Secrets don't make friends [2/12]
Title: Secret’s don’t make friends
Authors: xbexmyxlilxcutx and joline_mophrine
P.O.V.: 1st, changes
Summary: Gerard needs someone to keep him company for his prom. The girl he sees at a ballet show seems just right.
Rating: Overall: NC-17, this chapter: R
Disclaimer: This is so not true. No offence meant. Never happened, never will. Though I’m sure Frank would look damn sexy in a tutu xD. Unauthorized copying will result in Gerard coming to your house and sucking your blood. FFTL own the title. Chapter title credits go to P!atD.
Warnings: Nothing yet.
A/N: Follow the cut.
Beta: The wonderful sammyblade If there are any mistakes left, blame me and my spell check program.
A/Ns: I wrote Frank’s P.O.V., Joline wrote Gerard’s P.O.V., I translated it and edited/rewrote a few things. I know that there might be a few wrong facts (like, my beta told me that you can’t really graduate with 20) but I don’t wanna change their ages. So Frank is still 16, and Gerard is still soon-to-be 20.
Crossposted. ConCrit is greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1 can be found in my journal. Anyone here who can tell me how to link it?? Thx :]
End of A/Ns.
Chapter 2: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clothes
*Frank*
How did I get into this? This was the first, and hopefully the only time I hit the stage dressed as a girl, and what happened? I have all these guys swooning over me.
Okay, it was only one guy, but that’s still one more than what I’m used to.
I was really pissed when I took off my tutu and chucked it into a lonely corner of my room. I wriggled out off my tights, which joined the tutu in the corner. When I put the tiara on a shelf, I was more careful. The wings found their place in my wardrobe.
I searched a pair of loose-fitting pants and instantly felt more comfy. My bed looked strangely inviting, so I laid down on it, grabbing a comic and my Discman. With Danzig on full blast, I allowed myself to get lost in a world of villains, heroes and, eww, even more tight tights.
But after some time I noticed that I had read the same page five times, and I still didn’t know what it was about. My thoughts kept drifting off to this guy, Gerard. I remembered his brown greenish eyes, his dark hair and his pale skin.
My first impression of him was mostly positive, and I kind of liked the thought of us meeting again.
But he was under the impression that I was a girl. With me wearing a skirt and make-up, I have no idea how he could have possibly gotten this idea. If Bobo had called me Frank instead of Frankie, which he usually did, this misunderstanding would never have happened.
My cell phone beeped. A text message. hey frankie. you have time tomorrow? coffee? i’ll pay. write back, gerard
Well, I couldn’t say this message came as a surprise. I had agreed to this meeting, so I had to go. My answer was: k. at 4 at the ice cream parlor near the cinema? see you tomorrow.
I’d tell him tomorrow that I was no girl, and I’d be done with the whole thing.
I put the comic book away, wrestled out of my hoodie and the pants and snuggled up in my blanket, falling asleep only moments later.
Next morning I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach. Should I keep quiet, let Gerard believe whatever he wanted, or should I tell him the truth...?
I know that the latter option was more logical, but I had never been good with logic.
And I didn’t really feel like confessing that it was me in that tutu. I mean, a boy in a short, pink skirt? I would have been embarrassed to no end.
I tossed and turned in my bed, but this didn’t help me find an answer. Getting in such a situation…this could only happen to me.
I really hoped that Shelly would feel better soon, so she could go back to dancing, and I could get out of the tutu. ‘Cause I had to go through with it, at least on stage.
After another hour of fruitlessly just lying there I decided to get my lazy ass out of bed. Looking at my clock confirmed that decision. It was well after two o’clock. That left me with just another two hours to get ready for that meeting.
I refused to call it a date.
And I still had no idea what to say to him.
So I turned to a well tried decision-maker: I flipped a coin. Heads: I would tell him the truth. Tails: Make way for Frankie.
I found a coin in the pocket of my pants, tossed it up in the air and almost fell off my bed trying to catch it.
