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Frerard - Behind Closed DoorsGerard's POV
I clocked out of work and jumped into my car to hurry home. It had been a long day and I was ready to get home and unwind. I inserted my key into the ignition and cranked up the car. I backed out of the parking lot and then began to make my way to the apartments.
On the ride home I had many things running through my mind, mostly relating to future plans with Frank. Frank and I had been dating for a little over 4 months and things were really starting to get serious. I love him and he loves me, but we'd been talking about how we could take our love to the next level without jumping straight to sex. After a while of discussion, Frank moved in with me and we agreed that we would take things from there. I was still getting used to having Frank around all the time, because he'd only been living with me for a little less than a month, but it was nice to have his company. Before he'd moved in the apartment felt so empty with only me living in i
Frerard - Finger Paint "Frankieeee!" I heard my boyfriend call from his art room.
"Coming Gee!" I replied.
I stopped what I was doing and made my way to the art room Gerard had set up in our tiny apartment. He'd been in there all day and he told me not to come in. Maybe he was finally finished with whatever creation he'd been working on.
I peeked my head through the doorway only to find Gerard standing in front of a paint splattered canvas, but with more paint on him than anything. He turned around and beamed once he noticed I was in the room. I giggled at the colorful sight in front of me and started over to him.
"Gerard," I laughed "Is this what you've been working on all day?" My eyes scanned up and down his body.
He ran the rest of the way over to me and flung his arms loosely around my neck. Before I could question him any further, he crashed his lips into mine. I kissed back, even though it was u
Famous Last Words Ch. 16Gerard's POV
Frank's mom seemed really nice. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous of what she thought of me so far, but I tried not to let it show. I didn't even have to introduce myself, so that saved me from saying something that sounded stupid. Despite the awkwardness I felt, I tried to stay cool, and I was really looking forward to this night.
"Now dinner will be ready in a little while, hun. Gerard, do you like eggplant parmesan?" Lisa asked politely.
"Oh, yes ma'am!" I replied honestly. I assumed preparing meals for your vegetarian teenage son could be kind of tricky, especially when you had guests over, but I did like the dish.
She nodded and began opening and closing cabinets, gathering things to start making dinner.
"C'mon, Gee." Frank spoke softly, lacing his fingers with mine and leading me into the living room. I followed and we both took a seat on the cushiony couch.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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