve also been busy writing a oneshot, which you can find on my journal. I am also sorry that I came back with such a lousy chapter. I don’t like it, at least. By the way *advertising advertising* I would be really happy if you friended my not-writing journal; ”beebusch”. Friends, commenting and interaction like that are always fun.
When Gerard and I went downstairs the morning after, we were met by a stench of something that reminded me mostly of strong paint fumes.
Last night, it took me a while before I managed to calm Pete down a bit and talk though it all until he didn’t scream his new discoveries out to the whole world. I’m sure the whole town knows about Gerard and me already. At least all the neighbors. I tell you, he would not shut the fuck up about my new gayness, so we sat there chatting and discussing, well, he discussed, positions, hot dudes and stuff like that for hours. And foursomes between us, of course. Gerard shyly joined us after a while, blushing madly as he did. Pete didn’t have much eye for that though, as he jumped up in an instant and pulled Gerard in for a bear hug. After telling him how lucky he was, how we both were, he gave him a long lecture about never hurting me, if he didn’t want his nuts ripped off in a very slow and painful manner. To say the least, it took awhile before we managed to sneak upstairs and go to bed before Pete drove back to town to pick up our friends. We neatly locked the bedroom door to make sure they didn’t come storming inside to interrogate us at the moment they arrived, ‘cause I’m sure as hell that Pete would tell them everything before they even got inside the car.
So we didn’t have to face them before this morning, when we walked into the kitchen, sniffing and wondering where the weird stench was coming from. I wondered if maybe any of the gas pipes had a leak down in the basement or something. I was proven wrong when we entered the kitchen and found Bob, Ray and Brendon standing by the kitchen island with gloves, chemicals and a bucket of water, scrubbing with all the force they had, while Pete and Mikey sat by the table and laughed while watching them. They were practically scrubbing away the paint from the counter, dead set on getting it clean, and didn’t even notice that Gerard and I had entered.
“Hey porn stars!” Pete cheered out from Mikey’s lap when he had focused his attention away from Mikey’s lips to us. He beamed up at us with an almost frantically happy look on his face. As he called out, all the others noticed us and looked up as well, making me blush a little and look down at my feet, acting as if the old, black socks I wore at the time were madly interesting. I noticed Gerard do the same beside me.
“Well, well, well,” Bob grinned in a mocking tone. “What is it I see? Oh! The queers hooked up!”
“Shut up, Bryar.”
The following breakfast was one of the uncomfortable sorts that make you blush with every word that is said. If there was one thing they all agreed upon, it was that from the minute Gerard and I had laid eyes on each other, they knew there was something going on between us. Clearly, we had been so fucking obvious that we might as well could have worn big, blinking signs over our heads that said ‘I have the hots for Gerard’ or ‘Frankie.’ Yeah, I knew that they had thought so from the beginning, because of all the teasing and mocking. I tried to act all cool about it, like I had known all the time. It was a bit embarrassing to think about the fact that every one around me knew about my sexual orientation due to my (obviously) flamboyant behavior, when I hadn’t even known myself. They mentioned things that I had done through the previous years that just screamed that I would end up having an affinity for cock, and the worst of it, was that they were right. I could have slept with almost any girl I wanted back home, but I hadn’t. I had several girlfriends that I had dumped when things got too serious, and the only one I had slept with, was a boys’ girl without boobs and with short hair. Pete had said it; he thought I’d always been gay. And they tried to embarrass me further by asking us about out our sex life, which one of us gave and who took it, if we’d blown each other and lots of other mentally disturbing things just don’t ask your friends about. Especially not around the breakfast table.
At the same time, Mikey and Pete started showing their love by feeding each other with spoons, making the rest of us cat call and whistle at them. I guessed the two of them were pretty serious by now. I’d seen Pete in love a couple of times before, and he always got this sparkle in his eyes and giggled nonstop. Like he wasn’t over top with that stuff already.
“There must be something in the air around here that turns everybody into fags…” Bob laughed.
“Yeah, watch out Bob, before you get urges to shove your hand down Brendon’s pants,” I giggled, trying to mock him back. He only looked at Brendon seductively and wiggled his brows, and got a flirty little purr from Brendon in return.
“Do it! Do it!” Brendon moaned and laughed, while jokingly trying to put Bob’s hand on his crotch. I only rolled my eyes at them as I started to do the dishes.
After an hour or two with hanging around at home and changing into swim trunks, we went outside and headed for the beach. Some of Brendon, Mikey and Gerard’s friends (heck, I might just call them our friends too now) had called and asked us to come join them down there, and it didn’t take long before we were ready and set to go.
