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Homophobia Is Gay!
2 ReviewsCoffee (at last!). WARNING! Semi Frerard moment towards the end.
Gerard's P.O.V
After Frank and I had our hug, Frank fell back onto his pillow and fell asleep.
I just lay next to Frank, thinking. Even though I have only known him for a few years, I already owe him a lot. He was one of my best friends and thanks to him and the rest of the band, saved my life. Now he was going to stay with me until I sort my shit out. What could top that?
Eventually, sleep washed its mysterious power over me.
A few hours later, Frank rolling out of the bed waked me up. I groaned and forced my eyes open.
"Now that it's ten-something AM, it's a more respectable time to get up." Frank said brightly. Now that he has had adequate sleep, he is perkier. I wanted nothing more to do than sleep. Sleep to pass the time until Donna got back so that I would wrap my arms around her...
I closed my eyes for a moment and summoned the energy to get of the bed and straighten up the doona. I looked away as Frank started to get dressed. I looked up at the painting on the wall by the curtained window. It was of a girl vampire sitting on the ground, crying with the body of a young man in her arms. I'm guessing that the man is dead. The picture was painted with mostly greys and blacks, dull colours to contrast with the vivid, blood lying around the two figures. A bit sad and gruesome, but I liked it.
I heard the door behind me open, then close. I looked around to see that Frank had left. My turn to get dressed.
When I was done, I walked out of the room with a pair of black jeans with holes in the knee, a red Misfits T-shirt and a black jacket on. Frank was eating toast at the kitchen bench, with his 'Homophobia Is Gay' shirt on and a dark grey hoodie tied around his waist. His jeans were a faded blue and really baggy.
I nodded to Frank before putting a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster and turning it on, then started to hunt around for something to spread on it, finding butter and strawberry jam.
"Do you want a drink of Milo?" I asked Frank.
"Not now Gee. As soon as you've had something to eat, we're gonna go hunting for a starbucks or something. We need a coffee hit." Frank stated, before having another mouth full of heated bread slathered with marmalade.
Coffee. The word of heaven. Milo was good, but coffee was the one thing that I really wanted, it had been too long since I had had that drink.
With an incentive, I ate brekky quickly, then we both piled into Frank's black hire car. Then I remembered something.
"Uh, Frank." I started.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
"Donna told me yesterday before you came that there wasn't a Starbucks in Cobar. In fact, she wasn’t sure if there was even a Starbucks in this state or even Australia!" I said.
"You are kidding, right?" Frank asked.
"Would I kid about coffee, Frank? Really?"
Frank looked up to the roof and moved his mouth to form silent words which looked like "Mother-fucker!"
"Well, I guess we'll have to drive around until we find some other coffee shop or cafe or something." Frank said, starting up the car.
Frank's P.O.V
No Starbucks. Fuck.
I drove the car around town until we got to the main street and found a cafe. I parked the car out front and Gerard and I walked in. There were a lot of tables inside and a salad bar next to the counter. There must have been a heater going, because it was really hot inside here. Gerard shoved up his sleeves and I was unzipping the hoodie I put on beforehand, leaving the hood over my head because even just walking out of the car, people were staring at the blonde-and-black combo I was on. Sure, I didn't care about what people thought of my hair - to hell with them - It's just that we didn't really want too much attention.
There wasn't a queue, so Gerard and I walk straight to the counter. Standing behind was a blonde girl, aged about 25. She must have dyed her hair, because her eyebrows were of an orange colour. She was staring at me for some reason. Whether it was the fact that she could just see my blonde-black hair, my piercings or that she thought I was cute, I didn't care. Gerard stepped back to look at the blackboard behind the chick, looking at what drinks this place had to offer.
"May I help you?" Asked the counter-girl, still staring at me. It's giving me the creeps.
"Yes," Started Gerard, drawing the girl's attention from me. I glanced over to Gerard. I chucked him a look and mouthed 'thank you', to which he gave me look reading 'don't worry about it.' Thank god, he decided to save me.
"I'll have a tall espresso to go." Said Gerard, then he looked over at me. Right, I had to choose.
"Umm, I'll have a tall vanilla latte to go, thanks." I ordered.
"Are you paying together or separate?" The girl asked, staring at me again. Gerard pulled his wallet out while saying. "I'll pay this time."
The girl turned her attention back to Gerard, and looked upset about it. I almost couldn't stop myself from laughing.
After Gerard payed, the girl disappeared behind a coffee machine.
"Thanks Gee, that girl is weirding me out. And because she's not some fan girl who knows who we are, that makes it creepier." I muttered to him.
"Ha, well, I know what you mean. I could tell that you were getting uncomfortable."
"You know that you didn't have to pay for me, I do have money."