But I was scared shitless to open my hand. So I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
Opening my eyes, as well as my hand, slowly, what did I see resting on my palm? The tails, of course.
I cursed under my breath. But the coin had made the decision, and I would accept it. Why should I think more thoughts that would lead me to nothing?
I wanted to spend the rest of the time with something useful. Like asking myself: What should I wear?
On any normal day, I would have chosen my favorite pair of jeans, a t-shirt and maybe a hoodie, but this wasn’t a normal day.
Most of my clothes were really tight, they would have given away secrets that I preferred to keep.
So this just wasn’t an option. I decided to allow my baggys, my only pair of lose fit jeans, I’d like to add, another day out of my wardrobe.
I managed to find a clean hoodie in the wardrobe and went into the bathroom, to shower and to put on make-up . I wanted to be a convincing girl.
It was a few minutes past 4 o’clock when I arrived at the café. Gerard was already sitting at a small table near the window, waiting for me. He smiled, when he saw me.
I took a deep breath and entered the café.
“Hey Frankie,” he yelled, only a fraction of a second after I walked through the door. I lifted my hand, gave him a weak wave. He stood up, took off my jacket, and adjusted my chair. Quite the gentleman.
I really could get used to this sort of treatment.
A waiter came, I told him what I wanted to drink and he disappeared. Gerard started to fire questions at me the very second the waiter was out of earshot.
“How old are you? How long have you been dancing? What do you do in your free time? Any hobbies?” He covered the whole spectrum of small talk.
I answered every question as honest as possible. But of course I also had a few questions.
“What exactly do you want from me?” Gerard raised his hands in a defensive way.
“Not what you think I want. My intentions are really innocent.” He started to tell me his story.
“I’m graduating from college this year. So we have our inevitable school dance soon. In a month, I think. Yeah, it's early, but the teachers want it to be over before the final exams start.”
I stirred my coffee while listening to him.
“To cut a long story short, I need someone to dance with.”
“And what is my part in that story?” He gave me a skeptical look.
“I thought that was obvious? You can dance. You can dance really well. You’re pretty, nice, funny. You’re perfect.” I raised an eyebrow.
“But I’m sure you have, like, 38565385 female friends, who’d all want to go with you.”
“That’s the problem, I don’t have any. Well, a few, but they all already have their dates.”
“And why don’t you go there alone? There are plenty of people who do that.”
He wriggled in his chair.
“I’m gay. No one at schools knows, of course, but I’m sure you know that. There are always rumors. I don’t wanna go into detail, but…let’s say, the way the others threat me…it’s not nice. And I’d like to spend at least the day of my prom without having to hear any nasty talk about me. I wouldn’t have to, if my date was such a breathtaking girl, like you.”
Well, he had a point. But I doubted that the rumors would stop if he went there with a guy. A guy in a dress.
This would have been the perfect moment to tell him the truth.
But I couldn’t. I already knew what his reaction would be like.
“Why haven’t you told me yet? Do you do that a lot? Pretending to be a girl to get to know people? God, that’s so pathetic.
For some reason I cared about his opinion of me. He was a really nice person, and I had enjoyed his company in the past hour or so.
I wanted him to think well of me.
So I kept quiet.
*Gerard*
Well, it was quite obvious that I found this Frankie to be a… well, an interesting girl. I really had thought that ballet dancers fancied glitter and pink in real life as well as on stage.
But her, with her loose fitting clothes, I would have put her into the girl’s boxing team, or on a skateboard.
But that was not my problem. My problem was to convince her to be my date for that god forsaken dance. She didn’t seem too euphoric about it.
“You don’t think you’re too old? I mean, the rumors about you being gay might stop, but they’ll all think you’re into kids.”
“Oh, stop it,” I said, a little harsh, maybe.
“It’s not like you’re twelve, so don’t act as if you are.”
“I still don’t get how I might be able to help you. I don’t know you, at all. I mean, I totally get your point, but…why me? There are plenty of other girls in my group who would want to do that. Really, there are.”