Happily, no wait, that’s the understatement of the year, fucking blissfully, I held Gerard’s hand in public for the first time as we walked barefoot in the sand, strolling towards the shore. Since I had no shoes on, I could feel the warm, soft sand stroke against my feet, along with the mild, comfortable breeze that teased my skin. And his hand in mine, it was so warm and soft too. I couldn’t stop grinning. I would look over at him occasionally, smiling at him and getting an equally blissful smile in return. My body tingled with happiness, making me feel like a lovesick, fourteen year old girl. But as I’ve said before; I kinda am like that. My girliness is just a thing I’ve got to accept.
We sat down on our towels by a group of people we knew from before. I greeted Adam and Bert from the volleyball game as Gerard and I sat down beside them, our hands still intertwined. I saw Brendon lay down nonchalantly beside his girl, Eliza, and Bob winked to some of her girlfriends. We had brought some large towels, but we had to share since there were only three clean ones left. I tell you, we suck when it comes to housecleaning and that stuff. But what can I say? We’re guys, after all. I’ve thought that gayness came with a good portion of skills when it comes to things like housecleaning, baking, cooking and that stuff, but no such luck. But I didn’t complain about sharing with Gerard though, and neither did Mikey and Pete. Bob and Brendon dragged themselves away from the flirting to lay out their towel next to us, Adam and Bert. They had become pretty friendly with us, and were the two I liked the best of all the people. Bert had this disturbing habit of making jokes about things the most of us got tired of when we were five (poop and other body fluids amongst them), but I still found him hysterically funny. The guy had no limits what so ever, in deep contrast to the more laidback and cool Adam.
After Gerard and I had smeared on each other sun lotion (in a very affectionate way that made Adam roll his eyes and Bert go crazy and asking to join in), I thankfully received a beer can from Pete and laid down, enjoying the music from Adam’s little radio and the chatting around me. I lay as close to Gerard as physically possible, beaming of happiness because I got to lie so close to this gorgeous man, in front of everybody to see. He was stroking my arm with feather-like motions constantly there we laid on our stomachs, talking to the guys around us. I was really glad that no one seemed to be homophobic around here. It seemed like man love was nearly a trend. Even though you were straight, shoving affection for other guys and maybe even fooling around with them was totally cool. You could just wave it off carelessly as ‘experimenting’ anyway.
I remembered the talk I had with Gerard on the balcony the other day. He said that he was falling in love with me, just as I was falling in love with him. I couldn’t fathom it, I was so damn happy. I mean, he was perfect. He was hot, utterly gorgeous, kind, gentle, mature, caring, simply everything I could ever ask for. I didn’t have to worry about whining and other shit that came with being with a girl, because Gerard would never get like that. He was reasonable, and just… manly. And not to mention the way he made me feel. Not just the sex, though he was an absolutely sex god, but everything else too. He made me laugh, as always, he would always cheer everybody up like in situations in Brian’s studio when the equipment went shitty. He could just send me this little grin or wink, and my stomach would flutter in delight at an instant. And damn, how girly I am sounding right now.
But that was simply how he made me. I giggled a little to myself when I realized that I was totally the girl in the relationship. If Gerard and I had such a thing as ‘the girl,’ though. I doubted it. We were equals, I was just the more tender, whiny and emotional one. But God, I could suffer though any label as long as I could be with him, this perfect and in love.
Being with him made me surprise myself every day. He had gotten me out of the closet I didn’t even know I was trapped in. And I wondered about the things that Pete had said, about that I’d always been gay. And actually, I thought he was damn right. When I thought more about it, I remembered having innocent ‘crushes’ on Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom and several other men. I thought I was into Pirates of the Caribbean because the pirate thing intrigued me, that I wanted to be like them. But really, I think I had quite more than a platonic admiration of Jack Sparrow. I was fonder of Brad Pitt than Angelina Jolie when we watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And in public changing rooms, I thought I’d been staring at other guys because I wondered if I were normal, but really, I just kinda liked it. Why did I never notice? It didn’t matter though. Cause I knew now.
“Hey, Frankie spankie, what are you so deeply into?” Pete said, shaking me out of my day dream.
