But today, Frank had to really prove himself to Gerard. Today was planned to show Gerard that Frank could actually handle helping him out, and possibly even take over full time. Gerard wasn't so sure this was what he wanted, he hated it when he had to give Mikey everything to do, and to then weigh Frank down with that seemed counter productive. But Gerard agreed anyway, because Mikey was still angry and Gerard liked selling his art.
"So I just take this," Frank said motioning to the painting of a snowy tree, "And he'll give me money and I bring that money back to you?"
"Pretty much," Gerard said. Then he thought about where he could keep the money, because he wasn't at his own house right now. "Actually, could you, like, put it in your bank until I go home? I don't have anywhere to keep money in this house."
"Sure." Frank beamed, Gerard was really starting to trust him a lot and he felt so good about that. "If you want me to?"
"I trust you, Frankie. I know you wouldn't do that to me," Gerard smiled, his tiny white teeth showing a little. Frank smiled back.
"Okay, well I'm gonna go put this in my car and then I'll just go straight there," Frank said and picked up the canvas, praying to God that it would fit in his car. "He did say 1 pm right?"
Frank waved goodbye to Gerard with one hand, holding the canvas in the other, and then used his free hand to open the front door to his house. He put the canvas in the back seat of his beaten up old car and gave a silent cheer when it fit.
Driving was usually something Frank was good at, but knowing that he had something that could potentially cost Gerard a lot of money had made him into an anxious driver. He had people blaring their horns at him and swearing at him to drive faster, but he ignored them. He didn't want to fuck this up.
Frank pulled up at a warehouse not too far away from a main road and got out of the car, grabbing the canvas and locking his car. He was kind of scared, what if these people wanted his opinion on the art? He would have no clue what to say at all. He loved Gerard's art, he knew that much, but as far as describing it in 'art language' went, Frank was pretty useless. The warehouse looked dirty and old on the outside, and Frank hoped that inside was a different story.
The building wasn't dirty looking inside, in fact, white covered the walls and there were empty frames hanging on the walls. The frames were gold and expensive looking. It was an empty art gallery. Frank thought it looked amazing. It was such a nice contrast to see the shabby warehouse outside and the posh interior, maybe that's what the owner was going for.
"Hello?" Frank called, his voice echoing around the giant room a little. "Is there anyone here?"
Frank heard footsteps coming from behind him, so he turned around and there was a young man stood behind him. He was dressed in a suit and he looked maybe a little older than Gerard. He had brown hair, styled around his face and just above his shoulders. His eyes were the most piercing shade of blue Frank had ever seen.
"Hello, I'm Justin." The man smiled, holding out a hand for Frank to shake. "I own this place."
Frank shook his hand, and then handed him the canvas. Justin looked at it and beamed. "Finally! I have an original piece by Gerard!"
"You really wanted one that bad?" Frank asked, laughing a little at the man's enthusiasm. "Why?"
"Are you not Gerard?" Justin asked, surprised that an artist would talk about their work so dully.
"No, no." Frank shook his head. "I'm his - friend, I guess. I'm just filling in for his brother he usually sells the paintings for him."
"Oh." Justin frowned. "Oh, I was so happy because I thought I'd finally met the mysterious Gerard Way. I guess he didn't get that reputation for nothing." A sigh followed. "Do you want a coffee?"
Frank was so interested in the reputation that Gerard had, that he agreed to have coffee with Justin just to find out more about it. They walked to the back of the large room, to find a smaller room with a coffee maker, chairs and a plain desk. Frank sat and was soon handed a coffee.
"So, this thing about Gerard's reputation." Frank coughed around his coffee cup, trying to look casual, "What's that about?"
Justin put his coffee mug on the desk before he began talking, "Well you know how expensive these paintings are right? They sell for millions. But if you're honest with yourself, they're good, but I'm sure they could be reproduced. What makes them so special is who painted them."
Frank made a noise of interest, hoping that Justin would carry on.
"So like, nobody has ever met Gerard right? His paintings have always been sold online or by yourself or Gerard's brother. And so people keep buying them hoping that the mysterious man who paints will reveal himself to the highest bidder," Justin smiled, "I thought by buying a piece for the amount I did, I might have a chance or that the location of my gallery is far away. And then when I realized you weren't the usual delivery boy, I thought you were Gerard."
Frank felt kind of.. bad for these people. They were all spending their money on an idea that Frank knew would possibly never happen. He knew he couldn't ruin Gerard's career by exposing him, but he also knew that what Gerard was doing was kind of wrong.
"Oh, sorry to disappoint you then," Frank laughed.
"No it's fine," Justin smiled, "I was deluded anyway. He had to keep up this reputation or he wouldn't make as much money, I suppose. Plus, having an original piece by Gerard Way will attract media attention and then I'll get the money back anyway. It's no big deal."
"The media? Really?" Frank was a little shocked, there was a lot about Gerard he still didn't know.
"Oh sure!" Justin picked up his coffee, the liquid swishing around in the cup, "He's a very.. controversial subject. Some people say he's faking, some people say he doesn't exist and some people think he's a group of people under a fake name. It's quite exciting."
Frank laughed, "Well listen I have to go." Frank stood up and Justin held up a hand while the other dug around in his trouser pocket.
"This is the check, but I didn't put a name on it yet," Justin smiled, "Who should I make it out to?"
Justin scribbled down the name and then handed Frank the check. Frank left quickly, feeling a little overwhelmed that he had received all that information. Frank still thought it was wrong that Gerard would deceive people like that, but then again maybe he didn't know.
Frank got in the car anyway, driving back to the house and just deciding to cash the check tomorrow. He was too overwhelmed to go to the bank right now. He could just hide it in his sock draw for the time being like the good old days when banks couldn't be trusted.
When Frank pulled up to the house, he saw Mikey's car in the drive way and sighed. He really didn't want to deal with Mikey's shit right now. He walked up to the door and opened it using his key. There was no noise coming from the house, it was strange.
There was light coming from the front room, so Frank walked there to find Mikey and Gerard on opposite ends of the room.
"Where have you been?" Mikey asked before Frank could even open his mouth.
"Out?" Frank said, but it sounded more like a question to himself.
"Where?" Mikey retaliated and Frank looked slightly pissed off.
"Jesus Christ what are you, my mother?" Frank snapped, "If you must know, I was doing the job you left when you abandoned Gerard!"
Mikey looked hurt, and distraught. But he was mostly betrayed. He was betrayed that he was so easily replaced and then Gerard could move on. He was angry.
"Well I think you need to sit beside your precious little boyfriend Frank," Mikey spat, "I have some not so nice news for both of you."
Gerard looked up at Mikey then, tears of fear in his eyes. Mikey had always protected Gerard and to know that there was bad news coming made Gerard feel more scared than he had ever been in his life.
A/N: Sorry! Omg I know I said this chapter was going to be drama but I completely forgot I had to write this when I read my chapter prompts! Damn! It's a filler, but it's essential. Mainly focusing on what Mikey actually did for Gerard and what Frank will/would take over.
WHAT DO YOU THINK MIKEY WILL SAY? IS IT IMPORTANT?
(Of course it's important Abbey. Jesus Christ.)