Frank turned around and stormed off.
"Frankie wait!" I called out knowing that probably wouldn't work.
Surprisingly it did, and he turned around, so I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't have the chance to run off again.
"Frank, I don't know why my face is on those."
"How?" he asked giving me the 'evil eye'.
"I don't know, I never heard about my face being put on those things. I promise."
His gaze softened and the turned devilish.
"Okay Gee. I'm okay with it."
"Why do I feel a but coming on?"
He ignored my comment and continued. "But we have to buy some."
"Um why?"
"Because we are Gerard." He then walked back to the shelf and grabbed a box. He made his way back over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the checkout desk.
Frank handed the box of condoms to the lady behind the counter, who looked extremely bored. She looked up at us and then looked back at the box.
I figured she had saw us holding hands and wondered why we were buying condoms in the first place, but she wasn't.
"Aren't you the guy on the condoms?" she asked nodding her head in my direction.
I rolled my eyes and replied a quick yes.
"Why are you buying them if you're on them?"
"Ask him." I replied pointing at Frank.
She looked toward Frank and he shrugged. "What better kinds to use than ones that have my boyfriend on them?"
She shook her head, looking disgusted. My guess was she was homophobic.
She took the box and passed it through the scanner thing.
Two tries and no beeps.
She tried again. Nothing. I was getting frustrated, what with her dirty looks, I just wanted to leave. Three more tries and still nothing.
Grabbing the box from her hand I said, "Just give me the damn condoms." Behind me I could hear Frank laughing.
I put them past the scanner and it beeped. Damn machine.
The cashier looked at me and said, "That'll be $3.40 sir."
I dug the money out of my pocket and handed it to her. Then I grabbed Franks hand and walked out of the store.