Your Number One [Frerard]

We left the next day. After thirteen hours of pure bliss.

Whenever we weren't - cough fucking cough - we were giggling at each other and getting to know each other again.

We went home. I had left Mikey's car at the parking garage, so I paid the fare and I drove us back to my house.

I didn't really comprehend my mother until she was in my face.

"GERARD WAY!!!" She yelled,
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?"

I didn't have time to explain before she saw the person beside me. "Who are you?"

"I'm Frank, Gerard's boyfriend." He stuck out a hand and my mother shook it.

"You're Frank?" I knew why she was surprised. I could see it - I never saw it, but I recognized it. He didn't fit her image of a fuckboy. Frank wasn't jock-ish... He didn't look like a fuckboy. He looked like an adorable little punk nerd.

"Yes..." He looked at me questionably. He didn't know that Mikey had dished it out to my mom.

Speak of the devil... "Gerard! You're home!" Mikey smushed me into a hug.
"You guys made up!" He sounded like a fanboy watching his OTP become real.

Frank and I both sheepishly smiled, and he looked at the ground. My mother finally understood the situation - and she hugged Frank.

"Thank you." She said. Mikey and I watched the situation, both of us slightly startled by her behavior.

"You made him happy." She wasn't letting go, so Frank loosely hung his arms around her.

When she finally did let go, she turned to me and grinned. "I'm glad you're happy, Gee-bear." Mikey snorted, and Frank barely controlled a grin.

"Come watch Supernatural with me!" Mikey tugged my arm, and I tugged Frank's. We were a tugging train.

We all sat down on the couch - and we watched Supernatural. Pete came over at some point. And we were all happy.