"My treat. I'm paying you back for sticking with me through this." Gerard replied.
"Wow, if helping you means free coffee, I'm helping you more often!" I exclaimed.
"Don't push it, and I didn't say that." Then we both started to laugh. I dunno why, but it seemed funny.
An old lady who walked up to the cashier beside us shot a dirty look in our direction. Well ex-cuuuuse us for disturbing the peace, grandma. She was also giving a disapproving look at Gerard's long hair. He must have noticed, because he started to swish it around, flicking his fringe off his face.
I got an idea that sort of matched my shirt. I leaned over to Gerard and stood up on my toes so that I could whisper to him "let's pretend we're a couple to freak these people out."
"It'll get us noticed, but alright. And if any homophobes don't like it, they can get fucked." Gerard muttered, putting his arm around my shoulder. I put my arm around his waist and we stood closer together, giggling. I rested my head on Gerard's shoulder just as our server returned with our coffee. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head seeing Gee and me. Funny.
"Umm...er... Here are your drinks." She said, eyes still bulging.
"Thanks." Said Gerard as we reached for our coffee with our free hands. We both turned around and started to walk to the door, slowly. Gerard slid his arm down to my waist.
"So, Frankie baby, do you want to go to the park next?" Gerard said in his 'sexy-voice' loudly so that the entire cafe could hear us.
"Aww Gee bear, that would be lovely. I love you sooo much." I replied, struggling to keep a straight face. Gerard had the same problem. I heard someone gag. It was the old lady that was standing beside us from before. I immediately broke away from Gerard and turned around.
"You got a problem, old Grandma?" I demanded. I parted and held open my hoodie so everyone could see what my shirt said. "Read the fucking shirt. 'Homophobia Is Gay'!" I said, emphasising every word I said, facing everyone in the cafe so they could read my shirt too. "If you don't like it bitch, then go suck it. You have no right to criticize anyone's sexuality." Now everyone’s face was a mix of surprise and astonishment. Gerard took his queue.
"So long, and good night." Gerard sung, taking a deep bow and making sure that he didn't spill his coffee. Then we both turned on our heels and walked out of the cafe.
Okay, so you know how I said that there wasn't gonna be any Frerard? Yes? No? Anyway, Sorry, but I was wrong. This is one of the spontaneous chapters I dreamed up on the spot lol. Oh, and I decided to spell check this chapter too... sorry for the many mistakes that were visible in the last chapter. My spelling is rubbish.
After Frank and I had our hug, Frank fell back onto his pillow and fell asleep.
I just lay next to Frank, thinking. Even though I have only known him for a few years, I already owe him a lot. He was one of my best friends and thanks to him and the rest of the band, saved my life. Now he was going to stay with me until I sort my shit out. What could top that?
Eventually, sleep washed its mysterious power over me.
A few hours later, Frank rolling out of the bed waked me up. I groaned and forced my eyes open.
"Now that it's ten-something AM, it's a more respectable time to get up." Frank said brightly. Now that he has had adequate sleep, he is perkier. I wanted nothing more to do than sleep. Sleep to pass the time until Donna got back so that I would wrap my arms around her...
I closed my eyes for a moment and summoned the energy to get of the bed and straighten up the doona. I looked away as Frank started to get dressed. I looked up at the painting on the wall by the curtained window. It was of a girl vampire sitting on the ground, crying with the body of a young man in her arms. I'm guessing that the man is dead. The picture was painted with mostly greys and blacks, dull colours to contrast with the vivid, blood lying around the two figures. A bit sad and gruesome, but I liked it.
I heard the door behind me open, then close. I looked around to see that Frank had left. My turn to get dressed.
When I was done, I walked out of the room with a pair of black jeans with holes in the knee, a red Misfits T-shirt and a black jacket on. Frank was eating toast at the kitchen bench, with his 'Homophobia Is Gay' shirt on and a dark grey hoodie tied around his waist. His jeans were a faded blue and really baggy.
I nodded to Frank before putting a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster and turning it on, then started to hunt around for something to spread on it, finding butter and strawberry jam.
"Do you want a drink of Milo?" I asked Frank.
"Not now Gee. As soon as you've had something to eat, we're gonna go hunting for a starbucks or something. We need a coffee hit." Frank stated, before having another mouth full of heated bread slathered with marmalade.
Coffee. The word of heaven. Milo was good, but coffee was the one thing that I really wanted, it had been too long since I had had that drink.
With an incentive, I ate brekky quickly, then we both piled into Frank's black hire car. Then I remembered something.
"Uh, Frank." I started.
"What?" He asked cautiously.
"Donna told me yesterday before you came that there wasn't a Starbucks in Cobar. In fact, she wasn’t sure if there was even a Starbucks in this state or even Australia!" I said.