“Please,” I begged. “It’s just for that evening. Just for a few hours. Am I really that horrible?”
I don’t know why, but it was so important for me to go there with Frankie. She definitely wasn’t like the other girls I had met so far.
She kept her hands in the sleeves of her hoodie, and most of the time she talked into the hood instead of talking to me.
You could have mistaken that for shyness, but her choice of words wasn’t shy.
“Well, okay,” she said slowly.
“I’ll think about it. But don’t get your hopes high, my parents won’t be too pleased if I go out with a total stranger.”
“Hey, I’m gay. Have you already forgotten about that?”
I thought I heard a “That’s the problem.”, but her voice was so quiet, and the café so loud that I could have been wrong.
I clapped my hands cheerily.
“There is only one little problem left.” Frankie raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t dance, not a single move. But I’m sure you can teach me how to dance?”
“Me?” Frankie seemed to be shocked.
“I didn’t even say yes.” I pouted.
“I’m sure you could do it in your sleep. We only have to do a few basic dances, waltz, foxtrot, rumba…”
“Didn’t you have dancing lessons at school,” Frankie asked
I looked at the floor, feeling a little uneasy.
“Well, we did, but I didn’t go.”
“Why not?” Frankie snorted.
“I didn’t want to go there with some bitch in my class, okay?”
Frankie rolled her eyes.
“And now you want me to help you? Give me one reason why I should.”
I sighed. This girl was a hard nut to crack, and I had to be careful.
“You…you are a nice and caring person?” I tried. “I’m irresistible and there’s nothing that you would like more than to help me?”
Frankie gave me a sarcastic grin and kept stirring her coffee.
I placed my hand on top of hers and looked at her pleadingly, but she pulled it away hastily.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, pulling her sleeve back over her hand.
I was confused.
“Sorry, I…” She cleared her throat. “It’s okay. I overreacted. I’m sorry, that... it’s okay.”
Attempting to change the subject, I asked her: “So…Frankie…that’s short for what?”
Ouch, seemed like I dropped a brick. Again. Frankie choked on her coffee and spent a good amount of time with coughing and trying to recover her breath.
“Err, well,… Frances,” she spluttered.
“Do you want to go to the movies with me? Tomorrow?”
“WHAT?” Wow, it was like I gave her one shock after another.
“Well, I want to get to know you better and, err” I didn’t want to finish the sentence.
“Tell me,” she snarled and shot me a dirty look.
“Well.” Time for another sigh. “A few guys from my class want to go tomorrow, and I thought that maybe, if they saw me with a girl, well, you know. So, you think you could wear something that’s more…girly?”
“Who do you think I am, your doll?” She almost yelled at me and, to be honest, I feared for my eyes.
“I’m not your alibi girlfriend. I’m gonna wear what I feel like wearing, not what you tell me to. Boy, I don’t even know you. Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing here. I gotta go.” She waved for the waiter and paid.
I grabbed her sleeve.
“Frankie, I didn’t mean it like that. I really want to go to the movies with you, and you could wear a…dunno, a carpet. I don’t care.”
She cocked her head, looked at me, and suddenly she said: “Is that your scam?”
“What?” That really confused the hell out of me.
“You can easily say you’re gay. How do I know that it’s true? I don’t want to get raped in a dark alley. How can I trust you?”
I broke out in laughter.
“It’s always wonderful to see how girls think. I guarantee you, I've told you nothing but the truth. You think these eyes can lie?”
I looked in her eyes, trying to give mine the best puppy dog look I could muster ‘til she blushed. I could tell that she was a little bit embarrassed.
“’Kay, I’ll come.” Her voice was quiet, something that didn’t fit her usual self at all.
“At least it’s dark in the cinema.”
I didn’t know what to make out of the last sentence, but right now, I didn’t care.
I beamed a smile at her.
Going home, I felt better than in the whole past year. If all girls had been like Frankie…who knows, maybe I would have stayed hetero.