“I was just thinking,” I shrugged, more interested in Bob’s currently deeply concentrated expression. He was sitting upright on the towel, watching Brendon neatly with a frown placed on his forehead. Brendon was oblivious to it all, talking with Mikey beside him about homosexuality, which they’d all been discussing for a while. I wondered what Bob was thinking so furiously about there he sat, looking from Brendon to Mikey and Pete who lay intertwined on their towel, to me and Gerard and then back to Brendon again. I didn’t get much time to wonder, as he gave us one last defiant look before he launched forward, grabbed Brendon’s face with both hands and pulled him to his face, their lips colliding furiously. Brendon had his eyes open in agape shock, struggling and gasping to avoid Bob’s tongue that was now probing for entrance between his lips. It took some seconds of struggling before he gave in and kissed back, while the rest of us looked at them wide eyed and with our jaws hanging wide open. After a moment or two, Bob let him go and sat back, away from the heavily shocked Brendon whose mouth was still open in shock. Bob just continued to frown as he leaned back, until a grin spread on his face.
“No. Guys just don’t do it for me,” he mused.
We sat in shocked silence for quite a few more moments, until Brendon faltered out of his shocked state.
“Dude. Good thing you cleared that one up…”
When we finally came back to our normal selves, we shrugged off the whole scenario and continued to chat, drink and have fun. We had occupied an parasol to avoid the burning sun for a little while, and I had just leaned comfortably into Gerard’s lap when the total opposite definition of ‘fun’ came into my view, long legged, San Tropez tanned and blindingly blonde, with a shrieking voice that could cut through the hardest steel.
“Hi Gerard!”
“Oh, hey Kat,” Gerard said to the creature who were currently standing in front of us, beaming down at Gerard like he was a meaty, nice little impala and she was a hungry lion, in the middle of a scary scene from The Lion King. I frowned at her, getting suspicious
“So, you’re here at the beach,” she grinned. I scowled. Who asks such a question? Isn’t it quite ridiculously, fucking obvious that yeah, Gerard is right here, on the beach?
“Uh, well. Yeah,” he responded a little cut off, and I knew he was suppressing a laugh. “You too, yeah?”
“Yeah, what a coincidence!” she beamed. Oh, kill me now. Who doesn’t spend some time on the beach every now and then in California? And they have the same friends, too. Right when I though I couldn’t get more annoyed at this chick, she leaned (more like threw herself) down, struggled past me and caught Gerard in a bear hug. I scowled hard.
Mine.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Gerard. I miss you, we’ve spent way too little time together lately.”
“Uh, I guess,” he said.
Hey, tell her off! Too little time, what?
“We totally need to catch up! You know, I’m home alone tonight, wanna come over? We could watch a movie or something. Maybe pick up where we left off? I don’t know why we left each other in the first place, we were such a team,” she cooed, now sitting beside us.
Fuck. Off. Bitch.
“Uh,” Gerard frowned, obviously put off a little by the bluntness he was served from his former girlfriend. He stared at her wordlessly for a minute before he reached for my hand, grabbed it and held up intertwined fingers up for her to see.
“Sorry, err, I got a boyfriend, now. Remember Frank?” Gerard said awkwardly.
WIN, WIN, WIN.
“Uh… Oh. Uh, I see. Yeah, yeah of course. Um, I’m gonna go… over there,” she said thinly, giving us a flushed look before she jumped up and more ran than walked over to where Eliza was sitting. I watched her as she sat there limp for a second before she started talking exasperatedly to the girls around her. Gerard turned to me, giving me a both surprised and amused look while he tried to say something, without finding the words. I just started laughing, bringing him with me into a fit of giggles that ended in hysterical laughs. There wasn’t really anything to say, I just felt this beam of happiness inside me over that he’d rejected her so blatantly for me. Fucking win!
I pushed him down to lie on his back, so that I could crawl on top of him, wrap my arms around his torso and rest my head on his chest. With a content sigh, I looked over the beach and the sea shore, taking in the beauty as I basked in delight. I let my eyes glide over the rocks where we had adventured weeks ago, and discovered the caves. I smiled a little over the memory, remembering the location of Gerard and my first kiss.
And then, I got an idea.
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Author: waybeyondreason
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
POV: Frank's
Summary: Frank and his friends have rented a summer house in California. They are really excited about spending the whole summer without any parents in this paradise. They catch up with an old friend living there, and his friends, the Way brothers. These new acquaintances make Frank realize some unknown things about himself that will change his summer (and his life) considerably.
Disclaimer: Real? This? Nah.
Beta: The one and only lemmethink_nooo. ♥♥ Seriously, check her out.