"You are kidding, right?" Frank asked.
"Would I kid about coffee, Frank? Really?"
Frank looked up to the roof and moved his mouth to form silent words which looked like "Mother-fucker!"
"Well, I guess we'll have to drive around until we find some other coffee shop or cafe or something." Frank said, starting up the car.
Frank's P.O.V
No Starbucks. Fuck.
I drove the car around town until we got to the main street and found a cafe. I parked the car out front and Gerard and I walked in. There were a lot of tables inside and a salad bar next to the counter. There must have been a heater going, because it was really hot inside here. Gerard shoved up his sleeves and I was unzipping the hoodie I put on beforehand, leaving the hood over my head because even just walking out of the car, people were staring at the blonde-and-black combo I was on. Sure, I didn't care about what people thought of my hair - to hell with them - It's just that we didn't really want too much attention.
There wasn't a queue, so Gerard and I walk straight to the counter. Standing behind was a blonde girl, aged about 25. She must have dyed her hair, because her eyebrows were of an orange colour. She was staring at me for some reason. Whether it was the fact that she could just see my blonde-black hair, my piercings or that she thought I was cute, I didn't care. Gerard stepped back to look at the blackboard behind the chick, looking at what drinks this place had to offer.
"May I help you?" Asked the counter-girl, still staring at me. It's giving me the creeps.
"Yes," Started Gerard, drawing the girl's attention from me. I glanced over to Gerard. I chucked him a look and mouthed 'thank you', to which he gave me look reading 'don't worry about it.' Thank god, he decided to save me.
"I'll have a tall espresso to go." Said Gerard, then he looked over at me. Right, I had to choose.
"Umm, I'll have a tall vanilla latte to go, thanks." I ordered.
"Are you paying together or separate?" The girl asked, staring at me again. Gerard pulled his wallet out while saying. "I'll pay this time."
The girl turned her attention back to Gerard, and looked upset about it. I almost couldn't stop myself from laughing.
After Gerard payed, the girl disappeared behind a coffee machine.
"Thanks Gee, that girl is weirding me out. And because she's not some fan girl who knows who we are, that makes it creepier." I muttered to him.
"Ha, well, I know what you mean. I could tell that you were getting uncomfortable."
"You know that you didn't have to pay for me, I do have money."
"My treat. I'm paying you back for sticking with me through this." Gerard replied.
"Wow, if helping you means free coffee, I'm helping you more often!" I exclaimed.
"Don't push it, and I didn't say that." Then we both started to laugh. I dunno why, but it seemed funny.
An old lady who walked up to the cashier beside us shot a dirty look in our direction. Well ex-cuuuuse us for disturbing the peace, grandma. She was also giving a disapproving look at Gerard's long hair. He must have noticed, because he started to swish it around, flicking his fringe off his face.
I got an idea that sort of matched my shirt. I leaned over to Gerard and stood up on my toes so that I could whisper to him "let's pretend we're a couple to freak these people out."
"It'll get us noticed, but alright. And if any homophobes don't like it, they can get fucked." Gerard muttered, putting his arm around my shoulder. I put my arm around his waist and we stood closer together, giggling. I rested my head on Gerard's shoulder just as our server returned with our coffee. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head seeing Gee and me. Funny.
"Umm...er... Here are your drinks." She said, eyes still bulging.
"Thanks." Said Gerard as we reached for our coffee with our free hands. We both turned around and started to walk to the door, slowly. Gerard slid his arm down to my waist.
"So, Frankie baby, do you want to go to the park next?" Gerard said in his 'sexy-voice' loudly so that the entire cafe could hear us.
"Aww Gee bear, that would be lovely. I love you sooo much." I replied, struggling to keep a straight face. Gerard had the same problem. I heard someone gag. It was the old lady that was standing beside us from before. I immediately broke away from Gerard and turned around.
"You got a problem, old Grandma?" I demanded. I parted and held open my hoodie so everyone could see what my shirt said. "Read the fucking shirt. 'Homophobia Is Gay'!" I said, emphasising every word I said, facing everyone in the cafe so they could read my shirt too. "If you don't like it bitch, then go suck it. You have no right to criticize anyone's sexuality." Now everyone’s face was a mix of surprise and astonishment. Gerard took his queue.
"So long, and good night." Gerard sung, taking a deep bow and making sure that he didn't spill his coffee. Then we both turned on our heels and walked out of the cafe.
Okay, so you know how I said that there wasn't gonna be any Frerard? Yes? No? Anyway, Sorry, but I was wrong. This is one of the spontaneous chapters I dreamed up on the spot lol. Oh, and I decided to spell check this chapter too... sorry for the many mistakes that were visible in the last chapter. My spelling is rubbish.
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