Authors: xbexmyxlilxcutx and joline_mophrine
P.O.V.: 1st, changes
Summary: Gerard needs someone to keep him company for his prom. The girl he sees at a ballet show seems just right.
Rating: Overall: NC-17, this chapter: R
Disclaimer: This is so not true. No offence meant. Never happened, never will. Though I’m sure Frank would look damn sexy in a tutu xD. Unauthorized copying will result in Gerard coming to your house and sucking your blood. FFTL own the title. Chapter title credits go to P!atD.
Warnings: Nothing yet.
A/N: Follow the cut.
Beta: The wonderful sammyblade If there are any mistakes left, blame me and my spell check program.
A/Ns: I wrote Frank’s P.O.V., Joline wrote Gerard’s P.O.V., I translated it and edited/rewrote a few things. I know that there might be a few wrong facts (like, my beta told me that you can’t really graduate with 20) but I don’t wanna change their ages. So Frank is still 16, and Gerard is still soon-to-be 20.
Crossposted. ConCrit is greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1 can be found in my journal. Anyone here who can tell me how to link it?? Thx :]
End of A/Ns.
Chapter 2: Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clothes
*Frank*
How did I get into this? This was the first, and hopefully the only time I hit the stage dressed as a girl, and what happened? I have all these guys swooning over me.
Okay, it was only one guy, but that’s still one more than what I’m used to.
I was really pissed when I took off my tutu and chucked it into a lonely corner of my room. I wriggled out off my tights, which joined the tutu in the corner. When I put the tiara on a shelf, I was more careful. The wings found their place in my wardrobe.
I searched a pair of loose-fitting pants and instantly felt more comfy. My bed looked strangely inviting, so I laid down on it, grabbing a comic and my Discman. With Danzig on full blast, I allowed myself to get lost in a world of villains, heroes and, eww, even more tight tights.
But after some time I noticed that I had read the same page five times, and I still didn’t know what it was about. My thoughts kept drifting off to this guy, Gerard. I remembered his brown greenish eyes, his dark hair and his pale skin.
My first impression of him was mostly positive, and I kind of liked the thought of us meeting again.
But he was under the impression that I was a girl. With me wearing a skirt and make-up, I have no idea how he could have possibly gotten this idea. If Bobo had called me Frank instead of Frankie, which he usually did, this misunderstanding would never have happened.
My cell phone beeped. A text message. hey frankie. you have time tomorrow? coffee? i’ll pay. write back, gerard
Well, I couldn’t say this message came as a surprise. I had agreed to this meeting, so I had to go. My answer was: k. at 4 at the ice cream parlor near the cinema? see you tomorrow.
I’d tell him tomorrow that I was no girl, and I’d be done with the whole thing.
I put the comic book away, wrestled out of my hoodie and the pants and snuggled up in my blanket, falling asleep only moments later.
Next morning I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach. Should I keep quiet, let Gerard believe whatever he wanted, or should I tell him the truth...?
I know that the latter option was more logical, but I had never been good with logic.
And I didn’t really feel like confessing that it was me in that tutu. I mean, a boy in a short, pink skirt? I would have been embarrassed to no end.
I tossed and turned in my bed, but this didn’t help me find an answer. Getting in such a situation…this could only happen to me.
I really hoped that Shelly would feel better soon, so she could go back to dancing, and I could get out of the tutu. ‘Cause I had to go through with it, at least on stage.
After another hour of fruitlessly just lying there I decided to get my lazy ass out of bed. Looking at my clock confirmed that decision. It was well after two o’clock. That left me with just another two hours to get ready for that meeting.
I refused to call it a date.
And I still had no idea what to say to him.
So I turned to a well tried decision-maker: I flipped a coin. Heads: I would tell him the truth. Tails: Make way for Frankie.
I found a coin in the pocket of my pants, tossed it up in the air and almost fell off my bed trying to catch it.
But I was scared shitless to open my hand. So I closed my eyes and counted to ten.