Author Notes: To all you who comments on this story; you're my little rays of sunshine! This story also contains (and pairs) the other members of My Chemical Romance, some of Panic! At The Disco and Fall Out Boy.
Warnings: Language, boy love and sex. Nothing you can’t handle, hopefully.
1. && 2. && 3. && 4. && 5. && 6. && 7. && 8. && 9. && 10. && 11. && 12. && 13. && 14. && 15. && 16. && 17. && 18.
AN: Ugh, I’m sorry this took so long! I’ve been in a particularly non-summer mood, since the weather is shit around here these days. I live too close to the North Pole, damn it. And I’ve also been busy writing a oneshot, which you can find on my journal. I am also sorry that I came back with such a lousy chapter. I don’t like it, at least. By the way *advertising advertising* I would be really happy if you friended my not-writing journal; ”beebusch”. Friends, commenting and interaction like that are always fun.
When Gerard and I went downstairs the morning after, we were met by a stench of something that reminded me mostly of strong paint fumes.
Last night, it took me a while before I managed to calm Pete down a bit and talk though it all until he didn’t scream his new discoveries out to the whole world. I’m sure the whole town knows about Gerard and me already. At least all the neighbors. I tell you, he would not shut the fuck up about my new gayness, so we sat there chatting and discussing, well, he discussed, positions, hot dudes and stuff like that for hours. And foursomes between us, of course. Gerard shyly joined us after a while, blushing madly as he did. Pete didn’t have much eye for that though, as he jumped up in an instant and pulled Gerard in for a bear hug. After telling him how lucky he was, how we both were, he gave him a long lecture about never hurting me, if he didn’t want his nuts ripped off in a very slow and painful manner. To say the least, it took awhile before we managed to sneak upstairs and go to bed before Pete drove back to town to pick up our friends. We neatly locked the bedroom door to make sure they didn’t come storming inside to interrogate us at the moment they arrived, ‘cause I’m sure as hell that Pete would tell them everything before they even got inside the car.
So we didn’t have to face them before this morning, when we walked into the kitchen, sniffing and wondering where the weird stench was coming from. I wondered if maybe any of the gas pipes had a leak down in the basement or something. I was proven wrong when we entered the kitchen and found Bob, Ray and Brendon standing by the kitchen island with gloves, chemicals and a bucket of water, scrubbing with all the force they had, while Pete and Mikey sat by the table and laughed while watching them. They were practically scrubbing away the paint from the counter, dead set on getting it clean, and didn’t even notice that Gerard and I had entered.
“Hey porn stars!” Pete cheered out from Mikey’s lap when he had focused his attention away from Mikey’s lips to us. He beamed up at us with an almost frantically happy look on his face. As he called out, all the others noticed us and looked up as well, making me blush a little and look down at my feet, acting as if the old, black socks I wore at the time were madly interesting. I noticed Gerard do the same beside me.
“Well, well, well,” Bob grinned in a mocking tone. “What is it I see? Oh! The queers hooked up!”
“Shut up, Bryar.”
The following breakfast was one of the uncomfortable sorts that make you blush with every word that is said. If there was one thing they all agreed upon, it was that from the minute Gerard and I had laid eyes on each other, they knew there was something going on between us. Clearly, we had been so fucking obvious that we might as well could have worn big, blinking signs over our heads that said ‘I have the hots for Gerard’ or ‘Frankie.’ Yeah, I knew that they had thought so from the beginning, because of all the teasing and mocking. I tried to act all cool about it, like I had known all the time. It was a bit embarrassing to think about the fact that every one around me knew about my sexual orientation due to my (obviously) flamboyant behavior, when I hadn’t even known myself. They mentioned things that I had done through the previous years that just screamed that I would end up having an affinity for cock, and the worst of it, was that they were right. I could have slept with almost any girl I wanted back home, but I hadn’t. I had several girlfriends that I had dumped when things got too serious, and the only one I had slept with, was a boys’ girl without boobs and with short hair. Pete had said it; he thought I’d always been gay. And they tried to embarrass me further by asking us about out our sex life, which one of us gave and who took it, if we’d blown each other and lots of other mentally disturbing things just don’t ask your friends about. Especially not around the breakfast table.
At the same time, Mikey and Pete started showing their love by feeding each other with spoons, making the rest of us cat call and whistle at them. I guessed the two of them were pretty serious by now. I’d seen Pete in love a couple of times before, and he always got this sparkle in his eyes and giggled nonstop. Like he wasn’t over top with that stuff already.
“There must be something in the air around here that turns everybody into fags…” Bob laughed.
