Short Frerard one-shot. Fluff and homophobes. I'm writing a lot of these, huh?...
"Well, Miss Turner said that we'd be doing research into photographers. So I need to see if they have any book on my Step-Mum's photography." I explain to Frank as we climb the stairs to the third floor of the local book store. We'd have took the lift, but I don't trust myself not to start kissing him in there.
"I didn't know Sarah was a photographer." He says, as we reach the top of the stairs; his adorable accent making me feel fuzzy and warm inside. I drag him along to the row of books that I need to search through.
"Really? I thought I told you, oh well... You know now," I say as I entwine our fingers. He looks nervous, I suppose that's because this is all kinda new to him. I've been in a relationship with a guy before, I'm past giving a fuck. I'm proud of who I am, and I'm proud of who my boyfriend is. It's other people who have the issue, not us. If they don't like then they can take their prejudice asses elsewhere. I ain't asking them out on a date, hell! Half the time I wouldn't dream of going near any of them. Believe it or not, I do have standards.
"Is she what inspired you to do photography?" The beautiful boy asks, looking up at me. I take my eyes away from the shelf of books I'd been looking at to smile down at him.
"No, she isn't. But she encouraged me, and helped me to get a better understanding of it. She took me to different places in New York, to get different styles of shots. We took nature shots in a wild life park, and we took kinda... like modeling shots in an abandoned brewary. They were impressive." I smile.
"You were in some of them baby, of course they were." Frankie giggles, playing with his lip-ring slightly. Oh God. That boy is too gorgeous and innocent and gah! He's perfect in every single way imaginable. He's short, cute, sweet, innocent, shy, beautiful. Perfect.
"You, m'dear, are too cute for your own good." I smirk. There's a loud tut and a scoff from the history section. I look up and see an elderly couple glaring at us. Clearly homophobic. This instantly pisses me right off. I tighten my grip on his hand, and sigh. He tries to pull his hand away from mine but I'm having none of it. I will not let some narrow minded pricks upset my boy. People like them are arrogant and have no knowledge or understanding of the things they call "disgusting" or "wrong". If people had genuine reasons behind their dislike for a group of people, then that's fair enough. If they're intelligent to back up their argument then you can't really say fairer than that, but 95% of the time these people are just bastards who have old fashioned opinions and no understanding of the modern world.
I'm thrown from my thoughts as I hear Frankie sniffing slightly and wiping his eyes. Again he tries to take his hand from mine. I take his other hand now too, I look over at the couple and wink before pulling the shorter boy to me. It amazes me the way our bodies fit together, as if we were made for each other. I put and arm around his waist, pinning him to me and kiss him.
At first he resists but slowly melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck. I smile into the kiss and taking my hand off the small of his back, flip off the couple who are still tutting and making homophobic comments but louder this time. I break apart the kiss, and look into his beautiful eyes as we regain our breath. He smiles and rests his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smirk and kiss the top of his head, chuckling to myself as the homophobic couple walk down the stairs.
"Thanks Gee," Frankie whispers into my chest.
"For what, my baby?" I ask, smiling.
"Proving you love me regardless if what people think."
"Damn right sweetheart, damn right." I smile.