Opening my eyes, as well as my hand, slowly, what did I see resting on my palm? The tails, of course.
I cursed under my breath. But the coin had made the decision, and I would accept it. Why should I think more thoughts that would lead me to nothing?
I wanted to spend the rest of the time with something useful. Like asking myself: What should I wear?
On any normal day, I would have chosen my favorite pair of jeans, a t-shirt and maybe a hoodie, but this wasn’t a normal day.
Most of my clothes were really tight, they would have given away secrets that I preferred to keep.
So this just wasn’t an option. I decided to allow my baggys, my only pair of lose fit jeans, I’d like to add, another day out of my wardrobe.
I managed to find a clean hoodie in the wardrobe and went into the bathroom, to shower and to put on make-up . I wanted to be a convincing girl.
It was a few minutes past 4 o’clock when I arrived at the café. Gerard was already sitting at a small table near the window, waiting for me. He smiled, when he saw me.
I took a deep breath and entered the café.
“Hey Frankie,” he yelled, only a fraction of a second after I walked through the door. I lifted my hand, gave him a weak wave. He stood up, took off my jacket, and adjusted my chair. Quite the gentleman.
I really could get used to this sort of treatment.
A waiter came, I told him what I wanted to drink and he disappeared. Gerard started to fire questions at me the very second the waiter was out of earshot.
“How old are you? How long have you been dancing? What do you do in your free time? Any hobbies?” He covered the whole spectrum of small talk.
I answered every question as honest as possible. But of course I also had a few questions.
“What exactly do you want from me?” Gerard raised his hands in a defensive way.
“Not what you think I want. My intentions are really innocent.” He started to tell me his story.
“I’m graduating from college this year. So we have our inevitable school dance soon. In a month, I think. Yeah, it's early, but the teachers want it to be over before the final exams start.”
I stirred my coffee while listening to him.
“To cut a long story short, I need someone to dance with.”
“And what is my part in that story?” He gave me a skeptical look.
“I thought that was obvious? You can dance. You can dance really well. You’re pretty, nice, funny. You’re perfect.” I raised an eyebrow.
“But I’m sure you have, like, 38565385 female friends, who’d all want to go with you.”
“That’s the problem, I don’t have any. Well, a few, but they all already have their dates.”
“And why don’t you go there alone? There are plenty of people who do that.”
He wriggled in his chair.
“I’m gay. No one at schools knows, of course, but I’m sure you know that. There are always rumors. I don’t wanna go into detail, but…let’s say, the way the others threat me…it’s not nice. And I’d like to spend at least the day of my prom without having to hear any nasty talk about me. I wouldn’t have to, if my date was such a breathtaking girl, like you.”
Well, he had a point. But I doubted that the rumors would stop if he went there with a guy. A guy in a dress.
This would have been the perfect moment to tell him the truth.
But I couldn’t. I already knew what his reaction would be like.
“Why haven’t you told me yet? Do you do that a lot? Pretending to be a girl to get to know people? God, that’s so pathetic.
For some reason I cared about his opinion of me. He was a really nice person, and I had enjoyed his company in the past hour or so.
I wanted him to think well of me.
So I kept quiet.
*Gerard*
Well, it was quite obvious that I found this Frankie to be a… well, an interesting girl. I really had thought that ballet dancers fancied glitter and pink in real life as well as on stage.
But her, with her loose fitting clothes, I would have put her into the girl’s boxing team, or on a skateboard.
But that was not my problem. My problem was to convince her to be my date for that god forsaken dance. She didn’t seem too euphoric about it.
“You don’t think you’re too old? I mean, the rumors about you being gay might stop, but they’ll all think you’re into kids.”
“Oh, stop it,” I said, a little harsh, maybe.
“It’s not like you’re twelve, so don’t act as if you are.”
“I still don’t get how I might be able to help you. I don’t know you, at all. I mean, I totally get your point, but…why me? There are plenty of other girls in my group who would want to do that. Really, there are.”