“Yeah, watch out Bob, before you get urges to shove your hand down Brendon’s pants,” I giggled, trying to mock him back. He only looked at Brendon seductively and wiggled his brows, and got a flirty little purr from Brendon in return.
“Do it! Do it!” Brendon moaned and laughed, while jokingly trying to put Bob’s hand on his crotch. I only rolled my eyes at them as I started to do the dishes.
After an hour or two with hanging around at home and changing into swim trunks, we went outside and headed for the beach. Some of Brendon, Mikey and Gerard’s friends (heck, I might just call them our friends too now) had called and asked us to come join them down there, and it didn’t take long before we were ready and set to go.
Happily, no wait, that’s the understatement of the year, fucking blissfully, I held Gerard’s hand in public for the first time as we walked barefoot in the sand, strolling towards the shore. Since I had no shoes on, I could feel the warm, soft sand stroke against my feet, along with the mild, comfortable breeze that teased my skin. And his hand in mine, it was so warm and soft too. I couldn’t stop grinning. I would look over at him occasionally, smiling at him and getting an equally blissful smile in return. My body tingled with happiness, making me feel like a lovesick, fourteen year old girl. But as I’ve said before; I kinda am like that. My girliness is just a thing I’ve got to accept.
We sat down on our towels by a group of people we knew from before. I greeted Adam and Bert from the volleyball game as Gerard and I sat down beside them, our hands still intertwined. I saw Brendon lay down nonchalantly beside his girl, Eliza, and Bob winked to some of her girlfriends. We had brought some large towels, but we had to share since there were only three clean ones left. I tell you, we suck when it comes to housecleaning and that stuff. But what can I say? We’re guys, after all. I’ve thought that gayness came with a good portion of skills when it comes to things like housecleaning, baking, cooking and that stuff, but no such luck. But I didn’t complain about sharing with Gerard though, and neither did Mikey and Pete. Bob and Brendon dragged themselves away from the flirting to lay out their towel next to us, Adam and Bert. They had become pretty friendly with us, and were the two I liked the best of all the people. Bert had this disturbing habit of making jokes about things the most of us got tired of when we were five (poop and other body fluids amongst them), but I still found him hysterically funny. The guy had no limits what so ever, in deep contrast to the more laidback and cool Adam.
After Gerard and I had smeared on each other sun lotion (in a very affectionate way that made Adam roll his eyes and Bert go crazy and asking to join in), I thankfully received a beer can from Pete and laid down, enjoying the music from Adam’s little radio and the chatting around me. I lay as close to Gerard as physically possible, beaming of happiness because I got to lie so close to this gorgeous man, in front of everybody to see. He was stroking my arm with feather-like motions constantly there we laid on our stomachs, talking to the guys around us. I was really glad that no one seemed to be homophobic around here. It seemed like man love was nearly a trend. Even though you were straight, shoving affection for other guys and maybe even fooling around with them was totally cool. You could just wave it off carelessly as ‘experimenting’ anyway.
I remembered the talk I had with Gerard on the balcony the other day. He said that he was falling in love with me, just as I was falling in love with him. I couldn’t fathom it, I was so damn happy. I mean, he was perfect. He was hot, utterly gorgeous, kind, gentle, mature, caring, simply everything I could ever ask for. I didn’t have to worry about whining and other shit that came with being with a girl, because Gerard would never get like that. He was reasonable, and just… manly. And not to mention the way he made me feel. Not just the sex, though he was an absolutely sex god, but everything else too. He made me laugh, as always, he would always cheer everybody up like in situations in Brian’s studio when the equipment went shitty. He could just send me this little grin or wink, and my stomach would flutter in delight at an instant. And damn, how girly I am sounding right now.
But that was simply how he made me. I giggled a little to myself when I realized that I was totally the girl in the relationship. If Gerard and I had such a thing as ‘the girl,’ though. I doubted it. We were equals, I was just the more tender, whiny and emotional one. But God, I could suffer though any label as long as I could be with him, this perfect and in love.
Being with him made me surprise myself every day. He had gotten me out of the closet I didn’t even know I was trapped in. And I wondered about the things that Pete had said, about that I’d always been gay. And actually, I thought he was damn right. When I thought more about it, I remembered having innocent ‘crushes’ on Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom and several other men. I thought I was into Pirates of the Caribbean because the pirate thing intrigued me, that I wanted to be like them. But really, I think I had quite more than a platonic admiration of Jack Sparrow. I was fonder of Brad Pitt than Angelina Jolie when we watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And in public changing rooms, I thought I’d been staring at other guys because I wondered if I were normal, but really, I just kinda liked it. Why did I never notice? It didn’t matter though. Cause I knew now.
“Hey, Frankie spankie, what are you so deeply into?” Pete said, shaking me out of my day dream.
“I was just thinking,” I shrugged, more interested in Bob’s currently deeply concentrated expression. He was sitting upright on the towel, watching Brendon neatly with a frown placed on his forehead. Brendon was oblivious to it all, talking with Mikey beside him about homosexuality, which they’d all been discussing for a while. I wondered what Bob was thinking so furiously about there he sat, looking from Brendon to Mikey and Pete who lay intertwined on their towel, to me and Gerard and then back to Brendon again. I didn’t get much time to wonder, as he gave us one last defiant look before he launched forward, grabbed Brendon’s face with both hands and pulled him to his face, their lips colliding furiously. Brendon had his eyes open in agape shock, struggling and gasping to avoid Bob’s tongue that was now probing for entrance between his lips. It took some seconds of struggling before he gave in and kissed back, while the rest of us looked at them wide eyed and with our jaws hanging wide open. After a moment or two, Bob let him go and sat back, away from the heavily shocked Brendon whose mouth was still open in shock. Bob just continued to frown as he leaned back, until a grin spread on his face.
“No. Guys just don’t do it for me,” he mused.
We sat in shocked silence for quite a few more moments, until Brendon faltered out of his shocked state.
“Dude. Good thing you cleared that one up…”
When we finally came back to our normal selves, we shrugged off the whole scenario and continued to chat, drink and have fun. We had occupied an parasol to avoid the burning sun for a little while, and I had just leaned comfortably into Gerard’s lap when the total opposite definition of ‘fun’ came into my view, long legged, San Tropez tanned and blindingly blonde, with a shrieking voice that could cut through the hardest steel.
“Hi Gerard!”
“Oh, hey Kat,” Gerard said to the creature who were currently standing in front of us, beaming down at Gerard like he was a meaty, nice little impala and she was a hungry lion, in the middle of a scary scene from The Lion King. I frowned at her, getting suspicious
“So, you’re here at the beach,” she grinned. I scowled. Who asks such a question? Isn’t it quite ridiculously, fucking obvious that yeah, Gerard is right here, on the beach?
“Uh, well. Yeah,” he responded a little cut off, and I knew he was suppressing a laugh. “You too, yeah?”
“Yeah, what a coincidence!” she beamed. Oh, kill me now. Who doesn’t spend some time on the beach every now and then in California? And they have the same friends, too. Right when I though I couldn’t get more annoyed at this chick, she leaned (more like threw herself) down, struggled past me and caught Gerard in a bear hug. I scowled hard.
Mine.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Gerard. I miss you, we’ve spent way too little time together lately.”
“Uh, I guess,” he said.
Hey, tell her off! Too little time, what?
“We totally need to catch up! You know, I’m home alone tonight, wanna come over? We could watch a movie or something. Maybe pick up where we left off? I don’t know why we left each other in the first place, we were such a team,” she cooed, now sitting beside us.
Fuck. Off. Bitch.
“Uh,” Gerard frowned, obviously put off a little by the bluntness he was served from his former girlfriend. He stared at her wordlessly for a minute before he reached for my hand, grabbed it and held up intertwined fingers up for her to see.
“Sorry, err, I got a boyfriend, now. Remember Frank?” Gerard said awkwardly.
WIN, WIN, WIN.
“Uh… Oh. Uh, I see. Yeah, yeah of course. Um, I’m gonna go… over there,” she said thinly, giving us a flushed look before she jumped up and more ran than walked over to where Eliza was sitting. I watched her as she sat there limp for a second before she started talking exasperatedly to the girls around her. Gerard turned to me, giving me a both surprised and amused look while he tried to say something, without finding the words. I just started laughing, bringing him with me into a fit of giggles that ended in hysterical laughs. There wasn’t really anything to say, I just felt this beam of happiness inside me over that he’d rejected her so blatantly for me. Fucking win!
I pushed him down to lie on his back, so that I could crawl on top of him, wrap my arms around his torso and rest my head on his chest. With a content sigh, I looked over the beach and the sea shore, taking in the beauty as I basked in delight. I let my eyes glide over the rocks where we had adventured weeks ago, and discovered the caves. I smiled a little over the memory, remembering the location of Gerard and my first kiss.
And then, I got an idea.
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