“Please,” I begged. “It’s just for that evening. Just for a few hours. Am I really that horrible?”
I don’t know why, but it was so important for me to go there with Frankie. She definitely wasn’t like the other girls I had met so far.
She kept her hands in the sleeves of her hoodie, and most of the time she talked into the hood instead of talking to me.
You could have mistaken that for shyness, but her choice of words wasn’t shy.
“Well, okay,” she said slowly.
“I’ll think about it. But don’t get your hopes high, my parents won’t be too pleased if I go out with a total stranger.”
“Hey, I’m gay. Have you already forgotten about that?”
I thought I heard a “That’s the problem.”, but her voice was so quiet, and the café so loud that I could have been wrong.
I clapped my hands cheerily.
“There is only one little problem left.” Frankie raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t dance, not a single move. But I’m sure you can teach me how to dance?”
“Me?” Frankie seemed to be shocked.
“I didn’t even say yes.” I pouted.
“I’m sure you could do it in your sleep. We only have to do a few basic dances, waltz, foxtrot, rumba…”
“Didn’t you have dancing lessons at school,” Frankie asked
I looked at the floor, feeling a little uneasy.
“Well, we did, but I didn’t go.”
“Why not?” Frankie snorted.
“I didn’t want to go there with some bitch in my class, okay?”
Frankie rolled her eyes.
“And now you want me to help you? Give me one reason why I should.”
I sighed. This girl was a hard nut to crack, and I had to be careful.
“You…you are a nice and caring person?” I tried. “I’m irresistible and there’s nothing that you would like more than to help me?”
Frankie gave me a sarcastic grin and kept stirring her coffee.
I placed my hand on top of hers and looked at her pleadingly, but she pulled it away hastily.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, pulling her sleeve back over her hand.
I was confused.
“Sorry, I…” She cleared her throat. “It’s okay. I overreacted. I’m sorry, that... it’s okay.”
Attempting to change the subject, I asked her: “So…Frankie…that’s short for what?”
Ouch, seemed like I dropped a brick. Again. Frankie choked on her coffee and spent a good amount of time with coughing and trying to recover her breath.
“Err, well,… Frances,” she spluttered.
“Do you want to go to the movies with me? Tomorrow?”
“WHAT?” Wow, it was like I gave her one shock after another.
“Well, I want to get to know you better and, err” I didn’t want to finish the sentence.
“Tell me,” she snarled and shot me a dirty look.
“Well.” Time for another sigh. “A few guys from my class want to go tomorrow, and I thought that maybe, if they saw me with a girl, well, you know. So, you think you could wear something that’s more…girly?”
“Who do you think I am, your doll?” She almost yelled at me and, to be honest, I feared for my eyes.
“I’m not your alibi girlfriend. I’m gonna wear what I feel like wearing, not what you tell me to. Boy, I don’t even know you. Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing here. I gotta go.” She waved for the waiter and paid.
I grabbed her sleeve.
“Frankie, I didn’t mean it like that. I really want to go to the movies with you, and you could wear a…dunno, a carpet. I don’t care.”
She cocked her head, looked at me, and suddenly she said: “Is that your scam?”
“What?” That really confused the hell out of me.
“You can easily say you’re gay. How do I know that it’s true? I don’t want to get raped in a dark alley. How can I trust you?”
I broke out in laughter.
“It’s always wonderful to see how girls think. I guarantee you, I've told you nothing but the truth. You think these eyes can lie?”
I looked in her eyes, trying to give mine the best puppy dog look I could muster ‘til she blushed. I could tell that she was a little bit embarrassed.
“’Kay, I’ll come.” Her voice was quiet, something that didn’t fit her usual self at all.
“At least it’s dark in the cinema.”
I didn’t know what to make out of the last sentence, but right now, I didn’t care.
I beamed a smile at her.
Going home, I felt better than in the whole past year. If all girls had been like Frankie…who knows, maybe I would have stayed hetero.